Filthy Crown by Eleanor Aldrick
I fucked up.I promised her I’d always be there for her, and in some form or fashion I know I always will be. But as reality sets in, I know what I have to do, and that’s set her free. Let her live her life.
If she comes back to me, then I’ll be the luckiest fucker alive. But if she doesn’t, then I only have myself to blame.
I let the hot water spray down my back as I press my head into the cool tile, wondering how in the world I’m going to break the news to Pen.
A draft of cold air hits me as the glass door to the shower opens and I know I’ve run out of time.
Unable to face her, I keep myself facing the wall. “Pen. We can’t do this anymore. We have to stop.”
Her small hands that had been wrapping around my waist freeze in place. “Don’t do this.” Her voice comes out choked, making me turn around so I can hold her in my arms and soothe some of the pain I’m about to cause.
“I’m sorry, Princess, but this is for your own good. You might not see it now, but you’ll thank me one day.”
She rears her head back and scoffs. “Then you apparently don’t know what’s good for me. If you knew that, then you’d know that my place is here, with you.” Her soft hands delve lower, her expert fingers stroking me just the way I like and making me instantly hard.
“Penelope. No.” Despite my protest, I do nothing to stop her. What can I say? I’m a weak fuck.
“Yes, Jack. You know you love watching your dirty little girl, taking you deep, making you come undone.” She drops to her knees and, without preamble, takes me into her mouth.
She isn’t wrong. I’d love nothing more than to make her filthy, make her swallow my fat cock until she’s taking all my cum. “My filthy-filthy Princess. You do love Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
She bobs her head up and down, answering me without letting me slip out. Taking me to the back of her throat, she presses my swollen head against the tight hole, playing with my balls while she swallows.
“Fuuuuck, baby.” I release a string of curse words, enjoying the feeling of her throat choking my cock. The haze of lust lifts slightly as she releases her grip and pulls me out into her mouth. The small reprieve clearing my head enough to give me some sort of sense. “Princess, this is the last time. No more.”
She releases me with a pop, standing to her full five-foot-two. “Naughty Daddy.” She walks over to the bench seat, sitting down and opening her legs wide, exposing her beautiful pink folds to me. Running a finger up her drenched slit, she hits me with her words. “If you’re going to taste your little girl one last time, then you need to fuck me with your tongue before taking me with your cock.”
Jesus fucking christ. She’s a tsunami, taking me under and washing away any hesitation I’d been hanging onto. Stepping closer, the vision before me makes my cock jump and my tongue beg for a taste.
Pen smiles wide, though it doesn’t reach her eyes. They’re glassy and, despite her bravado, I know she’s feeling the pain of what’s to come.
I lower myself between her legs, my hands stroking up her supple thighs. “Beautiful, baby. So fucking beautiful.”
“Hurry, Daddy. It hurts. Make it go away.” Pen’s eyes well up and her bottom lip trembles, her words coming out choked. “Make it all better.”
Her voice cracks, pulling me into action, needing to soothe her the only way I know how.
Placing open-mouthed kisses up her thigh, I commit her taste to memory, enjoying my journey to her slick core.
My tongue laps up her juices, enjoying how wet I make her. This is mine. She’s this soaked for me, and I won’t let a drop go to waste.
Taking one of her legs, I throw it over my shoulder and feast; the whimpers coming from her like sweet honey to a bee. Pure gold.
She’s everything to me. No other will ever compare. As I swirl and flick my tongue on her clit, I know there will be no one else for me.
Pen runs her fingers through my hair, pressing me harder to her lips. “Yes. Just like that, Daddy. Make me feel good.”
My filthy girl.A selfish part of me wants to think that I’m the only one who can satisfy her. Give her exactly what she needs. But that’s crazy.
As soon as she leaves me, I know there’ll be a line of men vying for her affection. The thought makes my blood boil and I take it out on her pussy, sucking without mercy, plunging three fingers into her tight channel and taking no prisoner.
