2. Robert
ROBERT
She wants it, and she doesn’t even know it, I think to myself as I try to keep my eyes off the tight fabric stretched over her barely legal pussy. Shorts like that should be illegal. I can barely keep my hand from moving up her thigh and tearing them to shreds.
Moonlight gleams through the window, illuminating her beauty.
This is the reason I never let myself actually meet Katie.
I saw pictures of her and was instantly smitten by her beauty, and I didn’t want to get any ideas about stealing my son’s fiancée.
So I watched her from afar, stroking my cock to my own private fantasies about her while I was alone.
But now that he’s gone and broken that sacred trust that runs within families, I couldn’t care less.
Katie is gorgeous. No two ways about it. And even just having my hand on her thigh is enough to get my blood pumping. In fact, my cock is swelling beneath my pants as we drive. I’m already leaking pre-cum as I picture that tight, teenage pussy just waiting for me.
These are not the thoughts a father should be having about his son’s fiancée. But a son shouldn’t be banging his dad’s girlfriend in the bathroom either. I think it’s pretty safe to say all honor and decorum has been squashed now, thanks to Kyle.
I want her.
And why shouldn’t I? She’s a gorgeous girl in the prime of her life with a body built to entice me. My balls are aching, full of cum, and I can’t stop picturing what she’ll look like once I get her out of those clothes.
Her plump tits strain against her T-shirt as she takes deep breaths, no doubt trying to calm herself from the ridiculous event that just occurred back at the house.
She looks like a sexy little angel, innocent from the sin of the world, sent to tempt me into taking her.
And she’s doing a great fucking job of it.
“Are you taking me to France?” I glance over and see a hint of a smirk on her lips. She’s toying with me. Normally I don’t like that from women. But the tone of her voice sends another rush of blood pumping into my cock.
“France?” I smirk back, tightening my grip on her thigh. Such warm, soft flesh…she’s primed and ready for me. I bet she’s wet too. What I wouldn’t give to get my tongue in her slit right now. I bet her moans are heavenly.
“Yeah, we’ve been driving for a while now.”
My small smirk twists into a smile. “You’ve got sass. I like that.” Katie’s cheeks turn red, and she looks down at the floor. Her lips…so plump and pink. I can’t imagine how they’d look wrapped around my dick.
“No, I’m taking you to my penthouse,” I tell her. “It’s a secret place not even Clarice knows about.”
I’ll take you there and you’ll never leave. That’s what I want to say to her, but I bite my tongue. Can’t go scaring away this angel, especially after what just happened to her.
“Not even your girlfriend, huh?”
There’s an adorable cuteness and vulnerability in Katie’s eyes as she looks at me.
It’s like she’s begging me to make sense of the world as it spins around her.
My protective instincts swell. Feelings I’ve never felt before.
This girl is a treasure, and I intend to protect her with every ounce of strength I have.
“I never really trusted Clarice,” I reply. “She always came off like she was more interested in my money than me, know what I mean?”
Katie slowly nods. “So you’re saying she’s a gold-digger.”
“Well, I wasn’t sure before,” I laugh. “But now? I’m pretty sure, yes.”
I’m also pretty sure this girl is not. She’s far too innocent for that. I remember rolling my eyes at the dinner table, listening to Kyle complain about how his new fiancée was “like a nun” and her “lack of experience.”
That’s all fine with me. Nothing would make me happier than being the first man to slide into that untouched slit. To feel those silky folds spread and stretch around my swollen crown as I bury every one of my inches in her.
“What about Kyle?”
I shrug. “He might know, but he doesn’t have the balls to come here. Kid’s too spoiled.” Katie almost laughs, but something’s pulling at her. And I think I know what. “It’s not your fault, you know?”
She looks at me, adorable eyes filling with confusion. Such expectation. She has no idea what I’m about to say, but she’s desperate to hear it. “That my son cheated on you. That’s not on you.”
“Oh, I know,” she replies, waving a dismissive hand. She’s trying to act like she’s not bothered, but I see right through her. She may not have cared for my son, but no woman wants to be cheated on.
“Seriously, Katie.” I press her, rubbing her thigh soothingly. My cock is hard as a brick now. She’s not wearing a bra, and her nipples are hard, pressing through the fabric of her shirt. I never knew an eighteen-year-old could have such incredible tits. And just inches away from my hand…
I want to grab them, knead them, lift her shirt and expose every inch. I want to drip pre-cum all over them, slide my dick between them, and fuck them until I explode all over her chin and her cute little cheeks.
Something about her untouched innocence makes me want to sully her, tarnish her, defile her. But all in the process of making her mine. No one else’s. Mine.
I pull up out front and hand the keys to Carlton the doorman, who also handles my car.
He glances at Katie and then gives me one of those knowing glances that guys give each other to show they approve.
Normally, I’d just smile and nod and go about my night, like every other time I’ve brought a girl back over the years.
But this time, a spark of jealousy surges within me, filling me with an anger that causes my hands to ball into fists.
Christ, I actually want to hit Carlton right now!
