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  The female lead, because of a silly misunderstanding, is angry at the male lead. She pushes a whole pie into his face. Kara and I both laugh.

  The male lead manages to convince his love interest of his genuine feelings and they eventually wind up together.

  Kara hugs her legs closer to her chest and peers up at me. “That’s nice, isn’t it?”

  “What is?”

  “Being with someone who loves you. It must be nice.” She uncrosses her long slim legs, and she is wearing a baggy T-shirt with no bra. I can see two small hard nipples poking through the flimsy fabric.

  She places a small hand on my forearm and leans into me. She kisses me gingerly on the mouth. Her lips taste sweet and pure. I don’t know what it is but the innocent kiss unlocks the beast that I have kept chained up within me for a long time. I grab her by the shoulders and pull her close to me. With all my force I ravage her mouth and taste every sweet drop of her saliva. My hands quickly find their way to her pert full breasts and knead them hard. She gives out a small moan which I stifle with my mouth. I push her down on the couch and my hands find their way under her shirt. I caress the soft skin on her flat belly and run my thumbs across her hard nipples. She groans and her face turns red. She is staring at me with bright eyes and her chest rises and falls rapidly. I can smell her warm feminine scent and I am ready to pounce.

  What am I doing? I stop myself before I pull down her panties. I am drunk and I am acting like a stupid idiot. I lust after this girl but she is so young. I should be protecting her and not taking advantage of her. I feel a sinking feeling in my stomach. I can’t do this.

  “I’m sorry,” I say without conviction. I feel like such a jerk. I don’t deserve the way she is looking at me right now.

  I push myself away from Kara and step aside, leaving her alone and confused. Without another word, I walk into my room and slam the door behind me.

  Chapter 4

  The next morning Kara is gone. She left a note saying that she is going to stay with some cousins. I tear up the note, pretending that everything is back to normal.

  “Dad!” Kimberly runs up to me at the airport and gives me one of her signature big hugs. My little girl looks smarter, more mature, and even taller? I am so proud of her. The first in her family to go to college. She’s smarter than me and her mom combined and she’s going places.

  While driving her back to the house, Kimberly checks her phone and sighs.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I ask as I keep an eye out for ice on the road.

  “Oh, it’s nothing.” She tosses her phone into her bag.

  “Come on.”

  “Well, Kara texts me that she is out of town for Thanksgiving.” She crosses her arms. “I haven’t seen her in months and who knows when I’ll see her next.” She rests her cheek on her hand and stares out the car window.

  I swallow. “Where is she?” I ask as casually as I can.

  “She says with family. I think her grandparents?”

  I rake my brain for a time when Kara mentioned her grandparents. I can’t remember any. She never mentioned any family from out of state or any grandparents in all the years we have known her.

  My palms feel sweaty on the steering wheel. “When was the last time you talked to Kara?”

  Kimberly thinks for a moment. “A month ago?”

  “How did she sound?”

  “Sound?” Even without looking, I know that Kimberly is rolling her eyes at me. “She sounds fine. Normal, I guess.” She shrugs. “Why do you care?”

  I swallow and change the subject. “Have you made any friends at school?”

  Kimberly is definitely rolling her eyes now. “Yes, Dad. I made friends at school and no one bullied me.” She chuckles.

  I clear my throat and focus on the road. Where is Kara? What is she up to? Who is she with? I shudder to think that she is with some unsavory people or some guy. My mind races like crazy. But what else is she supposed to do? I made her feel unwelcome. We are not family and she has no good reason to stay. What am I supposed to tell Kimberly if Kara is still staying with us? I hope whoever she’s with is someone she can trust and that they are taking care of her.

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  “Dad, what’s wrong?” Kimberly asks as she picks at her sweet potatoes. We are eating leftovers from Thanksgiving for lunch, a few hours before I need to drop her off at the airport again.

  “No- nothing.” I ladle a big pile of collard greens onto her plate. “Eat your vegetables.”

  She grimaces and continues to pick at her food. “You’ve been off this whole week, you know.”

