Chapter 10
10
Christian
M ine, mine, mine.
If there’s anything that describes how I feel about Emily, it’s the intense sense of possession whenever I’m with the curvy girl, which is basically all the time, given that we’ve barely left my bed this past week. She’s saucy, curvy, and so incredibly sweet, all simultaneously too. How the fuck did this happen? The young woman was a fucking trespasser who was left here by her mother to stake a claim on my cabin. But instead, the relationship has become something more. It’s sweet, tender, and filthy, and I can’t get enough.
Is it romance? I don’t know but it definitely feels like it. I watch Emily all the time, as that curvy form moves about in the kitchen, cooking up delicious meals from scratch. I’m aware of her as I type at my keyboard, her feminine presence filling the cabin with sweetness and light. And at night, I become a savage beast. I ride her curves again and again, filling that tender cunt full of seed as we moan and pant, writhing in the sheets.
So yeah, I’d say shit has changed. It’s become fucked-up and the fact is that I’m a fucked-up asshole for even embarking on a fuckfest with a woman who’s technically my ex-stepdaughter. But the snow continues to surround us; we’re trapped in a warm, cozy cabin together; and Emily can’t get enough of my massive shaft either. She was an innocent when we started, but in the last week, I’ve transformed her into a come-hungry slut ready to harbor my dick at any hour of the day.
In fact, as I sit across from her at the table, downing a delicious lunch of grilled cheese and piping hot tomato soup, I could swear that she’s smiling at something filthy on her mind.
“What is it?” I growl, putting down my spoon. “Why are you laughing?”
She giggles, her big breasts bouncing as her cheeks go pink.
“Well, I’m dripping, Christian. Down there . Is it possible that your loads have been getting bigger? Is that even biologically possible?”
I grin while stroking her plump thigh under the table.
“I don’t know but I think so. You’re so fucking sexy, honey, that I come like a beast whenever I’m in you. We’ve been having the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, baby girl, and trust me, I’ve had a lot of it. This is fucking fantabulous.”
She blushes, stealing a look at me from under her lashes.
“Fantabulous?” Emily giggles. “That’s a funny word for a big ole mountain man like you to use. But really, Christian? I’m the best you’ve ever had?”
My big hand skims up her thigh to tickle at her panties, and sure enough, they’re damp from a mixture of my seeping seed and her feminine nectar.
“Yes,” I growl. “You are absolutely the best, sweetheart. You’re horny, slutty, and so innocent, all at the same time. You make me into a wild animal, and I love fucking you in every hole.”
After all, Emily hasn’t just given me her pussy cherry, but she’s gifted me with her ass cherry as well. It happened slow, I swear. I didn’t just punch in like a fucking caveman. Instead, I worked my cock in gradually, the curvy girl moaning and grunting as she absorbed inch after inch of my fuckshaft in her tiny anus. But soon, she was taking me like a champ in her rear end, and if anything, Emily craves anal sex now. She loves having my hard rod deep in her back door, and begs for it so prettily each night.
But yes, there’s still the problem of contraception. I take her small hand in my big one, and look straight into her innocent blue eyes.
“Are you sure you’re okay with us not using protection, sweetheart? I know I gave you the morning after pill after our first night together, but I only had that one. And we’ve used up all my condoms, and we’re still snowed in, so there’s no way to get a hold of more.”
Emily swallows hard, her slender throat moving slightly. But she tightens her fingers around mine.
“Yes, I’m okay with it,” she whispers. “It’s not my fertile time of the month, and you’ve been pulling out so that it doesn’t get in. Plus, we’ve been having anal sex too,” she adds, her cheeks blushing as her voice becomes almost inaudible. “I won’t get pregnant from that.”
I nod, my cock already hardening in my jeans.
“That’s true,” I intone in a low voice. “But you’re young, baby. Only eighteen. You’re at a fertile age, and anything can happen when it comes to a lush young girl like you. Besides, I’m a very virile man, and you’ve been getting load after load from me. You’re basically getting fucked around the clock, baby, so we’re playing with fire.”
