Chapter 9: CREED

Now she stood staring back at me from across the room with the piece of crap towel clutched against her chest. "Go get dressed babygirl." Yeah, and do that shit quick before I lose my shit and fuck you way too fucking hard and a couple days too soon.

The shot I got of her ass as she turned to walk away didn't help matters any. How the fuck did she fit all that goodness on that five foot fucking frame? I had to shake my head to dispel the vision that came into it.

I'm six five, when I put her under me she's going to be covered from head to toe, and the thought of that shit made my dick stand like an iron pike in my jeans, making that fuck an uncomfortable fit.

I kept my fucking head straight and my eyes crossed when she came back out the bathroom wearing some shorts and tank combo that was designed expressly to get her little ass nailed. And you've got fucking on the brain Creed you fuck. What makes you any better than the hump you're supposed to be saving her from?

I headed for a long cold shower after securing the door with my own shit. I don't trust fuck after the shit I'd seen out there in the world so I always go above and beyond, especially when it comes to her.

I doused my head first to calm the fuck down and let my mind wander. I knew in a few days both our lives were gonna change forever, there's no way I was letting another motherfucker taste that, fuck no. Even if I'd suffered an attack of conscience on occasion in the past, the split second sight I'd witnessed put paid to that shit.

I soaped up my dick and gave it a few cursory strokes with a tight fist, but my heart wasn't into that shit. The next time I offload it was going to be deep inside her, way inside her. Where it would do the most good. My dick and heart thumped in sync with each other at that last incendiary thought.

"Fuck." I knew just where my mind was headed. For a long time now my mind has been obsessed with breeding little Jessie. Don't ask me where the fuck it came from. Just one day out of the blue it was all I could think about and now it hits me at least once a day, the vision of her suckling my son.

It could be the size of her rack or some fuck that triggered me, but I knew it was a done fucking deal. First chance I get I'm planting one in her.

Fuck Creed this is not the kind of shit you want to be thinking about in a situation like this. She's in there sitting on that bed with those next to nothing pieces of cloth on and your dick is already heading out the gate. Think of some fuck else because now is not the time my man.

That little pep talk helped to calm my breathing a little but that was it. My dick stayed hard and my mind stayed on the pussy.

I doused my head again and gritted my teeth against the rising need in my balls. No way was I going to disrespect her by rubbing one out in her honor while she was in the next room all innocent and shit. 'Yeah? But if you don't do something soon you're liable to fuck a hole in the poor girl in a few days.' Would you shut the fuck up?

'Just saying.'

It wasn't easy but eventually I got myself under control enough to stop thinking about what was between her legs. The fact that she was more to me than a quick lay may have had something to do with that. Whatever it was, I was able to pull myself back, rein myself in and think of something else.

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When I'd timed out of the army a couple years ago I already knew what it was that I wanted to do with my life. I'd used Uncle Sam to farther my education of course, and the only expenditures I'd had while serving was her upkeep. Everything else I'd socked away for the day I got out.

I had a nice nest egg at the end of my journey with the army, which I took and invested in my own bike shop. With all the discounts and other incentives given to veterans I came out on top and hadn't had to dip too heavily into my savings.

I didn't even have to touch the little fund I'd started for her way back when. Her college fund was gonna go to something else, I don't know what yet, since she'd received a full scholarship. My baby is a smart fuck.

My thing was always to have something to leave for her if something should happen to me. I hadn't given much thought to her future other than school and a career. The idea of a husband and kids never really entered my mind. I just had it down on paper and in my head that she was always gonna be mine, and therefore I was always going to be responsible for her.

Two and a half years ago when I saw that look of longing in her eighteen year old eyes I'd ran back to my hometown. Days later when I couldn't get it out of my mind, I'd given it some thought and decided that I wasn't going to do anything to influence her, but I was going to watch from afar.

I'd been harboring a serious hard on for her since then, but I have more control than to take advantage of the young girl who'd been dependent on me her whole life.

Instead I made a deal with myself. If she was still single at twenty-one I was gonna take her no matter the fuck what. Now I know that that's a lie. I would've moved anyone out of the way to get to her. Thank fuck it hadn't come to that.

In all these years she'd never even hinted at a boy, and she'd never really outgrown that sweet shy thing she had going on that made me want to wrap her up in cotton balls and keep her safe.

I'd kept my ears to the ground and selfishly hoped that she never fell for any of the little fuckers who were always sniffing around her. It had taken everything in me not to beat the fuck outta the kid who'd asked her to prom, but she'd turned him down, she wanted to go with me.

I maybe should've talked her out of it, but what the fuck, I've never been one for guile. In the end I'd taken her to prom, which made her the envy of all her little girlfriends if I do say so myself.

And when the same kid had given her shit later about it and someone had given me a heads-up, I'd dropped in on him for a nice little chat. That little fuck never had much to say to her after that.

After the prom I'd gone back to keeping my distance, even though I must've studied the million and one pictures I'd insisted we take that night, a hundred times or more.

By then I was a selfish bastard who wanted all her firsts to be mine. As much as I stayed away, I lived for the days she'd call me, so that just the sound of her voice could soothe the beast.

We still had a standing appointment to talk on the phone every Sunday night no matter where I was, and I travelled a lot, and was always up to some fuckery. It kept me from going crazy for want of her.

But no matter what was going on in my life, I always made time for her, she always knew that she came first; at least I hope she did. It was because of her that I'd taken up the cause I had, freeing young girls from fucked up situations.

My boys and I basically travelled the country wherever there was a need and put douches in their fucking place.

We like to put a beat down on any asshole who thinks it's cool to abuse or in any way fuck with the female of the species. In two years we'd built such a rep for ourselves that we now had a backlog.

I'd found someone trust worthy to run the shop, which was the crew's main source of income, along with the few apartment buildings I'd bought for cheap and cleaned up.

I had more money now than I'd ever dreamed of, but realized early on that the shit was only good for but so much. It couldn't erase the ugly that was some people, and it couldn't remove the pain. It did have its purposes though, and I was waiting not too patiently to shower her with all the shit it could buy.