Claiming Red (5 page)

I had to go shower, I had been wearing the same thing for a long time and being on the plane for so long, had made me feel grimy. Normally I wouldn’t care, but I had the hottest excuse for a human I had ever seen, touching and kissing me, acting as though I was his to keep. I knew that soon he would want to make it official, by fucking me into surrendering to his will. I wasn’t stupid. I may be young, and naïve, but not stupid.

The shower felt amazing. It was one of those with about five jets, like I had before running away, but I needed to hurry. I was afraid he might join me in there. As much as I wanted it, I was scared all the same. I dressed in a light green tank top and a pair of white shorts. It was the coolest outfit I had packed for the Grecian heat. When I finished, I went to look for my boyfriend – if that was what I could call him. I couldn’t find him, but I thought I heard running water outside. Did they have sun storms here? It wasn’t the rain. I hadn’t realized that I would see the most tantalizing thing ever.

It was my handsome giant, completely naked, with water sluicing down his rippling muscles. I knew I shouldn’t be standing there, basking in his gorgeous body, but I couldn’t pull away.

I wanted to go over there and join him, to help him, wash himself. I continued to watch as he had just grabbed the loofa added the soap and began scrubbing his chest and shoulders. That was when I felt my panties drip. My shorts felt so confining, but I was too captivated by him, to take them off. I watched as he slid the loofa lower and it was then that I noticed the massive cock in between his legs. It was too big. Yet, my next thoughts were about what it could do to me, and what I wanted to do to it. I squeezed my breasts, hard. It only helped to increase my need. My heart raced as I climbed closer and closer to coming.

He dropped the loofa and used his hand to stroke his meat. Over, and over, I watched as that manly hand went from base to tip, squeezing and stroking the long, thick erection. I lowered my hand to my pussy and rubbed myself through the jean shorts. I needed the relief that he was searching for. “Samantha,” Rick groaned. At first I thought he saw me there and I opened my eyes to see that he had his eyes closed and his head back. He was groaning out my name as he stroked himself and I wondered what he was picturing. Was he picturing me bent over the sofa as he drove into me, or was he picturing me on my knees giving him head, until he fed me his come? Just as I heard him shout out my name one more I time, I gasped as I came.

He turned abruptly and caught me. I blushed profusely, as he just stared at the hand on my pussy. I dropped it quickly, when he calmly walked up to me. Not stopping, or saying a word, he captured my mouth and carried me through the house and into the bedroom, only stopping to intensify the kiss. He still hadn’t said anything as pulled my top off. My round, fat breasts were almost hanging out of my pretty pink cotton bra and jiggled with his quick movements. He looked wild and angry as he attacked my shorts. I had a surprise for him. After the shower, I was too hot… to put panties on.

I must look as crazy as I felt; I was frenzied with fucking, insane lust. I watched her embarrassment flood her face, having been caught rubbing her sweet little pussy, as I stroked myself. I wanted to tell her not to be embarrassed, that, that had been the sexiest thing I had even seen, but I couldn’t get the words out. All I could do was take her mouth and own it. I wanted to make her mine permanently, but I had to wait for the right time. It won’t be long, not with the way she made me feel.

I was like a mad man, as I carried her through the house. She was mine. I had already decided that in the salon. I don’t know what the fuck I was waiting for. May be it was the fact that she seemed so sweet; or maybe it was because she was so much younger than me, or maybe because she was the one. I had a feeling it was all three.

I kissed her again, before I tossed her on the bed. I didn’t care that my bed would get wet. It was going to be filthy by the time I was done with her. I needed her and I wasn’t going to let up until we got home. Hell, even then, I would only stop to go to work.

I pulled her shirt up and off. I watched as her large breasts bounced in her adorable, but sexy as fuck bra. Hell, the girl could wear a potato sack and I would get a hard on.

Next, I went for her shorts. I unzipped it in a hurry, so much so that I didn’t notice she didn’t have any panties on, until I pulled them all the way off.

The first words out of my mouth were stupid, but all my blood had gone south, and my eleven inch monster was proof, as it stood proud and drooling.

“Are you trying to kill this old man?”

“No.” She said meekly. I think she thought I was serious. Then it had dawned on me how young and innocent she was, but as far as I was concerned there was no going back.