Emily blushes fire engine red at my filthy description, but I can see how her breasts quiver as her cheeks heat.
“I know, Christian,” she says in a low voice. “But a woman is pretty much only fertile three days per month, and those three days haven’t come yet. I know my body well, and I’ve been counting the days, so we should be okay.”
I squeeze her hand, adoring this woman even as my blue gaze intensifies.
“We’ll get you some protection as soon as the roads open again,” I promise in a throaty voice. “And thank you, baby, for trusting me, and for being so meticulous about your body. I adore you, Emily, and this has been the best vacation ever.”
“Has it?” she asks with a playful smile. “But how can it be a vacation when you’re working?”
I growl
“I work because there’s a lot on my plate, and a CEO never gets away from the demands of his job. But you’ve made it ten times more pleasurable, and I want to thank you for that.” Then I pause. “But what about you, sweetheart? We always talk about me, but never about you. Tell me about your job,” I invite. “Or school. Or whatever it is that keeps you busy each day.”
Emily blushes and looks down, biting her lip.
“Well, you know I live in Vegas with my mom,” she murmurs. “I graduated from high school last year, and my dream is to be a vet tech. So I’m taking classes at Palms Community College, and hopefully I’ll land a job with a clinic after I graduate.”
I nod.
“You’re nurturing and gentle, Emily. You’d be amazing at taking care of animals.” Of course, I don’t add that I can see the curvy girl as an amazing mommy too. She’d be good with kids, soft and yet not too soft, making a baby laugh while entertaining a chubby toddler. A vision fills my head then, and my cock twitches: Emily, her belly swollen with a child, stirring something in a pot before the stove. Her blonde hair is pulled up in a messy ponytail, and I come to stand behind her, pressing a kiss to her neck as my hands slip around her expanding waist. It’s my baby making her grow, and it’s my seed that’s blossomed in her belly. Mine , the voice in my head chants. My family.
What the fuck? A pang hits my gut because I’ve always wanted to be a father. It’s something that I figured would happen, but now in my forties, I wonder if the opportunity has passed me by. Sure, I’m still biologically capable of getting it done, but will I ever meet the right woman? Is Emily the right woman?
My heart surges with possession and longing as I take in the curvy girl, the new idea wreaking havoc on my equanimity. What the fuck. She’s my ex-wife’s daughter, and we’re supposed to be mortal enemies. Yet I’m dreaming of breeding the young woman, and knocking her up with baby after baby after baby.
I push the image away, but I know I’ll come back to it because it’s an arresting one. Imagine that. Emily, swollen and smiling sweetly with my child inside. Hell, I’d be Christian Degas, a new dad at forty-five! Goddamn, but it feels right.
But I can’t spring this on the curvy girl right now. All this is new to me, and I need time to process the emotions. Still, it’s astonishing how the mighty have fallen. I’ve gone from playboy billionaire fucking a different woman every week to a wannabe daddy and doting partner in a matter of days. Fuck fuck fuck.
I swallow, and merely smile at Emily again, giving no inkling as to my thoughts.
“Is there anything I can do for your career?” I ask in a low voice. “I know a lot of people in Vegas, and I’d be happy to pull some strings if you like.”
She giggles while blushing.
“No, no, it’s fine. I’m just taking classes, and there’s no reason to think I won’t get my certificate. It’s a two year associate’s degree, and I plan on graduating with honors. Except,” she pauses, frowning, “my mom isn’t the biggest fan of my career aspirations. You know that Pamela wants me to be a showgirl like her, right?”
I sigh, slumping a bit in my chair.
“It doesn’t surprise me,” I say. “Your mother’s always been dedicated to her career. Any other woman would be more than happy to give up that life because the entertainment industry is fucking brutal, especially when you’re a woman of a certain age. But your mom has decided to tough it out. Shit, Pamela will be on stage when she’s seventy if they let her.”
