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Authors: Iris Parker
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thing, an ape that only knew how to do things beginning with the letter f . Her hand was on my chest, and that alone set me back at a good million years of evolution.
“Don’t,” I said, glancing down at her delicate fingers. The same fingers I’d always imagined touching me, just like this, leading their way down and down until they made contact with my waiting cock….
“Or what?” she asked, staring straight at me. Deep in her eyes, I could see the same. The animal within her. Except hers was different, waiting to be claimed and conquered by a hunter. She was practically daring me to drag her back to my cave, to—”
Suddenly, someone behind her pushed to get through the bar, shoving her unceremoniously against me. And just like that, the moment was lost.
“Learn some manners, bloke,” I growled angrily. The guy got one look at me before glancing down at his shoes, mumbling a drunken apology and scuttling off into the crowd. Emilia’s head was against my neck, the sweet smell of her hair wafting up and taking control of my senses. I rarely lost my cool anymore, but this felt different. She was too good, and I wanted nothing more than to protect her. To keep her safe, happy, sheltered, and fed.
The feeding part had been easy, actually. My daily trips to Johnnie's were a habit now, bringing a paper bag full of warm muffins to the rec center every day. Watching her eat breakfast, a meal she’d always skipped, always filled me with a strange sense of pride.
Of course, the rest was another story. Safety, happiness, I was out of my depth there. I’d never provided for any woman, save for the redhead I was visiting daily. It’d taken me many years to become a good son for her, but I was finally getting there.
Grabbing Emilia’s arm, I pulled her with me across the crowded bar. The crowd was a little thinner in the back, and she followed me there with abandon. Her hand curled against my wrist, making my head and heart pound the beat of a thousand drums.
An old, damaged booth sat in the corner, dingy and forgotten. Putting down our beers, I slid into the one good bench it had. I filled the space, and Emilia eyed the other side of the table with confusion. Drunks had ripped up the upholstery long ago, leaving it as little more than a frame.
I smiled, gesturing downwards with my chin.
She could sit on my lap.
Her face lit up with embarrassment and awareness, but she didn’t hesitate before starting to squeeze in. She was conservative, just placing herself on the edge of my thighs, but it was enough. The feeling of her body pressing against mine was a rush, her sweet smell intoxicating. The blood rushed to my belly; if she put just a little more weight on me, she’d know exactly how I felt about her.
How I’d always felt.
“You’ve been driving me insane,” I whispered, and I felt her back stiffen. I couldn’t restrain myself, hand flying towards her neck, down her shoulder and arm until it came to rest around her feminine hip. I bent my head forward, resting it against the nape of her neck and inhaling her scent deeply.
We were both breathing slowly, my cheek rubbing against her skin and her hand traipsing its way up my other thigh. She didn’t need to sit there to know my reaction after all, the outline of my hard cock made it clear as day.
“Emilia—” I began, only to be interrupted by the vibration of her phone. It was pressing into both of us, buzzing away. We both froze, waiting for the ringing to end so we could finally talk.
This had been a long time coming. It could wait another minute.
I ran my mouth along her cheek, feeling the soft dampness of her perspiration against my lips. Finally, the buzzing stopped.
“Emilia, I— ” I tried again, only for another round of buzzing to begin.
“I guess someone can’t take a hint,” she whispered, pulling out the phone from her pocket while looking at me with glazed-over eyes. I could feel myself burning up, the warmth building and
“Don’t,” I said, glancing down at her delicate fingers. The same fingers I’d always imagined touching me, just like this, leading their way down and down until they made contact with my waiting cock….
“Or what?” she asked, staring straight at me. Deep in her eyes, I could see the same. The animal within her. Except hers was different, waiting to be claimed and conquered by a hunter. She was practically daring me to drag her back to my cave, to—”
Suddenly, someone behind her pushed to get through the bar, shoving her unceremoniously against me. And just like that, the moment was lost.
“Learn some manners, bloke,” I growled angrily. The guy got one look at me before glancing down at his shoes, mumbling a drunken apology and scuttling off into the crowd. Emilia’s head was against my neck, the sweet smell of her hair wafting up and taking control of my senses. I rarely lost my cool anymore, but this felt different. She was too good, and I wanted nothing more than to protect her. To keep her safe, happy, sheltered, and fed.
The feeding part had been easy, actually. My daily trips to Johnnie's were a habit now, bringing a paper bag full of warm muffins to the rec center every day. Watching her eat breakfast, a meal she’d always skipped, always filled me with a strange sense of pride.
Of course, the rest was another story. Safety, happiness, I was out of my depth there. I’d never provided for any woman, save for the redhead I was visiting daily. It’d taken me many years to become a good son for her, but I was finally getting there.
Grabbing Emilia’s arm, I pulled her with me across the crowded bar. The crowd was a little thinner in the back, and she followed me there with abandon. Her hand curled against my wrist, making my head and heart pound the beat of a thousand drums.
An old, damaged booth sat in the corner, dingy and forgotten. Putting down our beers, I slid into the one good bench it had. I filled the space, and Emilia eyed the other side of the table with confusion. Drunks had ripped up the upholstery long ago, leaving it as little more than a frame.
I smiled, gesturing downwards with my chin.
She could sit on my lap.
Her face lit up with embarrassment and awareness, but she didn’t hesitate before starting to squeeze in. She was conservative, just placing herself on the edge of my thighs, but it was enough. The feeling of her body pressing against mine was a rush, her sweet smell intoxicating. The blood rushed to my belly; if she put just a little more weight on me, she’d know exactly how I felt about her.
How I’d always felt.
“You’ve been driving me insane,” I whispered, and I felt her back stiffen. I couldn’t restrain myself, hand flying towards her neck, down her shoulder and arm until it came to rest around her feminine hip. I bent my head forward, resting it against the nape of her neck and inhaling her scent deeply.
We were both breathing slowly, my cheek rubbing against her skin and her hand traipsing its way up my other thigh. She didn’t need to sit there to know my reaction after all, the outline of my hard cock made it clear as day.
“Emilia—” I began, only to be interrupted by the vibration of her phone. It was pressing into both of us, buzzing away. We both froze, waiting for the ringing to end so we could finally talk.
This had been a long time coming. It could wait another minute.
I ran my mouth along her cheek, feeling the soft dampness of her perspiration against my lips. Finally, the buzzing stopped.
“Emilia, I— ” I tried again, only for another round of buzzing to begin.
“I guess someone can’t take a hint,” she whispered, pulling out the phone from her pocket while looking at me with glazed-over eyes. I could feel myself burning up, the warmth building and
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