The shit she makes me feel has no rhyme or reason. There’s no pattern to the fucking madness or the way she consumes my every thought even when I don’t want her to. Shit’s not fair, it’s like I didn’t have a choice. And that right there is why I think I might be in love. Fuck!
It wasn’t like the shit changed gradually either, no. One day she was the sweet little sprite I’d rescued, someone I had resigned myself to having in my life in one way or the other for all time, but of course in a conventional way. Then one day out of the blue, she changed and all that shit went out the window.
I wasn’t equipped to deal with the rapid changes back then, and I probably handled shit all wrong. All I know is that when I started dreaming about her, staring at her body like a sexual thing, it was time to go before I did some fucked up shit that would make her first years seem nice in comparison.
I only ever wanted what was best for my babygirl, and nowhere in my mind was that me. I’d lived a rough and sordid life, a life on the streets and then buried in war. I wanted better for her, she deserved the white picket fence and all the other bullshit that went along with it. Shit that I was never gonna be able to give her.
So I’d stayed the fuck away in the beginning, tried to keep my thoughts clean where she was concerned, that shit didn’t last too long though. But still I’d had the strength to stay away though it almost killed me. I’d told myself I was giving her time. Because once my mind was made up, there was no changing that shit. Still, I maybe should’ve handled that shit better.
It had been way too long since we’d seen each other; that too was my fault, my own cowardice I guess you can call it. But I’d wanted her to at least finish school before I tied her down to me for good. Because I know for a fact that I wasn’t letting her out of my sight once I’d taken her.
But now that I’d seen the new grown up Jessie, it would be a minor miracle if she made it to her birthday with her pussy in tact. She was even more beautiful than I remember if that were possible. There was barely a hint of the girl in her anymore she was all woman.
Those curves, fuck me, who would’ve thought she would become this from the scruffy little urchin who’d wrapped herself around my heart all those years ago?
'Maybe you don't have to wait, she's legal.'
'No you fuck I said twenty one...'
'But she doesn't know that, you're the only one who...'
'Shut...the fuck...up.' My conscience needs a fucking conscience, that fuck thinks with his dick twenty four seven when it comes to her.
I paced outside in the hallway like a fiend needing a hit while she took her shower. I couldn't go too far, not with her in there naked, and with who knows who staying in this fucking dump. But I daren't risk going back in there either. Not with visions of her wet and naked, and fuck me she was going to give me blue balls again.
This is why I stay the fuck away from her. If I didn't, I would lose my cool; that control I was always hailed for would go out the fucking window in a heartbeat and she'd end up under me.
As it stands, I know that when I finally get inside her it would take at least three days before I'd had my fill. Is it sick that I've already been to the pharmacy to pick up some ointments and shit to see to her pain after I tear her?
Just the thought of her sitting on my thirteen and a half inch cock with her little virgin pussy makes me wanna howl at the fucking moon. My mouth was already salivating at the thought of getting near those tits, and I’m not even gonna get started on that ass of hers. A fucking work of art!