“Baby, please tell me. I selfishly have to know. Did you save yourself for me?” I don’t know why the fuck it mattered, but the wrong answer could make me crazy.

She only nodded with a deep blush. I looked into her deep green eyes and smiled down on her. I knew she was young, but I didn’t have it in me to wait another two years. Hell, I didn’t have it in me to wait another two minutes. I took her lips again and whispered, “Only us. You are mine and I am yours.”

I readied myself at her entrance and felt her wet heat. My cock was feeling greedy as I stuck only the tip in. Her little, fat pussy lips felt greedy as well because they swallowed up the tip.

“More, please Rick!” As I felt her squeeze the head.

“Samantha please, right now I am ready to plunder your depths until my cock is so deep in you that you beg me to go easy. This is your first time and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Damn it, Rick you talk about me being yours, so make me your woman already.” I didn’t pause as I pushed my cock into her depths, not when I broke the barrier, that showed she was just mine, nor when I heard her cry out in pain. I relished the cry as I tore at her flesh. I didn’t understand the thrill, the joy, manly pride at claiming her. I didn’t stop moving either. I knew it hurt her, but my cock was only half way in; I wanted her to feel all of me. I needed us completely bonded to each other, leaving no space between us. I wanted nothing to ever come between us. I kissed the tears that dripped from her eyes as I took little strokes in and out. Once her walls secreted her pleasure, I pushed all the way in. I thought she would ask me to stop or to try and push me out, (hell pros did that to me all the fucking time) but no she wrapped her legs around me and thrust her hips up calling for more. Every time she cried out, I got closer and closer to spilling my seed in her. I fucked her deeper than I’d ever fucked anyone else. It was like my body and hers were puzzle pieces meant to fit each other, perfectly.

I looked down at her as her red hair fanned out, on the pillow, “You are perfect, babe.”

I continued to rock into her as I watched every expression she had, come to that beautiful face, her breathing was labored as I observed her chest rising and falling in desire. I realized her perfect boobs were still hidden from me, and told her, “Take it off.” She unsnapped her bra for me and my eyes tried to take in my fill of her large globes.  In my eagerness to claim what was mine, I hadn’t touch or tasted those round mounds, nor her little pussy. I would have to rectify that.

I played around with her pink nipples that got hard with just a glance. I bent my head over her heart, and growled as I blew air onto her nipple, before I took it into my mouth. With every pull on her nipples she squeezed my cock. I looked at her and knew I needed to mark her as mine. I sucked on her breasts hard, leaving large marks and little bites. I wanted to label them with a marker or even a tattoo that said, ‘Rick was here’ so, everyone knew she belonged to me. I started thrusting harder as I grew worried that she would be taken from me. I could feel her clenching down on my cock. With one last thrust into her little body, she cried out my name and came all on my meat, as I flooded her womb with my seed.

We didn’t have a minute before my phone was buzzing. I leaned over to the bedside table. Not before kissing tenderly on her lips.

It was a text from my father asking me to call as soon as possible. Possible, would have to wait, I was busy with my woman.

I looked down at my Red, whose eyes looked heavy and drooping. I would let her sleep for a few minutes, while I ran her bath. I pulled out of her, and could see her virgin blood on my cock. I smiled as I looked back up at her now sleeping form. Fuck me, I am one lucky bastard. My fate had been sealed when I stepped into the salon and saw my little redheaded tomboy. I should give my annoying idiot assistant a raise. She had accidentally booked my meeting on my normal trip to my sister’s salon. Now a day later and I am staring at my future.

My future, I looked down and realized I hadn’t wore a condom and I wasn’t in the least bit concerned about it either. I had never forgotten before, I was worth too much and there was always women looking to have my baby. The ones I didn’t trust, I wore two condoms with, and I knew I should have fucked with them in the first place. But, with my Samantha, my Red, it was different, and I was different.

I loved her. I knew it then, but now as I sit with her, resting, I feel it in my soul. She was mine and a baby would be a blessing. Knowing that someone could come after us made me realize how short life could be. I would cherish her until my dying day. I needed to start now, I grabbed my phone and googled some shit to find out what to do for her; she must be hurting.