  My face feels hot. I have been distracted. I have been constantly wondering about Kara. Where she is, who’s she’s with, what she’s up to. I have no business with Kara. She deserves a good life, not having some dirty old man lusting after her after pretending to take care of her.

  “It’s fine.” I swallow a forkful of turkey meat. “Just some stuff at work,” I lie.

  Kimberly doesn’t buy it but she says, “Don’t stress about work, okay?” She sounds like she is the parent. “I’m doing great at school and money isn’t tight. You’ve been working too hard. You have to take care of yourself too, you know.”

  I nod and finish the rest of my food. Before she walks into the airport, Kimberly hugs me and repeats herself, “Take care of yourself, Dad. You deserve to be happy.”

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  On my way back from the airport, I stop by a bar on the way. I park my truck in the unpaved parking lot and walk into the dark dingy establishment. It is about twenty miles from our town and I have never been here before. Kimberly told me that Kara mentioned earlier that she applied for a job here. Maybe someone here would know what she has been up to. Before I can sit down and order a beer, my eyes catch a familiar dainty figure in the corner surrounded by a couple of men.

  Kara is wearing a little red dress with full makeup on and her hair done up in curls. Her dress is low in the front and patches of skin show through the holes on the sides of the dress. She is teetering in six-inch heels and she hands the men their drinks on a tray. She rests prettily in the crook of one of the men’s arms as he makes her take a swig from his glass. Kara takes a small sip and laughs. The man is in his early twenties and the smile on his face shows that he thinks that he has found his prey for the night.

  His friend eyes Kara up and down like a piece of meat and I don’t like the way they communicate with each other with silent looks. Kara giggles and looks up over both of them. She flirts with them and sticks a big wad of bills into the top of her tiny dress. She has both of them wrapped around her little finger and they probably would have given her their wallets if she asks.

  The man whose arm is around Kara lets his hand drift stealthily to her ass. He would have squeezed it if she hasn’t turned around to grab some empty glasses right at that moment.

  I clench my fists and lower my head. This is none of my business. But I want to rip those filthy hands off of that guy and poke the other guy’s eyes out. Kara doesn’t see me and she walks off with a tray of empty glasses to the kitchen.

  After she leaves, I raise my head and try to burn holes in the back of the two men’s heads. My eyes widen as I spot one of them dropping a small amount of powder in the glass that Kara drank from. The other guy winks and laughs. That’s when I see red.

  I block Kara’s way as she reemerges from the kitchen.

  “Trey.” She brushes a dark curl away from her beautiful eyes. She looks up at me for a moment, then she turns her head away. “What are you doing here?”

  “I think the better question is, what are you doing here? You’re only nineteen.”

  “That’s none of your business.” She crosses her arms. “I’m doing fine.” Her arms push her breasts together, making them look even bigger. I swallow and turn red. She is a sexy vixen and I hate how other men look at her.

  “What’s going on here? Kara? Babe?” One of the guys comes over and tries to wrap his arms around
her tiny waist.

  I grab her by the arm and tear her away from him.

  “Hey! Who the hell are you?” The guy yelps and tries to push me.

  “Hands off, buddy.” I jab a strong finger into his chest. He tries to push me but I punch him first. His friend has heard the commotion and starts to walk over this way. I shield Kara into a corner and then punches the second guy in the jaw. Serves them right.

  I grab the shocked girl by the hand and runs off with her. Wrapping my coat around her, I can’t bear having another man looking at her in that outfit. Swiftly, I toss her into the passenger’s seat and drive off.

  The cold winter air blows in from outside and clears my head. I look down at my hands on the steering wheel. Two of my knuckles are bloody from the fight but I don’t even feel the pain. I steal a glance at Kara and she has my coat wrapped tightly around her and she is staring at the empty road ahead of us. What has gotten into me? I’ve become an enraged beast.

  I clear my throat. “I, uh, I saw those guys drugging your drink, uh, while you were in the kitchen. I didn’t mean to- Are you okay?”