“Shit,” Pen hisses, arching her perfect tits into the air as one hand leaves my head and plays with a pert nipple. “More, I need more. I need you.”
She pushes me away, her hands frantically reaching for my cock.
Knowing exactly what she wants, I take her tiny waist and lift her into the air, only lowering her body to impale her sopping pussy on my cock.
We both groan as soon as she’s sheathed me. Home. That’s what she is, and we both know it.
Our eyes connect and something crosses between us, an acknowledgment of belonging. She’s mine and I’m hers.
“Please.” She writhes against me, her tears mixing with the water coming from above. “I need you.”
Her choked sob is my kryptonite, driving my hips forward and taking no mercy. I fuck her hard against the shower wall, my drives sliding her up against the tile over and over again until her sobs of pain have turned into ones of pleasure.
I’m breaking us both. With each thrust, each drive into her tight heat, I know I’m breaking us. But it’s what she needs. She deserves more than this. More than an older man who’s lived so much more life than her.
Pen’s nails dig into my shoulder as she bites my neck, her groan mixed with the clenching of her walls around my girth signaling her release. She’s coming on my cock and I know I’ll never feel anything this good again.
Letting myself go one last time, I continue to pump into her, gripping her ass hard and holding her still only once I’ve started shooting into her. Rope after rope, my cum coats her walls, willing for it to mark her. Embed into her soul like she has mine.
Cursing out the last of my release, I send out a selfish prayer to the powers that be. I pray to whoever is listening that my little princess returns. That she finds her way back to her home. To a man who promises to be worthy of her.
Pressing one last kiss to her swollen lips, I let her small body slide down, the evidence of our love leaking from her and making my cock twitch one final time before her words cut me down.
“So that’s it? You’re just letting me go?” Her tear-filled eyes look up at me, begging me to change my mind. But I won’t.
“It’s what’s best, Pen.” I go to touch her face but she steps back, leaving my hand hanging mid air.
“Don’t. Don’t touch me.” She steps out of the shower, holding the door open before turning back. “You’re a fucking liar. You promised me you wouldn’t let go, and yet, here we are. Looks like you’re the fucking coward I thought you were.”
She closes the door behind her and I know I can’t let her go like this. I need to smooth things over. Or at least try.
Stepping out, I pull on a towel and walk after her, seeing she’s already in the bedroom, about to pull the door open. “Pen, wait.”
“No, Jack. You’ve said enough.” Clad in just a towel, she swings the door open, coming face to face with Dr. Leventhal and two police officers.
What the fuck?
I step closer, pulling the door open and demanding answers. “What is this?”
“I could ask the same.” Dr. Leventhal looks at Pen and me, noting our lack of clothing. Fuck. “Georgina informed me last night of your inappropriate behavior with your niece. To say that I’m appalled is an understatement. But that’s neither here nor there. What’s truly disgusting is what I heard when I came to question you about it last night. Your sounds could be heard from outside.”
I open my mouth to speak when Dr. Leventhal shoves a piece of paper in my hand. ‘Emergency Order’ is written in big bold letters. “What the fuck is this?”
I look up and see Titus with a pained expression on his face. In a flash, the officers are escorting Pen out of the room and that’s when I hear the kids screaming their lungs out somewhere outside.
Titus speaks, but all I can see is red. “They have an order and are placing the kids in temporary housing until they can determine whether or not they can stay with one of your brothers.”
Halfway through his words, I jump into action, tearing into the officers and demanding that they leave Pen and the kids.
Titus and Hudson come to my side, pulling me off of the policemen. “Jack, stop. You’re making this worse. We have our men on it. One of our attorneys is on their way to the courthouse, trying to get a meeting in chambers. You did nothing wrong. We’ll get them back.”
My body is vibrating with rage as Pen shouts my name, calling for me to keep her safe. The red haze turns black, and all I feel is violence coursing through me. Whoever was a part of this is going to pay. I won’t rest until I feel their life slip from my hands.
They messed with the wrong Crown brother and I swear to all that I hold dear, there will be hell to pay.
