His Nasty Little Pussy

DAMIAN

It took everything I had to not chase after Emma and carry her back inside, only this time I’d take her to my bedroom and show her what it really means to be mine. The image of her standing in my kitchen with her beautiful breasts on display and her roller skates on while she’s begging me to fuck her floated through my brain. God, she had no clue what she was asking! She was just a young girl with a crush. That’s all it is, I kept telling myself, ignoring the voice in my head that tried to convince me it was more.

I felt like an absolute bastard for making her feel unwanted, and an even bigger bastard for making her feel embarrassed about masturbating. I’d watched the security footage last night and nearly busted a nut just watching her slide her hand down her panties while she watched my cock and Jessica’s pathetic attempt at a blowjob. I could tell she’d angled herself so she was just watching me, and knowing she’d done that and been unable to control herself had kept me hard pretty much nonstop since I’d seen it.

And letting myself taste her pussy pretty much guaranteed I’d never grow soft again. Why in the hell had I done that? Well, because it’d been right in front of my face in all its shaved, perfect glory. There was no way in hell I’d ever be able to resist that. Telling myself it was in Emma’s best interest was the only thing that had given me the strength to make her leave. I needed to make damn good and sure that I wasn’t in that position again, though, because I knew I’d never be able to be that strong twice. That was a one-time moment of chivalry.

The next several days went by in a long, painful blur. I kept myself hidden from Emma, but I watched her constantly. I knew I was firmly in pervy stalker mode, but I didn’t care. I needed to know she was safe. I knew she had every right to be pissed at me, and I’d half expected her to show up at work the next night in the skimpiest outfit imaginable just to spite me, but I’d been pleasantly surprised to see her turn up in jeans and a t-shirt with her dark hair pulled up into a ponytail. I watched her from the dark corner I’d claimed as my personal spot. It was the only corner that allowed me to see every area she’d be in. So far the men were behaving themselves, but I could still see their eyes roaming over her. By the time her shift ended each night, my hands were so cramped from clenching them into tight fists I could barely move them. I needed to be ready the second one of these fuckers stepped out of line. I’d been spending extra time at the gym, but not even the punching bags were helping me to get rid of all this pent-up energy.

When I saw her carrying a stack of receipts back to my office, I decided to have a quick drink before following her home to make sure she got there safely. Before I could even get to the bar, Sally had a shot of whiskey ready and waiting for me.

“Thanks,” I said, downing it in one quick swallow.

She raised an eyebrow and cocked a half-grin at me. “You’ve got it bad,” she said with a knowing look.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” I said, setting the shot glass down with more force than necessary.

“Whatever you say, Boss,” she said with a wink before turning to help a group of women who’d just approached the bar.

A blonde in the group who looked to be about my age shot me a hungry look and, ignoring my obvious disinterest, decided to walk over to where I was leaning against the bar.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Hey,” she said, flashing me a smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here before.”

I gave her a bored look, hoping my silence would make her hustle back to her friends, but I could tell by the glassy look in her eyes that she wasn’t going to take any hints I was throwing down, however obvious they may be. I was pretty sure she’d have her head in a toilet before the sun rose.

She took a step closer. “So are you here alone, gorgeous?”

I watched as she had the audacity to reach her hand out as if to touch me. I swatted it away in annoyance. “Don’t touch me,” I said.

“Hey,” she said in a voice tinged with annoyance, “there’s no reason for you to be nasty.”

I looked into her drunken brown eyes and said, “I’m not interested.” I waited a second and said, “At all,” just to help it sink into her booze-addled brain.

She huffed, gave me a dirty look, and finally walked back to her friends, muttering an “asshole” under her breath as she went.

“Not a fucking word, Sally,” I said because I could feel her staring at me.

She laughed, but I didn’t look up. Instead, I looked at my watch and wondered what in the hell was taking Emma so long. I waited a few more minutes and was just about to go and check on her when I saw her emerge from the hallway and make her way to the front door. Just seeing her made my heart speed up.

Get a fucking grip, man!

“See ya later, Boss,” Sally called with a laugh as I followed Emma out.

I waited a few minutes for her to get into her car before heading out to the parking lot to follow her home. The drive was a quick one, and soon I was watching her pull into her driveway. I’d parked on the street far enough away so she wouldn’t notice me and watched as she got out and walked to her front door. I wondered how long I was going to torture myself with this. Was I going to keep doing this when she started dating someone? I’m sure her future boyfriends would love that. Just the thought of future boyfriends had me gripping my steering wheel so hard I thought it would crack. The idea of another man’s hands on her had me seeing red. If I let myself think about another man’s mouth on her pussy, I’d probably kill someone.