  “Why did you help me?” Her voice is hard.

  Each word feels like a dagger in my chest. She’s right, it’s none of my business.

  We reach my house and I shut off the engine. Kara sits there in silence and stares into nothing. I sit in silence with her. After a long time, I repeat myself, “Those guys drugged your drink. I’m not going to let that happen to you.”

  “Why? You didn’t care about what happened to me these past weeks. Why should you care now?” she snaps.

  “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  “Why? Because I’m Kimberly’s friend? I’m an adult. I can make my own decisions.”

  “And let those guys hurt you?” I raise my voice. There is an unmistakable pain that grips my whole body.

  “They can’t hurt me.” Her voice trembles.

  “You let them touch you.” Just thinking about it makes me feel angry.

  “I’ll let anyone touch me for a good tip. It’s harmless.” She flips her long shiny hair.

  “I won’t let that happen,” I growl. The thought of someone other than me touching Kara drives me insane. I take several deep breaths and grip the steering wheel tighter.

  “Why?" she stares into me with her bright hazel eyes. She bites her lower lip and waits.

  “Because you’re mine.” Once I have admitted the truth, I feel like a huge weight has dropped from my shoulders. Kara’s pink lips are parted and her little tongue darts out as she licks her lips. Suddenly, she grabs the back of my head and kisses me deeply. Her tongue dances sweetly in my mouth.

  Without a word, I carry her out of the car and into my house.

  Chapter 5

  I dump Kara unceremoniously on my bed and she watches me quietly.

  “Are you going to let those guys touch you again?”

  She shakes her head obediently.

  “What about other guys?” My breath stops. I can’t bear the thought of Kara being with another man. It would drive me crazy.

  She shakes her head again. “No one. I don’t want anyone to touch me except for you.”

  “Why did you leave?”

  “I-” She hugs herself with her bare arms. “I thought you didn’t want me.” Her long lashes flutter as she whispers. “I thought if you care about me at all, maybe you’d come after me. But you didn’t,” she complains. I’ve been an idiot. She wants me as much as I want her. I should have run after her right away and keep her by my side.

  “What were you doing in that bar with those guys?”

  “I-” Kara pauses and lowers her head. “It means nothing, Trey. I have never been with another man. I only want you.” She holds onto my arms with pleading in her eyes. I can tell that she’s telling the truth.

  “I won’t let you leave now. You’re mine and you will always be mine.”

  She gasps at my words and reaches out to me. Her long arms curve up behind my neck and I plow into her delightful mouth with my own. I taste her lips, her mouth, her tongue, her cheeks, and her neck. I grab the shoulder straps of her dress and push them down so I can taste more of her skin. She moans deeply and wraps her long legs around my waist.

  My roaming hands light a fire in her and she is heating up. I push her dress lower, exposing her chest. The naughty girl isn’t wearing a bra. I knead her two perfect breasts. Perfect size, soft, and round. I take an already hard nipple into my mouth and swirl my wet tongue over it. She closes her eyes and groans softly.

  “That won’t do, girl.” I give her a crooked smile. “I want to hear you. I want you to scream for me.”

  I can feel her trembling with excitement and I help her out of her dress. She slips out of her skimpy black thong and I can smell her intoxicating feminine scent. I rub a finger across her wet pussy and she moans. She is so wet. She is wet for me.

  I nibble her ear as I tease her with my fingers. She grows wetter with each stroke of my strong fingers. “You’re so wet.”

  “I’m so wet and ready for you,” she squeals.

  I continue to nip at her skin, from her neck down to her flat belly. I stroke the inside of her thighs with my rough palms and she rolls her eyes. I push open her legs and lower my face to her pussy. A little tuft of dark pubic hair sits on top of her soft pink pussy. Sticky juices ooze out of the pink soft lips, inviting me in.