“I know,” Emily says in a soft voice, nodding thoughtfully. “My mom’s always been dedicated to her career, but it’s not the worst thing in the world. I know her workaholic tendencies kind of messed up your marriage,” she says with a quick tone of apology, “but it was good for me in a way. You know that my dad left us when I was a baby, right? He basically walked off into the sunset, and I never really knew him. So Pam was on her own with a baby, and she was only eighteen herself at the time. She worked hard to make ends meet, and raised me on her own. So I’m grateful for that.”
I nod darkly.
“Yeah, I think I offered to hunt down your dad in order to wring some child support out of that fucker. But Pam didn’t want to. She was past that phase of her life, and besides, I have so much money that it didn’t matter. I was more than happy to pay for anything you and your mom needed, and that’s what puzzles me. She wanted to work even after marrying me. And we married without a pre-nup,” I add in a dark tone. “She could take me to the cleaners if she wanted.”
“I know,” Emily says. “And I know her behavior lately has been atrocious, what with the possession is nine-tenths of the law thing. But Pamela has always been a good mother to me, or at least as good as she could be. She’s been a showgirl her whole life, and the profession has done right by her because she’s thirty-five and they still love her on stage. So in a fucked-up way, it makes sense that she wants me to follow in her footsteps. The problem is that I’m not my mom,” the curvy girl finishes with a wry smile. “I mean, look at me. I’m not showgirl material.”
My dark brows descend.
“What do you mean?”
Emily cocks her head helplessly, flushing a little.
“Well, I’m big, Christian. Not big big, but I’m bigger than your average showgirl. Those girls are lithe with tight, toned bodies, and you’ve seen me naked,” she says, a bit embarrassed. “I have junk in the trunk and they would never hire me.”
“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart,” I say in a fierce tone before squeezing her knee. “There’s nothing about you that I’d change, and I’ll fucking bury anyone who tries to. But your mom’s not dumb, so why does she think that you’d want to be part of a chorus line?”
My sweet girl goes a bit pale, and looks down.
“Well, of all the people who want me to change, it’s Pamela who wants it the most. She wants me to lose some weight, and then once I’ve slimmed down, she says she has connections in the business. She’ll be able to score auditions for me, and maybe even a role. That is, if I lose the weight first,” she adds in a dark tone.
I growl, angered by this news.
“What the fuck,” I rasp. “What the fuckity fuck.”
Emily merely sighs, her shoulders slumping a bit.
“No, I get it. It’s not that bad. It’s not malicious in any way. This is simply the life my mom knows, and the business has treated her well. She managed to raise me on her salary, and she’s still going strong in middle age. But I think what Pam doesn’t realize is that I don’t want to get on stage. I want to work with fuzzy kittens and abandoned puppies. I want a much more private life that doesn’t involve glitter, feathers and high heels under bright lights.”
“I’ll talk to Pamela,” I say in a low, dangerous tone. “I can’t believe your mom’s so fucking dense. What the fuck.”
Emily merely sighs again before shooting me a tired smile.
“You can try talking to her, but I doubt it’ll make a difference. I’ve already tried talking to her maybe ... oh, three hundred times, and it hasn’t changed her mind.”
But Emily’s happiness means more than the world to me, and I have a sudden desire to do whatever I can to make her day. I want Emily smiling. I want her laughing. I want to see that plush pout part with sheer joy because she’s getting what she wants.
“It’s fine,” I say in a low tone. “I’ll talk to Pam. In a civil manner, I promise.”
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Emily sing-songs with a smile that makes my chest expand. “Your big, bad, brutish ways might not have their desired effect. I’m just saying—”
But her words are cut off because I’ve pulled the curvy girl into my lap, her soft form perfect on my taut thighs. My harsh mouth descends on her sweet, delectable pout, and to my gratification, her lips part immediately. Damn, I’ve taught the young woman well as she mewls and squirms against me, already heated with desire. But will the student become the teacher? Will Emily school me, when the time comes? It’s possible seeing how the curvy girl has me chained to her innocence ... and the problem is that I want more .