It takes a lot of self-restraint, but I hold back. I take a deep breath, lick my top teeth, and turn back to Katie and take her hand.
“Have a good night, sir,” Carlton says, unaware that him simply looking at Katie almost sent me off the deep end.
“You too,” I grumble as I hand him a fifty.
What is happening to me? I’m actually jealous. A man like me—worth millions of dollars, who’s never had any problem getting girls—is jealous?
I want to lean in and mark her. Suck her neck, give her a love bite. Do anything to let the rest of the world know that she is my property and they need to back the fuck off. I’m practically shaking with excitement just thinking about it.
I’ve never cared that much for women. They’ve always been just another trophy for me. Another victory. A piece of arm candy to show off to the rest of the world.
But Katie is different.
I don’t just want to show her off; I want to claim her so no other man ever tries to put his hands on her. My cock is pulsing so hard as we step into the building, and I’m picturing all the things I want to do to her, honestly scared I might fuck her until she can’t walk anymore.
I glance over at her as we reach the elevator. She’s definitely nervous, but she also trusts me. And after the betrayal she experienced due to my dweeb of a son, I actually feel proud. I am the one who will stick up for her, protect her, provide for her.
Not him. Not anybody else.
She’ll never have to worry about a thing when she’s by my side.
I press the button for the penthouse and look down at her.
My eyes just can’t stay away. It’s really not possible how gorgeous she is.
Just standing there…it’s like she’s taunting me.
Like her body is daring me to strip her naked and have my way with her.
If she looks this good in shorts and a T-shirt, I can’t even imagine what she’ll look like in her birthday suit.
The elevator stops and dings. The doors open, and Katie’s eyes go wide. Stretched out in front of her is an entire wall of plate glass overlooking the city. Lights flicker and reflect across the open floor plan as we step into the room. I hear her gasp as she stops to take it all in.
“Well, what do you think?” It’s a rhetorical question, but she knows that.
“I mean, it’s tiny,” she quips. “But I could get used to it.”
I grin back at her. “Yeah, I bet you could.”
She already looks like she belongs here. Like the whole place was designed around her. With her in mind.
Moments ago, she was my son’s fiancée. An eighteen-year-old beauty that I knew I should stay away from. Now she’s a queen. A queen who belongs in my penthouse. Who belongs in my bed, at my side with my arm wrapped around her.
My hands belong all over her body. Up her dress, down her shirt. My fingers threaded through her hair.
I can’t help but still feel like I should stay away from this girl.
Taking her into my life is going to change everything.
She’s a goddess. An allure. Pure temptation that I can already feel myself being wrapped up in.
And that’s why I’m helpless.
I can’t get rid of her. I can’t fight this urge. Every second that ticks by is torture. And when she looks back at me with those adorable eyes, I feel myself losing control.
How could my son do this? Is it my fault?
Did I raise him wrong? When his mother left, I tried to make his life easy.
Make things simple. Maybe I gave him too much.
Maybe I spoiled him. That was always a worry in the back of my mind, but I just thought he’d end up being overly cocky.
I never thought he’d have the balls to make a move on my girlfriend, especially while cheating on his fiancée.
Not like I was that attached to Clarice anyway. But still.
“I appreciate you bringing me here,” Katie says, her voice soft and low. “But I should go.”
“What are you talking about?”
She hangs her head, hiding those cute eyes from me. “It is my fault. If I wasn’t such a prude, Kyle wouldn’t have done what he did.”
My heart sinks. So she does blame herself.
Son of a bitch.
Quiet stretches over the room like a wire drawn tight. I know the consequences of getting closer to her. The urges are already threatening to take over my body. But I can’t just watch her stand there any longer. She looks miserable. She feels responsible for this mess. And that can’t go on.
“Katie, I told you this is not your fault,” I say, stepping closer, so close I can feel the heat from her body. Smell her scent. My nostrils flare, and my lungs warm.
She lifts her head. There are those cute eyes again.
My cock flexes beneath my pants. My head is nearly spinning with desire.
“But…most girls my age put out for their boyfriends…” She’s shaking her head. Finding blame to place on herself.
“Kyle was never your boyfriend.” I take her hand in mine. Such soft skin. Tender flesh. “He was a fiancé arranged by your father and me…”
A flash of guilt strikes me like a punch to the gut. I bite my lower lip as I look down at her.
“If this is anyone’s fault, it’s mine,” I say. “And I’m going to make it up to you.”
Goddamn right I am.
I’m gonna worship her perfect body. Drag my tongue across her pristine pussy. Slide my cock into her and fuck her until she screams my name and comes so many times she nearly passes out.
And I’m this close. My hand is tingling as I reach out, ready to slide up and under her shirt and knead the tender flesh of her breast.
But that’s when I see it. The hesitance in her eyes.
This girl is not ready for what I have to give her. As much as it pains me, I have to wait. I have to hold back.
“You’ll stay here for now. Anything you want is yours. Consider it my penance for putting you in that horrible position.”
It’s a declaration. Not a question.
Before I lose complete control, I release her hand and turn away. Yes, you’ll stay here for now. But whether or not I let you leave…that’s a question.