Filthy Secret

LYRA CASEY, daughter of analytics mogual mark casey, vanishes an hour before wedding to CALDWELL investments heir.

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The empty highway looms, my headlights cutting a swath through the darkness. It took hours, but I was finally able to get off the interstates that led out of the city and on to less traveled roads. Roads search parties won’t think of until days from now, when Lyra and I will be long gone. She’ll be home where she belongs. With me.

Lyra murmurs in her sleep, and I turn over my shoulder to see her stirring then falling still. Her eyelids are smooth, lips parted as she breathes, hair fanned around her head. The veil tucked at the crown of her head gives the appearance of a halo, and my chest tightens.

She’s so beautiful. Always was, but there’s something about a white dress that does it for a man.

As pretty as the dress is, I can’t wait to get it off her and consummate this damn thing. It’s been a long time coming. Over four fucking years. I’m going to take my time, make up for all the hours she should have been in my arms. Kissing my lips. Her legs spread around me as she sweetly takes my cock.

I turn onto a gravel road, shushing when she moans again. My buddy’s house is about a mile off the main highway, and that’s where I’ve kept my truck the last week. Knowing him, it’s probably filled with supplies. Canned food, dried goods, packs and packs of water bottles. Gauze, cotton balls, over the counter medicine. Everything you need extra of when you live off the grid and the closest hospital is over an hour away.

My truck is parked behind his barn, and I pull up beside it, leaving Lyra in the backseat while I add my own supplies to the back of the truck. I’d gotten her a few gifts. A coffee maker, some books. A few more toys for us to play with. I’ve been buying them online when I go into town, having them shipped to a P. O. Box, but I stopped to get plenty of lube and other things we’ll need right away. The last thing I want to do is leave her sore. And sure, some of this stuff might have been presents for me, but I deserve something.

Her sweet voice pops into my head, the image of her straddled over my lap making my stomach tighten. I don’t want anyone else but you, and someday it’s gonna be just us. No one else, just us, and we can do whatever we want.

“That’s right, baby. Just you and me, no one else,” I tell her as I open the door of my truck cab, setting her inside then reaching up to stroke her face. My hands smooth up her thighs, pushing her the billowy tulle skirt out of my way. A smile curls my lips at the sight of what she’s wearing. It’s exactly what I like, not what that asshole would pick. Chaste panties under a lacy garter belt with little blue flowers, white stockings that run from her thighs to her toes. It’s right that it’s me seeing this and no one else. It’ll never be anyone else.

I kiss her knee as I reach up and pull the panties down her thighs, itching to bury my head between her legs and taste her. There will be time for that later. I have to focus now. Make sure there’s nothing else in our way.

Lyra murmurs wordlessly when I part her thighs, and her head rolls on the seat. “Baby, it’s just me,” I assure her as I slip on the rubber gloves, wanting to make sure that I keep her safe during this part.

She tightens when I slip my fingers inside her, and I can’t help but curl them once to see how she rocks at the movement. I know she hasn’t fucked that asshole because papers kept talking about the playboy and his virgin bride. Like she was a unicorn or some mythical creature.

None of that matters now. He’ll move onto one of the other cunts he’s been fucking behind her back, two of them right at their goddamn wedding, and she’ll forget about him in a few months if not sooner. I have no doubts about that. Once I show her how good it’s going to be between us, she’ll never think about that cocksucker again.

My fingers sink deep, and when I feel the wiry strands poking out of her womb I frown. Lyra was always wary of doctors. Hated going to them, so I’m not sure how they convinced her to get an IUD. Even more of a reason she belongs with me. “I’ll get this out of you. You won’t ever have to worry about it again.”

My other hand moves to press on her lower belly, thumb smoothing over her dress when she moans. The strands curl around my fingers, then I pull slowly and steadily down. The device slips out, and it drops into my palm. Such a tiny little thing and it could have fucked up months or years of our life.

I make a mental note to give Lyra some pain meds tomorrow if she needs them. She should sleep through the worst of it, but if not, I’ve got plenty of things to help her out.

Her panties dangle around one ankle, and I take them off completely, curling the satiny material in my palm. My eyes drift upward, skating along her long, smooth legs until they settle on her pussy. I lean in, licking my lips as the hand holding the panties moves to rub my cock. God, I want her so bad. Feeling her in my arms earlier, her tiny body under mine, it’s distracting as hell. I unfasten my pants, fisting my dick with the panties and stroking it hard and fast. My other hand slides up her thigh, thumb brushing over her folds, pressing to her little clit and circling softly. She stirs, and her

knees fall open, but she doesn’t wake more than that

“That’s right, Lyra,” I murmur as I pump my fist, my breathing already ragged. It’s been so fucking long. Nearly four years of just my hand and whatever toy I desired in the moment. I’d fucked my fill before I met her but waiting to be like this with her has been nothing short of torture. Her hips rock again, and I squeeze my cock tighter as my thumb dips lower, stroking over her entrance and through the moisture between her folds.

“I’m gonna take good care of you. Make you forget all those fake pricks; make you remember how good it was between us. How good I can make you feel.”

My stomach tightens, and I cup the panties over the head of my cock and groan, catching my release in the soft fabric. It doesn’t last long, which is good. I want to save as much as I can for her. Such a waste if it’s not getting pushed into her cunt.

The panties are soaked with cum, but I don’t toss them. Instead, I fold them up and set them on the floor of the car. I want to show them to her later, let her know how badly I want her.

She mumbles again as I tuck her legs back into the truck and gather up the rest of the trash from my stops. The offensive device joins coffee cups and fast-food bags, and I throw it all in my buddy’s burn bin before tossing the keys to the car on the driver’s seat. My buddy will strip it for parts then send it to the dump, and since it was registered under a private entity, they’ll never trace it back to me.

She stirs when I get into the car, and I reach back to cover her up with a blanket. “We’ll be home in a little while, and then we’ll be happy. I promise, we’ll be so happy.”