  I flick my tongue over the hard nub of her clit and she shivers. I swirl my tongue over it again and then bury my tongue deep into her pussy. She tastes heavenly, sweet and tangy. I can get lost eating her out. Her moans grow louder and louder. Her fingers dig deep into the back of my head and grip hard on my hair. I continue to plow my tongue in and out of her with each smooth stroke. Her trembling stops and her fingers relax. Suddenly, her hips buck and waves of tremor wash over her.

  She gasps with delight, “Trey, it feels so good.”

  After I lap up every delicious drop of her juices with my tongue, I raise my face from her virgin pussy. Her flowing juices make a wet mess on the sheets. I smile at her and my lips are glistening with her juices. “I’m going to make you feel good all the time.” I will take her every night, every day from now until eternity. I am going to take her and make her mine.

  I raise myself on my knees and start to unbuckle my belt. Kara places her hands on mine and stops me. She sits up and takes the buckle into her own hands. I close my eyes and feel her hands pulling on the end of the belt to deftly loosen it from the buckle. She pulls the belt apart and unzips my pants. She frees my cock from my boxers. It springs proudly into action.

  “Ah,” she gasps in delight. Her hands wrap around the thick girth. The head is silky and pink, and Kara’s eyes widen as she watches a drop of precum slowly oozes out. “It’s so big.” Her chest rises and falls with each excited word. “Will- will it hurt?” She looks up at me and asks in a shy voice.

  I laugh and cup her face with my hands. “Don’t worry. It’ll feel really good. You’re going to be begging for it, all the time. Trust me.”

  Her hazel eyes are half-closed and clouded with lust. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep into her. Her hands are still wrapped around the base of my cock and her face inches closer. Hesitantly, her little tongue darts out and licks up the drop of precum. Her tongue accidentally grazes across the small slit on the top. I suck in a sharp breath. Her innocent big eyes watch me, puzzled. Then she grins coquettishly, and she licks it again at the same place. I throw my head back and close my eyes. Her tongue playfully swirls over my sensitive tip and runs up and down along the length of my cock. Her fingers also move along in sync with her mouth and it feels like there are three mouths simultaneously sucking on my cock. The girl is a natural.

  It feels incredible but I don’t want to come in her mouth. Not the first time. I want to come inside of her pussy and claim her as mine. Before I reach the point of no return, I place my hands on her shoulders and gently push her away. My sloppy wet cock flops over as it
slides out of her mouth. Her big eyes look up at me imploringly.

  “I love the way you taste, Trey. I want more,” she begs and licks drops of precum off her lips. She is such a bad girl right now. I’ll be having her begging for my cock in no time.

  “Don’t worry.” I run my hands across her pretty face. “You’ll get a chance. But right now.” I pause to flip her on her hands and knees. “I’m going to claim you.”

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  Kara points her pert little ass in my direction as she rocks on her knees. I can see gleams of her wetness peeking through her cute little pussy. I place my large hands over her full ass cheeks and give them a full squeeze. Damn, she’s hot. She moans from my squeezing and I can see that she’s getting even wetter.

  I prod a long finger into her wet depth to check how ready she is. She moans louder and presses herself against my finger. My finger is slick with her juices and I lap it up with my tongue. Sweet and tangy. I can’t wait. I position myself directly behind her and press my large tip at her small opening. I can feel her pussy contracts with excitement.

  “Take me, Trey,” she looks back at me and begs.

  Slowly, I push myself deep into her warm, tight pussy. It feels incredible. Her muscles contract around me, tightly squeezing the tip repeatedly. Taking deep breaths, I push myself all the way in and my balls slap against her bare ass. I pull out equally slow until only my tip remains inside of her heavenly wetness. Then I push in again, making her gasp. With each slow deliberate stroke of my cock, I know that I’m driving both her and myself crazy. But I want to relish this, her first time. I’m taking her cherry and marking her as mine. From this point on, no man can claim her and she will be forever marked as mine.

  Soon, the little minx is pushing her hips up against me, trying to go faster. I steady her hips with my hands and I begin at a faster pace. She groans deeply as I ram into her repeatedly. My strokes get faster and deeper. Her hand reaches over to the hard nub of her clit and she rubs it furiously.