Chapter 124: Touch Me, You Won’t Hurt Me

I was currently lying in bed with Amelia, who was wide awake. She woke up about an hour ago but acted as if she were asleep. I had been awake since six o'clock when Bastin rolled out of bed. He asked me to take the day off and keep our girl safe and happy. I knew one of us needed to stay home; I was expecting him to, since I was already working a lot and could just continue the cycle throughout the week. It was only Friday, so he would have a weekend off.

I had to hold my tongue when he all but ordered me to stay in bed so that I didn't wake Amelia, who was nestled in my body like a personal body pillow. I loved it that she was, but Bastin wanted to get up and prepare properly before leaving for work. Now, I had my sweet girl in my arms, and a small part of me wondered if she was afraid to face me this morning. Her back was to me, but her body was contoured against mine, inch for inch. It was comfortable lying here with her, but I needed to apologize for my actions last night so that she would relax. I looked down at her and slowly brushed her hair back from her neck. A shiver ran through her as my fingers grazed the delicate skin of her back. I leaned down and pressed my lips to her neck, and she whimpered, giving herself away.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” I greeted. I was semi-erected, and I knew she could feel me as she pressed her ass back against my dick, making me grow even harder.

I was very horny last night. I wanted to bend Justin over the counter and fuck him to oblivion, but I refrained. I don’t know why; I know he wouldn’t have minded, but I didn’t want to unleash my frustrations on him. So I made him cum, and that was all the satisfaction I allowed myself. Now, I didn’t think Amelia was in any condition to fuck, but I wasn’t going to pull away because she might get the wrong idea. She turned onto her stomach, the warmth of her body leaving me. Her eyes were slightly puffy, as if she had been crying, and she climbed to her hands and knees before sitting back on her haunches.

“I am sorry, I bet to both of you,” she said softly, her eyes dropping to her lap.

I watched her, and for the first time, I realized how young she really was. Sixteen years younger than me, her maturity level is high, but right now, she looks absolutely deflated, showing her innocence. I sat up, leaning my back against the headboard. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt she took from Justin’s closet, and I loved the way she looked in his clothes.

“Come here,” I said. She crawled towards me and straddled me, her arms wrapping around my neck and her face tucking into my neck. I felt the warm drops of tears on my bare chest as she silently cried, and it broke my heart that she was feeling so low.

“Baby girl, it’s okay. I am not mad at you. Last night, I was upset at what happened to you, and I apologize for the way I stormed out. I didn’t want you to see me like that, so I had to take a breath,” I said, almost through gritted teeth because she was rocking her hips against my erection, and it was painful not to act on it.

I didn’t even know if she knew she was doing it. I pulled her back so she would look at me, pressing her hips down so she would stop grinding on me and I could think. I wiped the tears off her cheeks, cupping her face in my hand.

“I just need you to promise that you will not keep anything from me onwards. I can’t protect you properly if I don’t know what is going on.” Something within her shifted and surrendered.

“It going to fire me and kick me out?” she asked in a quiet voice.

“Why would I do that, baby girl? Especially now when you need us the most. That thought never crossed my mind, nor Justin’s, so don’t let it cross yours again. You are staying with us. We are postponing our trip until we get some extra things in order, and Emily will stay with my parents for a few more weeks until you are healed up properly. But we are not letting you go,” I assured her. Fresh tears welled in her eyes, and her lip quivered.

“My baby, don’t cry,” I said, gently leading her face to mine and kissing her.

The kiss deepened quickly, and her moans quickly followed. I desperately wanted to sink inside her, but I also didn’t want to cause her more pain.

“I don’t want to hurt you if you are in pain, baby girl,” I said, and she smiled softly.

“Take the pain away,” she said breathlessly, rolling her hips and grinding down on my dick.

“Turk, you have to stay on top and I don’t hurt you,” I said, giving in.

It didn’t take much. She nodded and slammed her lips back onto mine. I reached down and slipped my hand over her pussy, which until now I didn’t realize was—covert. “What the hell.” She was already soaked. She pulled me out of my stupor and stroked my painfully hard dick from base to tip, never breaking the kiss. I sank a finger inside her, making her groan, and continued to tease my dick. She broke the kiss and looked down at me. I removed my fingers from her pussy. She moved to her side and slid herself up and over my dick. I was careful where I placed my hands; I didn’t want to hurt her anyway.

“Please, four-liner, you won’t hurt me,” she said before she sank down on my dick.

We moaned together as I slowly filled her. I pulled her shirt up over her head and wrapped my arm around her uninjured side, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. She was fucking tight. I could cum right now with the sheer motion of her hips rocking. I let her take what she needed from me as our lips locked again. I reached up with my free hand and squeezed her nipple between my fingers, making her cry out as she started to bounce up and down, her clit rubbing against me every time she sank down.

“Yes, baby, take what you need from me,” I groaned against her mouth.

Her hands slid up, and she pushed me back, resting her hands on my chest and leaning down, slamming herself down on me over and over. The sound of her pussy against my body was fucking erotic. I gripped her thighs and continued her pace when she began to slow, bucking my hips up and into her. Her delicious moans filled the room.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me?” I said, and she immediately orgasmed, screaming out her release.

I loved how fucking loud she was. I carefully repositioned us so that she was on all fours, and I pushed her chest down so that her ass was sticking up for me. I gave her a hard smack, making her squeal before bending down and kissing her ass cheek. She moaned, her body still trembling slightly. I repeated with each cheek, smacking and kissing until she was whimpering and asking me to fuck her.

“Please, Donald. Please, fuck me, I need you,” she half-sobbed from sexual frustration.

“Umm…was one orgasm not enough for you?” I teased, rubbing her reddened ass.

She shook her head, turning her face into the bed, and I reached down and massaged her clit, making her legs tremble and her body shake. When she lifted her head again, she was sobbing. I stopped and turned her gently.

“Why are you crying, baby girl?” I wiped the tears away.

“I just need you so badly,” she said, reaching for me, and I repositioned myself so she wrapped her arms tightly around me.

I pulled her hips up and entered her again, our moans filling the room. I sat back on my feet and held her; we fucked slowly as her face tucked into my neck. The emotions running through me were unnerving, as probably for the first time ever, I wasn’t fucking someone because I needed the release or just for fun. I don’t know if I could even call it fucking or making love. She came hard, her pussy clenching around me as she held onto me for dear life. I slowed my thrusts as I waited for her to come down from her high. Her arms went slack around me, and she was breathing deeply. I laid her on the bed, pulling out of her, and her eyes were closed. I kissed her lips and got off the bed. I went to the bathroom and turned on the tub, dumping in some Epsom salt to help soothe her body. When I went back in the room to get her, she was curled in a ball, looking at me.

“Come on, baby girl. Take a soak with me,” I said, reaching for her.

She climbed into my arms without any reservations, and I eased us into the water, satisfied with her groan of pleasure. She rested her head on my chest, her back to me as she lay between my legs.

“Do you feel better, baby girl?” I asked softly, running my hands up and down her arms.

“Yes,” she whispered.