Chapter 6

Robert feels a warm, smooth hand on his jaw. As his head is lifted, he opens his eyes to see Cynthia standing before him. His mouth opens to say something to her, but her finger presses to his lisp, quickly shutting him down.

“I know your life is empty, and you hate to face this world alone. So you’re searching for an angel, someone who can make you whole. I cannot save you; I can’t even save myself, so just save yourself.” She sits down beside him, putting her head on his shoulder. “I know that you’ve been damaged. Your soul has suffered such abuse. But I am not you savior, I am just as fucked as you.”

“Please don’t take pity on me,” Robert says, finally able to speak. “My life has been a nightmare. My soul is fractured to the bone. And if I must be lonely, I think I’d rather be alone. You cannot save me. You can’t even save yourself. I cannot save you, I can’t even save myself. So just save yourself.”

The man is silent as Cynthia climbs back to her feet.

He looks up at her as if for the first time and says, “You know, naked is a good look for you. Did I ever tell you that?”

“You have,” she answers.

“I’m hungry for you,” he says with a smile. The girl smile back. “I need to fuck you,” he whispers hoarsely, taking her hand and pulling her back down to him. Robert puts his mouth on hers and probes her mouth with his tongue and quickly bites her lip. His hands go to her smallish breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipple. He moves his mouth to her neck where he bites her flesh. As she mewls softly, Cynthia puts her hands in his hair and tugs.

Feeling warmth spread through her body, it collides with the cold. She knows she needs him to take her so she can dispel some of the passion she feels bubbling up inside her. She begins to touch his chest, his arms then his belly. She cannot have another moment without touching him, feeling him. She looks up at him, her hands tracing his strong arms.

“You have absolutely the best dick ever, Mister Cox,” she coos.

As she begins to tilt her head forward, Robert quickly stops her, cupping her face. “If you do that I will want to fuck your face until I cum,” he whispers. “I don’t want that.” He brings his up, kisses her nose and continues, “The wait to have you again is worse than the wait after our first time. He shoves her backward onto the dew misted grass.

Cynthia giggles as she lands softly on the wet, plush carpeting. She scooches back, stealing a glance at the crisp popping, burning wood inside the fireplace. Robert is on top of her, kissing her. His hands caress her lithe body, pinching her nipples, feeling her softness. He takes her leg from behind the knee and pulls it up, opening her to him. Their breath is heavy as their eye meets.

“Are you ready?” he questions her.

“Always,” the girl whispers back.

The man slowly guides himself into her. Cynthia’s eyes close as she takes in the moment. “Look at me,” he demands. She opens her eyes to do so. “I love you,” he tells her. “Have I ever told you that?”

She shakes her head and says, “Never.”

“I do,” he whispers as he kisses her nose once again. “I wish I had said it sooner.”

Cynthia goes to open her mouth to give a reply, but the man clamps his hand over it, giving her a half smile and pushing his way deeper inside. AS he withdraws, she arches her back, trying to get more of him inside her. He slides back into her all the way and pauses. She feels amazing. He feels her contract. He meets her eyes and he can tell she is smiling. He releases his hand from her mouth.

“I love you, Daddy,” she says with a grin, wrapping her arms around him and kissing her neck.

For a moment, Robert gives pause. There is something about her words that gives him pause. There is a slight welling of anger that rises up inside him. But he quickly shoves it back down and away. He wants the girl and he doesn’t want anything to interfere. Besides, he doesn’t think he could ever get enough of her. He closes his eyes and lets his passions take over. Withdrawing slowly, the man slams his hips back into her. Cynthia cries out and squeezes his arms. He repeats it again and again and again before pulling out completely. He feels her body arch toward him.

Robert grabs her leg and pulls it up. “I know I promised we’d hike and walk and fish, but I’m not sure we’re ever going to leave this cabin.” He grins as he gets on his knees between her legs. He then takes her other leg and pushes them back toward her head. “Grab the backs of your knees.”

Cynthia grabs her legs and threads her arms through them so that her elbows are hooked behind her knees. This opens her wide to him.

“Fuck, you’re such a beautiful little whore.” Robert smiles, as he grabs her thighs and tugs Cynthia down toward him. He closes his eyes and enters her, unguided. He loves the way she sits him. He holds her thighs and starts slowly.

“Harder,” she moans.

The man obliges. His pace quickens and his thrusts deepen. He fucks her hard and fast. He reaches down and begins to rub her clit. The girl opens her eyes in surprise, but she merely smiles as she meets his hand to show him how to touch her. Robert continues to rub her as he fucks her. Cynthia continues to hold her legs. He loves the way her smallish breasts move with his thrusts. He can only imagine how they are going to look when she gets older, or even when they are full of milk. The pressure of his orgasm is building, watching her is hypnotic—thinking of their future even more so. Touching her and bringing her ever closer to climax is erotic.

The harder he fucks her, the more she squirms under him. The tightening of her pussy means she is getting closer. He needs her to call out his name though. She cannot climax without doing so. So he anchors his feet in the plush, furry rug and rams her with all the strength he has. She cries out. He fucks on. He needs to hear his name. He wants her to want him.

“Mister Cox! She calls out. Cynthia’s eyes open but roll back into her head.

“Say it again!” he shouts.

“Mister Cox! She cries out again as he pounds her with every bit of his being. “Mister...” her voice trails off and become a series of hypnotic moans and grunts.

The sound of her sexually charged voice is too much. He feels his orgasm speeding toward release. And then it explodes out of him like a freight train. He grunts and groans as his hips stop moving and the intensity of Cynthia’s orgasms massages his cum from his body in a series of spasms and twitches. The girl releases her legs and he collapses onto her softly, his cock still twitching in her pulsating snatch. He breaths her n as she nuzzles into his neck. He slips out of her and rolls off. Cynthia lifts her head and rolls onto her side to face the man as he slips his arm under her head.

She looks up at him and smiles. “I don’t think I’m done with you yet,” he says as he touches her cheek.

“I didn’t expect that you were,” she counters with a smile.

“Are you cold?” he asks. Her skin is cold to his warm arm. Despite the fire roaring just a few feet from them, she feels so cold. Without getting an answer, he reaches for a blanket from the couch and covers them both before he resumes holding her in his arms. “Tell me something,” he murmurs.

“Like what?” she asks raising her eyebrow.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” he says.

Cynthia opens her eyes and looks at him. “Um...” she says and then bites her lip. “I don’t know. You know lots about me already.”

He tugs at her hair. “Think harder.”

“I used to be afraid of swimming pools.”

“Swimming pools?” he asks, keeping the chuckle from leaving his throat.

“I watched some shark movies with my dad,” she explains. “After that I was afraid they were in any body of water, like swimming pools.”

“What about baths?”

“Too small,” she grins.