In Peter’s Arms Ch.2

I sat on my bed, holding my phone, when I threw it across the room.

THUNK

When it hit the wall a shard of glass bounced back and sliced my foot

“SHIT, AHH GOD THAT HURTS!”

“TIA IM GOING TO THE STORE TO BUY SOME….TOYS.”

I shivered. I hated when my dad bought toys. Usually they were meant for sexual pain. But if my father was gone that meant I could get rid of Peter. And when my father left he usually went to the bar and got drunk. That meant I had about two hours to get rid of Peter.

I wiped away my tears of pain and went downstairs to grab a wet napkin or some ointment. Before I could look I heard the doorbell ring. And it rang again. And again. And again.

“Jesus Christ Peter I’m coming!” I sighed and ran to the door.

As soon as I opened it Peter burst through, then turned around and hugged me. His crushing embrace was overwhelming, and I buried my face in his jacket. He smelled like pine and cinnamon. Then the wonderful hug ended as he pulled away and grasped my shoulders.

“Tia. No fucking around. Tell me the truth.”

I shook my head. “I- I can’t.” I said, my voice cracking.

Peter sighed. “Yes, you can.” Then he leaned forward and kissed me. On the lips. I swear I saw sparks. I had never been kissed. Even my dad had never kissed me. His lips tasted sweet, and salty at the same time. Then he pulled away and led me to the couch.

“Peter….you shouldn’t have done that. If my dad finds out-” I clamped my hand over my mouth.

“I knew it. He’s been touching you, hasn’t he?! I’ll fucking kill him,” Peter spat.

Now or never Tia. “Yes he has, and no. Don’t get angry Peter.”

Peter glared at me. He grabbed my arm and yanked up my sleeve, to reveal a trail of black and blue bruises along my arm. I yanked my sleeve back down.

“He hurt you Tia.” Peter whispered. He wrapped his arms around me. It felt so good, but it was so innocent. But I felt so tingly. I felt like moving it forward. Peter was to nice to make a move. This was my chance. To know what feeling good was really like. I pulled away, and looked into Peter’s eyes. The friend that had always been there for me, the friend that told his brothers to knock it off when they hit on me, the friend that stayed home playing video-games with me on homecoming cause I didn’t have a date. I leaned forward and kissed him. I pressed my lips against his, and crawled forwards, climbing on his lap. Peter groaned.

“No, Tia…I- I can’t.”

I moaned into his mouth, tasting him….pushing my tongue against his…”Shut up Peter and kiss me.”

Peter growled and pushed me back, climbing on top of me and hooking his thumbs into my jeans. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing his face and lips, moaning as I felt good. I felt what you were meant to feel. Peter stood up and began to undress. I bit my lip, but did the same. I stood up, but froze when I saw Peter’s cock. OMG. He was huge…and fully erect. He was at least nine inches. Peter saw me staring and smiled. He looked me up and down, admiring my large, perky tits.

“Your so beautiful Tia.”

I blushed. He leaned over and picked me up, bride and groom style. I laughed, and Peter carried me to my room. He dropped me on my bed and began to tickle me. I squealed, kicking away. Then he dropped to his knees on the bed and began to run my tits. I moaned, feeling all that sexual desire pent up in me, never been able to be released. And that was all it took. I bucked and moaned as my orgasm exploded inside me…Peter just continued to massage my breasts, until he leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth. I screamed, it felt SO good. He sucked and made little popping noises, and I felt his hand travel down to my sex. I could feel my wetness trickling between my legs. His hand grazed my pussy. I moaned, and grabbed his hair. I looked lovingly into his eyes. Peter, my protecter. Then he stopped. WTF?

“Do you trust me Tia?”

Once I realized what he was planning to do I sat up. “Peter. I trust you with my life.”

He smiled, and guided his dick to my entrance. He kept it there, hesitating for a moment. Then he plunged it in.

I screamed, he was SO big. Then he started thrusting, holding me in his arms as he did.

“I love you Tia,” He whispered in my ear. Then he but my ear, and sucked on it. I moaned, and bucked on him. My fingernails were digging into his back as he pounded into me, and I saw sparks fly. I felt amazing!

“Peter- Oh God! I’m- I’m cumming!” That just made him pound harder, groaning and moaning into my ear. And then I came.

I saw colors everywhere in the room. I felt so amazing as my juices shot out.

“Tia,” Peter said urgently.

“Pull out.” I whispered. He obeyed, and I took his cock in my mouth. Peter’s eyes widened as his cum shot out and I swallowed it all in my mouth. Then I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied. Peter grinned and collapsed next to me.

“I love you to, Peter.” I sighed fitfully and curled closet into his arms. Where I belonged. In Peter’s arms. Until I remembered my dad. He would be home any minute. So I had to hurry. But I was so happy. I didn’t want to move.

I heard my bedroom door open. I shot up, and saw my dad in my doorway with a beer in his hand and a wild look in his eyes

“What the fuck-”

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