Trailer Park Virgin(9)

Ty




“What are you doing?” I growl, not liking what I’m seeing in front of me.

Gracie turns at my words, her face lighting up, but the smile quickly drops when she sees my expression. Dad and I both switched our shifts a little, not wanting Gracie to be at home alone without us as much as possible. I’d be going in earlier now, but getting home sooner, and Dad would go in later so he could be with her in the mornings.

It seems we had the right idea. We weren’t the only ones who had noticed Gracie wasn’t so little anymore, and dipshits like Cody from two trailers down were going to try and make a move. That wasn’t f*cking happening. She’s ours.

“Hey, Ty. Gracie was just letting me borrow some sugar.” He reaches out and runs a finger down her bare arm. “Weren’t you, little Gracie?”

I’m on him instantly, my hand around his throat as I drop him to the floor. His head hits the linoleum so f*cking hard I’m sure he has to be seeing stars.

I hear Gracie gasp from behind me, probably shocked by my act of rage. I’ve never had reason to get mad before, but I’m making it f*cking clear that only Dad and I can ever touch her. We’ve been waiting years for her to be ours.

I lean in real close next to his ear, not wanting Gracie to hear what I’m going to say as he tries to pry my hand away from his throat. I only dig my fingers in deeper, knowing there’s going to be a nice f*cking bruise for everyone around here to see.

“You so much as f*cking look at her and I’ll make sure no one ever sees you again. There’re a whole lot of woods around here, and I got no problem digging a f*cking hole to drop you in.”

He just keeps choking at my words, trying to get oxygen.

“Nod your head if you get me.”

He jerkily nods his head fast.

“Now I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to get the f*ck out of here and spread the word real wide. No. One. Touches. Our. Gracie.” I bellow the last words, wanting Gracie to hear that part.

I release him and he jumps up, high-tailing it out of the house, the front door slamming behind him. I get up off the floor and turn to see Gracie, wide-eyed and backed up into the corner next to the kitchen sink.

I take her in. She’s breathing a little heavily and that half-panicked look is still on her face. I go to her, lifting her up and sitting her ass on the edge of the counter.

“You always let people in our home when we aren’t here?”

“No, I-I.” She stumbles over her words. “I was just trying to be friendly. It was just Cody, and he said he needed some sugar for his coffee.”

“He wanted what was ours,” I tell her, leaning down so I’m in her space. “No one gets in here but us.”

I slide my hand up under her dress.

“Who does this belong to?” I move her panties to the side as I stroke her clit with my finger. Her head falls back and she moans.

I move my mouth to her neck. “Tell me whose * this is, Grace,” I push, this time biting into her neck, wanting to leave a mark on her. She jerks against me, pressing herself more into my hand. Trying to get my fingers where she wants them.

“The McCains’. It belongs to the McCains.” I love the way she says it, like she’s begging. God, we got to make her a McCain, too. Fill her with a few McCain babies to keep her planted right here where she belongs.

“Damn right it is. And this cock is yours. All yours, baby. Isn’t it? Only you get to milk release from it. Only you get it hard.”

“Yes. Please,” she begs.

“And you’ll take care of it whenever I tell you to, won’t you? Drop to your knees and suck me off, or bend over and show me that * until I get what I want. Until you’re dripping with me.”

She reaches for the fly of my jeans, but I grab her hands to stop her. A pleading look hits her face. I can tell she’s needy for it.

“I’m going to f*ck you on this floor, and you’re going to scream my name over and over again until you lose your voice and I finally get rid of this hard-on I’ve had all day thinking about coming home to you. Then everyone in this f*cking neighborhood will know that Gracie’s * belongs to the McCains and to stay the f*ck away from it.”

I don’t wait for a response. I pull her off the kitchen counter and lay her out on the floor. I flip her dress up and rip her panties from her body before undoing my belt and zipper, freeing my cock while I fall on top of her.

Reaching between us, I guide myself inside and thrust home. Using my free hand, I rip at the top of her dress until one of her tits slips free, and I suck it into my mouth as I rut back and forth. I don’t even care that I’m still fully clothed. I need this. After seeing someone else touch her, I want to mark her, remind her who she belongs to.

I can’t tell you how many hours I f*cked her on the kitchen floor. It wasn’t until I could barely move that I slipped my cock free of her, a stream of my cum running out with it. The sight had my cock, which had finally gone down, jerking a little in satisfaction.

I pulled her off the floor and carried her to the bathroom.

“I have to make Daddy dinner,” she mumbles, resting her head against my shoulder, making me smile.

“I’ll make him something. I’m going to clean you up, then you’re going to take a nap. Dad’s gonna be pissed when he finds out about Cody, and you’re going to have to make it up to him.”