Free Web NovelChapter 143: Chapter 143 Blake [FI]
"I would ask how’s your honeymoon, but I really don’t want the details." I glance out the window of Piccola’s door and see her walking across the grass towards one of the big buildings on the other side of the quad.
I send her a quick text telling her I miss her, and she responds right away.
"Like I’d tell you anything about it." Sam makes a sound that’s like a dreamy sigh, and for some reason it’s not annoying anymore. Maybe because I understand it now more than I did before. Now that I’ve got Piccola.
"You’re the one that called me," I tease.
Just then I get an alert on my private messaging app from Piccola. I was worried about her seeing the texts on my phone, so I used an app that could send them for me. I read through what she’s sent and my heart nearly doubles in size. She loves me!
I text her back from the messaging app for the last time, and my smile is so big it makes my face hurt.
"I looked into that stuff you asked me about." Sam’s voice is muffled now, and his voice is low. I’m guessing he’s not talking about this in front of Parker.
"Okay, give it to me and then you can go back to your wife. You went to school here so you were the first person I thought of. All I need to know is how much and where to send the tuition and—"
"That’s just it. Her scholarships are all in order." He cuts me off and I stand there, stunned.
"What?"
"Just what I said. I called my buddy in finance to see how much was left. He said they can’t rescind a scholarship mid-semester without cause. Piccola’s got a perfect 4.0, but there was something that came up that was odd."
"Explain faster," I say, already feeling heat begin to climb up my neck. Who the hell is fucking with my girl?
"Listen, Vi, I don’t want to worry Parker, but I think you should keep an eye on Piccola. It looks like someone hacked into her files and was getting personal information from it. Her file has been accessed over a hundred times in the past month. He said most students’ files are hardly ever opened, let alone this many times."
My feet are moving before my brain gives them permission, but I don’t give a shit. I need to get to Piccola, and I need to get to her now.
"Fuck, she just left."
"Call me when you find her so I know she’s okay," Sam says, and I say something back to him before I hang up.
I’m too distracted to know if I told him to fuck off or that I’d call him later. But if Sam loves Parker the way I love Piccola, he would have the same reaction I’m having right now. I need to find her and make sure she’s okay.
Pulling up Piccola on my phone, I’m so fucking grateful that I made her share her location. There’s a small green dot on my screen, and I run in that direction. It’s the building straight ahead, but I can’t see exactly what floor she’s on. Once I go inside, I scan the wall to see what floor she might have gone to. When I see Finance Services, I decide that’s got to be where she went, and I take off for the stairs.
I’m nearly at the top when I feel something prickle the back of my neck. I don’t know what it is, and I can’t really explain it, but it’s like I can sense that something bad is coming. Pulling on the door, I step out into the hallway of Finance Services and then I hear it. It’s not loud, and I’m not sure if I wasn’t listening for something that I would have heard it. But I would know Piccola’s voice even if I was dead and gone.
"Piccola!" I roar, and suddenly office doors swing open and people pop their heads out. I run down the hall, quickly checking doors, and there’s only one that doesn’t open. Bingo.
Without thinking about the consequences of what I’m doing, I lower my shoulder and plow through the door. Someone screams, and I fall forward but catch myself before I hit the ground. I’m trying to take in what I’m seeing all at once, but it’s like I’m moving in slow motion.
"Get security!" I hear someone shout from out in the hall, but my focus is on the scene in front of me.
There’s a man on the floor with his hands against his face, and there’s blood running over his fingers and down his chin. Piccola is standing over him with her fists clenched, and when she sees me, she runs into my arms. I can’t help the relief I feel when I hold her against my body and cradle the back of her head.
"Are you okay?"
"Parker always said those self-defense classes would come in handy." Her voice cracks at the end, and I feel her begin to cry.
"You little—" Before the man on the floor can finish that sentence, I kick out and my boot connects with the side of his face.
