5. Carter
CHAPTER 5
Carter
A fter tucking Cece into bed, I take her laptop and finish reading her essay. It’s given me valuable insight into who she is as a woman and what her dreams and aspirations are. In the first several years of her life, she struggled in school due to a speech delay that made writing and reading difficult.
She was bullied in the first two grades before finally getting the help she needed in the third. At a new school, a teacher took an interest in her. She goes on to write about how that teacher was the only encouraging adult in her life, and she draws inspiration from that. Longing to be a special needs teacher and, hopefully, help children like herself in the same way.
Closing the computer, I stare at the woman who has owned me from the first second our eyes met. If I knew then what I know now, I’d have stolen her away from her mother a long time ago.
Growing up, I didn’t have an apple-pie life. I had a father who was more interested in the business than me. A mother who pretended everything was fine and my own rebelliousness that got me in so much shit I’d nearly been cut off.
When I was eighteen, my father sent me to work on the docks that now house our products. I was a scut boy who did all the dirty work. I was everyone’s bitch until I learned some manners. Once I stopped giving attitude and started doing my job, I finally began earning respect.
I don’t want that kind of life for Cece, so once she’s accepted to the college of her choice, I plan to foot the bill until she graduates. It’s not to manipulate her into picking me and staying here. It’s because I want her to succeed and have the future of her dreams. Which is why I just finished ordering her a new laptop, iPad, and phone. And since I didn’t allow her to go home yesterday either, I’ve hired a personal shopper to outfit her with an entirely new wardrobe, which should be delivered by dinner.
Now, it’s all about convincing her to accept it–no strings attached.
Growing up as she did, I know it won’t be simple. She’ll fight me, and I’ll likely have to force it on her. I’m ready for the fight, even if it means putting my foot down and showing her who’s boss around here.
“Carter?” Turning in my chair, the woman in question enters my office with two cups of coffee in hand. “I thought you might like some.”
Patting the desk, I encourage her to come over.
“Why are you up already?” I ask, checking my watch. It’s nearly lunchtime, but she only passed out a couple of hours ago. She shouldn’t be up just yet.
“Couldn’t sleep.” Her casual shrug as she places a cup down and sips from the other speaks volumes.
Gripping her hips, I pull her between my legs. “Missed me, did you?”
Her perfect white teeth dig into her lip to hide her smile as a blush blooms on her cheeks. “Maybe.”
Clearing my desk, I stand and pick her up by her hips, placing her on top. “Don’t ever be afraid to tell me what you’re feeling or ask for what you need. I can’t tell you how much I want you to demand everything you can from me.”
Her head tilts curiously as she studies me, and I wait for her to say it’s too much, too soon. That she’s not ready for a relationship. So, I’m shocked when she responds, “Will you do the same with me?”
Cupping her jaw, I glide my hand around to her nape while lowering my head to meet her lips. “Yeah, sweet girl, I’ll always be honest with you. Demand everything I want or need from you. Always.”
Sipping from her lips, I lead her into a slow, sensual kiss that catches her breath and gets my heart racing. “Never get enough of you,” I murmur as I move across her jaw and down her throat, nipping and licking while she moans for me.
Cece grips my shirt tightly and opens her legs for me, cradling me into her body. “Why now?” she asks cautiously, not recoiling but holding me tighter.
“You weren’t old enough; I had to wait. I had planned to wait longer. I needed you to be sure of what you wanted before I took over your life.” Meeting her eyes, I study her as she absorbs my words.
“You’ve wanted me that long?” She seems surprised.
“Baby, we need to work on your self-esteem.” She laughs at that. “Yeah. From the moment our eyes met, I knew you were more than just Odette’s friend. You were more than Della’s friend. You were born for me, baby.” Her entire demeanor softens at my words.
“You really believe that?” she asks as she wraps her arms around my neck to pull me down.
“Yeah, Cece, I do. I think, sometimes, we have to wait for the good girls, and I’d do it all over again just so you could always be mine.” Touching my lips to hers, she sighs into my kiss. When she opens for me, I flick my tongue against hers until they dance.
Dragging her closer with my hands on her hips, I press my hard dick into her center, yearning for the feel of her heat on me, even when I can’t fuck her. Not yet. I refuse to take her virginity on my desk because I’m a damn horndog and can’t keep it together. The more she squirms, however, the harder it is to keep my vow.
Sliding a hand up her shirt, I cup one perfect globe, massaging until her head drops back. I slowly brush my thumb over her nipple, and she pants and moans for more.
Tweaking the stiff peak between two fingers, I pinch and pluck at her until she vibrates against me. “So sensitive,” I whisper in her ear, kissing up and down her throat.
“I didn’t know,” she confesses, and I groan into her throat.
“You’ve never explored your body before?” Drawing back, I see her hesitantly shake her head no. “You’re a gift, sweet girl. My gift.”
Lust glazes her eyes as she watches me lift her shirt and pull it over her head for better access to her magnificent tits. Round, perky, and a handful I’ll never get enough of. Dusky rose nipples point up at me, begging for a merciless sucking.
Locking my eyes on hers, I bend until one bud brushes my mouth. I wrap my lips around the flesh and massage it by rolling it across my teeth back and forth. When her mouth gapes, I open wide and take as much of her breast into my mouth as I can. Her cry of shock when I clamp down and begin sucking has my dick leaking and soaking my pants.
Continuing my ministrations to her stunning tits, I use my free hand to withdraw my cock. It springs free and slaps against her soaked panties until she bravely reaches forward and grips the thick girth.
“It’s soft,” she murmurs as I suckle at her other tit, “yet, so hard.” The wonder in her tone is nearly my undoing, and I almost say fuck it and plow into her body.
“Grip it hard,” I instruct. “Harder. It won’t break.”
She gasps as I spurt and leak all over her fingers. Yeah. She’s fucking holding me in both hands as she pumps torturously. I’ll fucking die a happy man if she keeps this up.
Slipping a hand into her panties, I rub and pinch her clit into a frenzy until she squirms and wails in my arms. Her scream of release takes me by surprise as she slumps against my chest, trying to catch her breath while quivering and twitching.
“Daddy, that was…” She sighs without finishing her thought.
“Lay back, Cece.”
She collapses on my desk, her body open for me to admire. I have to palm my dick roughly and tear her panties off as I stroke the beast firmly until my seed pumps out in long spurts of fluid. Coating her pussy in my cum, I aim for her stomach and chest until I’m drained.
Slamming a hand on the desk next to her hip, I use the other one to spread my semen across her body, pushing some in her tight cunt, and rubbing into her sensitive clit. Coating her tits in the salty liquid as she watches with heat in her stare.
“Such a good girl for Daddy. You know that, baby?”
She’s mesmerized as I lift a finger to her lips and trace the plump flesh before slipping through the small opening and painting her tongue with my baby batter.