Gluttony, Rosie could think of no other way to describe Mac's actions except gluttony. It had always been used around her in reference to food but she felt it fit perfectly with Mac and his sexual appetite as well.

To prove her point, Mac flipped her over and set her on all fours before entering her for what felt like the hundredth time in as many hours.

Her body burned, inside and out, every inch of her burned and ached from his attentions. She gripped the filthy bed sheets under her as she winced in pain.

"I'll give you a brake in a bit." Mac growled out, his large hands closing over her small fists as he leaned over her body. "You'll get used to it, soon enough." he sat back up and slapped her ass as he grunted out his release.

Rosie let herself fall back down onto the thin hard mattress of Mac's bed, not caring about the grim and stains she was resting her cheek on, she was beyond exhausted. Behind her Mac was rummaging around the room, mumbling to himself about fathers and faggots.

"How did this happen?" Rosie's voice was just above a whisper, she didn't really expect Mac to answer, they had hardly spoken since they arrived at his house. She had tried to reason with him when she heard her father pounding on the front door, threatening to call the cops, but Mac had her pinned to the bed, her arms stretched above her head, legs spread open as he rutted into her like it was the last time he'd ever have sex again. It wasn't, it was only one of many, many times he would have her this night. He'd told her to "Shut up." and she had.

"I wanted you and now your mine." he surprisingly answered, she turned over and sat up to look at him, her body protesting every movement. "Don't think Daddy is coming to save you." he lit a cigarette and inhaled a deep breath of smoke, letting it out slowly as he studied the way she tried to shield her nudity from his eyes. "You said yes." he smirked "And you came here willingly." he leaned over her, placing his hand on her shoulder, his cigarette dangerously close to her cheek. "You're going to tell them you want to stay too, aren't you?" his hand shifted and Rosie could feel the heat of the cigarettes orange embers near her eye. "Don't upset me little one, you're with me now and I can be nice or not. It all depends on you."

Rosie swallowed hard, soar from when he stuck his member roughly down her throat. "I'll stay, you…," she swallowed again."You're my first…I'm supposed to stay." she didn't bother asking for marriage, too afraid he'd say no, but maybe God would forgive her if she stayed, it would be kind of like marriage.

Mac laughed at her, "You're so fuckin' weird girl." He reached around her head and grabbed her by the hair, pulling it back so she was forced to look him in the eye, "you gonna be my little house wife?" he snickered, "barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen?" his eyes roamed over her face before landing on her swollen red lips, he licked his own lips in anticipation. "I like that." he pushed her back onto the bed and crawled between her legs, "I'll call daddy later, your just too fuckin' delicious, got me hard all over again." he snuffed out his cigarette on the bedside table and positioned himself at her entrance.

Rosie held back a whimper at his words, she didn't know much about male sexuality but weren't there some limitations? How could he keep going, she'd lost count of how many times he'd been inside her, the sun was slowly coming up and here he was sinking into her raw insides again.

MMMMM

Mac could see she was in pain and in truth, his dick felt a little raw as well, but she was so damn enticing, he couldn't get enough. She took what he gave like she always did, if he'd known how fucking submissive Christian girls were trained to be, he'd a bagged her ages ago. He let his hands wander over her body, pinching and soothing as he went. She was covered in marks, some intentional, like the deep bruises on her neck, nipples and on the insides of her thighs, other were caused by his enthusiasm, like the finger marks on her hips and around her wrists. The marks excited him and he gave her a few deep thrusts, slowing down only when she hissed in pain and arched away from him slightly. Poor girl the sun was coming up, he'd let her rest after this.

He came inside her with his head nestled in the crook of her neck, she groaned in pain but put her arms around him hesitantly, like she thought he would push her away, he didn't. Mac let himself rest on her, their bodies sweaty and flushed as she combed through his hair nearly red with the dust of the canyons, perhaps she trying to sooth him to sleep so he would leave her alone.

Mac pushed himself up to look into her eyes, he wasn't about to be manipulated and the little one should learn that quick, but he found no manipulation there, in fact she looked about ready to pass out, no matter what he decided to do. She looked at him with unfocused eyes and smiled hesitantly, "Is it Ok that I do that?" she looked up at his messy hair, "Mama used to do it for Daddy when they watched T.V. and he really liked it." Mac laughed again, she really was strange, he laid back down on her.

"Go on then." he settled in for a bit, he could deal with Daddy later, he thought as he drew circles absentmindedly on her stomach with his finger, he imagined his sperm swimming up inside her, with all the cum he dumped in this girl it would be a damn miracle if she wasn't knocked up yet. Reggie was knocked up, three months, according to Devon, he scratched her stomach lightly, he'd teach any child of his to hate his cousin. His son would be strong, he had no doubt, and Devon's would be weak, just like his father.

Thank you to everyone who has been reading and reviewing this Fic.! I was able to get this out today because nobody was feeding my SanSan addiction :-) Next up is Wrath!