"What’s going on here?" someone calls from the hallway, and I turn around with Piccola in my arms to see campus security has arrived.
"He tried to sexually assault me," Piccola sniffs, and I help her wipe away her tears.
"She’s pressing charges," I tell them, and they nod, going over to check on the piece of shit. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
"You came. I knew it in my heart."
"I will always come for you, baby girl." Her eyes widen a little, and I cup her cheeks. "I love you, and no matter where you are, I’ll make sure you’re safe. Forever."
"I love you too. Forever."
The kiss we share is quick, but I hold her close as they carry the half-conscious man out of the office and we stay behind to speak to the police officers that have arrived. Apparently, Sam called them as soon as I hung up and told them to get to campus right away.
By the time we’re finished with everything and Piccola files a report, we go back to the dorm and I pack her a bag. It’s late when we get to my place, but as soon as we’re inside, I feel something inside of me change.
"We’re home," I say to Piccola as I lock the front door and turn to face her. "And now that we’re alone, I plan on showing you just how much I fucking love you."
She smiles, and I see excitement dance in her eyes. "I like that you put fucking and love together."
"Good, because we’re going to be doing a lot of that." Reaching down, I grab the edge of my shirt and pull it off in one quick motion. I toss in on the ground in the living room as I walk closer to her. "There’s something else you should know."
She takes a step back as I move closer, and eventually her ass bumps against the kitchen island. "What’s that?" Her voice is soft now, but there’s need in it.
"The money before? From the guy online that was sending it via CVi App."
"You know about that?" Something close to fear crosses her face, and she holds up her hands. "I was going to tell you. I broke it off today and—"
"I know, baby girl. It was me." Her eyes go wide in surprise as she pieces it all together. My hands go to my belt buckle, and when I drop it to the floor, the sound is like a gavel coming down. "I just couldn’t stand the thought of you not being taken care of. From the moment I saw you, I knew what you needed."
"And what was that?" She licks her lips as I press my body to hers, but she has nowhere else to go with the counter behind her.
"A daddy, right?"
She nods as she tilts her head back to look up at me. "You want me to make you one, too, don’t you?"
My already hard cock swells even tighter at the thought of getting her pregnant. "Damn straight. I want the whole thing, baby girl. A ring on your finger, my last name next to yours, and a baby right here." I trail my finger over her belly and then dip my hand lower. "You’ll give it to me, won’t you?" She moans when my fingers find her lips and I graze my thumb over her little clit.
"Yes, Daddy." Her eyes close as I slide inside her and kneel down at the same time.
"Gotta get one last taste of that cherry before I pop it."
I jerk her shorts down and bury my face against her bare cunt as my tongue licks up her sweet cream. Her legs automatically spread, and she leans back on the kitchen island as I lick her up. Her cries become louder as my fingers work in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. She clenches around them hard, and her knees buckle as she climaxes hard and fast. I’ve got her in my arms, and I have no plans of ever letting her go.
"So damn perfect," I say as I drag my tongue between her pussy lips and then stand up. I pull my fingers out, and because they’re coated in her sweet release, I greedily clean them.
My dick is hard and leaking as I pull it out and swipe it over the places where my mouth just was. Her clit is begging for more as I rub over it with the fat head of my cock.
"I love you, Blake," she says as I slide to her opening and hold it there.
"I love you too, Piccola." I wrap an arm around her waist and then lean down and kiss her sweetly as I thrust all the way inside.
I’ve done my best to break her in and get her ready for this moment, but there’s no way to prevent all her pain, and I hate it. I wish I could take it for her, but instead I try to be still and hold her close as I let her adjust. I kiss her everywhere my mouth can reach, and I whisper all the things I love about her. Her laugh, her smile, the way she scrunches her nose when she’s thinking about something. It’s everything, and I’m so fucking lucky that she loves me back.
It’s not too long before she’s kissing me back with a need I know all too well. She rocks her hips forward to get some friction, and I grab her ass to grind her down.