I walked into the bathroom, ran the water and rinsed off the blood. Then I filled the bath with warm water for my Red. With tiny, light feathery kisses to her face and chest, I woke my woman up. “Come on baby, it is time for you to take a bath. I googled it, it should help with the aching in your muscles.” She groggily got up and I stared like a fool as my dick got harder. Her red wavy hair fell over her face before she lifted it away. She sat there with just a sheet covering her mound, but exposing those glorious breasts to me. I grinned as I bit my cheek, I needed the pain to remember, and she needed time to heal from my intrusion.

“Thank you for the bath.” She smiled innocently up at me and with all the self-control I could possess I let her walk away and into the bathroom. I knew that she would be sore as fuck. I had to remember, cherish, not ravish, and well okay ravish, but just not when she is tender.

“Take your time baby.” I walked out of the room and down the stairs. I couldn’t count on my control being that close to her knowing she was only covered by the water.

Fuck, I got to call my dad, so I can stop thinking about her for five minutes. The skin on my cock is going to tear apart if I am constantly hard. My sexy Red is going to get it, good, later.

I made the call, “Dad, what’s up? Is everything ok?”

“Yes, I had a long talk with your uncle and he would like you to give a call. Don’t worry, he knows she is your ‘one’. He and I had a long talk yesterday.”

“Okay, well Samantha is in the bath, so I will do it right now.”

“I love you, son.” I hung up with my father and made the call I was not looking forward to making. I made sure the line was secure because I never knew who was listening in to my uncle’s calls.

“Ahh, nephew, it is a pleasure to hear from you. I have learned that you are hiding your fiancé from me.”

“Well, I heard you wanted her for yourself.”

“Ahh, yes and no. All I can say nephew, is that there were others messing with what was mine. In order to make them go away I agreed to pursue Rhonda Lake’s plan. I was only going to help the girl out.”

“And I am supposed to believe it.” I needed more than some half ass excuse before I would let my guard down with him.

“Come on, I had no interest in a minor. At my age, I need a woman with experience. I don’t have time to teach a girl how to fuck. When you are older hard-ons are not that easy to come by, naturally, I can’t waste the good ones I get, on someone not willing, or able to give it to me good.” God the old man was gross. Now that I think about it, none of the ladies I seen him with were under thirty.

“Enough, what is with this family and sharing too much personal information.”

“Why are you such a prude? Anyways, I am sorry, I scared your girl. I know she ran, afraid of me. Only one, or two people know what the truth is. I am not the most dangerous animal out there anymore. Those fucked up parents of hers made it so, I wasn’t the only one interested. Over the years, she was rumored to be for sale to the highest bidder, but they needed to wait until she was eighteen to claim her. The thing is, they were selling the same product to several people.”

“What!?” I tried to control my rage, people needed to die and her parents were number one on my list.

“I am sorry, my boy. I will do all I can to make sure we find the buyers and deal with them. Just keep her safe, get that ring on her finger as soon as possible and…Nephew… be happy.” I heard the sadness in his voice and I wondered was it for my woman, or was it because he had lost the love of his life.

“Thank you, Uncle John.”

I thought about everything I had learned. My uncle’s words had to be true, even though they were vague, because he knew where to find her parents. They hadn’t moved and the others had to wait for her to turn eighteen. I tried to breathe. I called Roger and asked for an update, but it was still too soon for a turnaround.

When she came out of the bath, I was already making us something small to eat. I was taking her to dinner tonight, but we hadn’t eaten since the flight and I needed to make sure we had our strength.

We arrived at my favorite restaurant. I loved that this was all new to her. She had never been to Greece, so I promised to show her around. The dinner had been delicious, as usual, and I got to enjoy watching her eat. It’s funny, of all the dates I had been on, I hadn’t cared to watch a woman eat before. With Samantha, I wanted all the little things. Every bite of the chicken had me wanting to climb over the table and kiss those lips. She picked up her glass of wine, and I wanted her to hold on to my cock like that, as she daintily sipped from me. I needed to calm down or I wouldn’t be able to stand.

My Greek had become really good, with the help of the owner of the restaurant, who I had known for the last three years. He had stopped by our table several times, amazed that I had brought someone with me. I had tried to adjust myself several times. By the time I got it, so it was not visible over my thin summer shirt, the owner had caught me, and smirked. He had understood my predicament, the man had still chased his wife of thirty years around the restaurant.

Once we got home I buried myself in her all night and into the next morning.