4. Robert
ROBERT
Katie stands behind me as I sit at my desk, scouring through my son’s recent financial activity. Normally, this isn’t something I would do. I’ve always let Kyle run his own life. But in light of recent events, I think a little parental investigation is more than warranted.
However, I can barely focus on the screen.
I’ve had women dressed to the nines, trying to seduce me in every big city in Europe.
Not one of them made me forget my own name.
But Katie’s still wearing those shorts girls wear when they’re relaxing in their rooms and aren’t worried about looking stylish, and I’m losing all control.
There’s just something about them and how easy they look to pull off…
…and right now, that’s all that’s going through my mind. Hooking my thumbs in their waistline, sliding them down over those lush, curvy, teenage thighs. What kind of panties is she wearing under there, I wonder. Is her cute little pussy bare? Or does she have just a tiny patch of hair…?
All these questions are tearing at my ability to focus.
And then there’s that vintage T-shirt she’s wearing…so easy to slide my hands up and under and get ahold of those plump little tits. Jesus, what a body. Even in that outfit, I can see she deserves to be worshipped.
“Anything suspicious?” she asks. Her cute little voice hammers me out of my daydream. I blink several times and try not to react as I scroll through Kyle’s bank statements.
“Actually, yes.” I point to the screen. There are several outliers, massive charges that should not be there. “See these? Plane tickets. Hotel bookings. And this—this might even be a down payment.”
“A down payment? Like on a house?”
I try not to smile. Her innocence is adorable and has my cock pulsing against my fly. “Yeah, like on a house.”
Katie lets out a tiny gasp. “So they were actually going to run away together?”
Frowning, I close the page. “I dunno about run away. Maybe just invest in a little getaway place where they could have a little…fun.”
“Ew,” Katie says softly. I smile again as I stand. I have to look down at her. She barely even reaches my chest. She’s adorable and irresistibly sexy at the same time. But as I look at her, standing there in her shorts and T-shirt, I realize something.
“You don’t have any of your things.”
The look on Katie’s face tells me she just realized it too.
“Oh God. You’re right! What am I gonna do?” She runs a palm across her forehead. “I do not want to go back to that house with Kyle there—”
“You don’t have to,” I assure her, going back to the laptop. I slide an arm around her waist and set her on my lap like the good little girl she is. Christ, I’m so hard it hurts. I bet she can feel my cock pressing into her plump ass. “I’ll order you anything you need.”
Her voice catches in her throat as she looks at me, her eyes wide and vulnerable. “W–what do you mean?”
A possessive urge comes over me. I’ve been rich my whole life. Provided for people. But Katie is the first one I actually want to spend money on.
“Do you know what I’m worth, angel? You pick out anything you want, and we’ll have it here tomorrow morning.”
Katie’s pupils dilate. Angel. I just called her angel, and it felt totally natural.
Because that’s what she is. Just having her against me like this has my balls aching and my fingers tingling, ready to explore every inch of her curves.
Gritting my teeth, I pull up the Bergdorf Goodman website, one of the most expensive department stores in the entire country.
Katie’s body goes rigid when she sees it.
“Robert, no—”
“Yes,” I reply, placing her hand on the trackpad. “You need some things.”
“I can’t. It’s too expensive.”
“I can afford it.” I guide her finger to the menu and select dresses. She gasps at the selection—and their prices. “Do it for me.”
She pivots, staring at me in confusion. “For you?”
I nod. “That’s right. I want to see you in all of these, angel.”
Katie’s perfect lips part, and her jaw drops. I see her tongue behind her white teeth and feel my will breaking. The urge to kiss her is just too great. My shaft is so swollen too. Just sitting like this is uncomfortable. I need to do something to relieve the tension.
“I–I couldn’t—”
“Angel,” I say, my voice low. “I wasn’t asking for permission.”
Pulling her closer, I guide her hand across the page, whispering into her ear, getting her to point out the dresses she likes. And of course, I point out the ones I like too.
Then we move on to jackets, sweaters, bottoms, tops, and finally, the best yet. Lingerie.
Her cheeks go red as I take over the trackpad, selecting the sets I’m dying to see her in. Christ, if I’m this hot for her now, how will I handle her when she’s wearing lace and a garter belt?
“Oh, and we can’t forget heels,” I say. “What’s your shoe size?”
“I’m a seven.”
You may wear a seven, but you’re a ten.
I pick out a closetful for her and go to the checkout screen. She gasps again when she sees the total.
“Robert, are you sure? You could buy a car for that—"
“This is the easiest purchase of my life,” I reply as I click the confirmation button.
Katie hesitates for a moment, then looks down and away, almost like one of us has just done something wrong. I can’t stand seeing her even remotely upset, so I brush her hair back and lift her chin, bringing her eyes to mine.
“What’s wrong?”
She draws a deep breath. I can practically see her mind working, processing what to say next.
“It’s just…I was just wondering if it was really my fault that Kyle cheated on me, and now you’re here spending all this money on me—”
“Don’t be silly,” I interrupt. “Katie, if I was with you…I’d never even look at another woman.”
Her eyes widen more. Just when I thought she could not get more beautiful.
I’m this close to admitting it. My feelings for her. How badly I want her.
“Robert—”
And then my hunger takes over. I can’t hold back anymore.
Without hesitating, I lean in and capture her lips with mine. The sensation floods through me like a blazing hot wave. She moans into my mouth as I slide my hand greedily up her shirt. I knead the flesh of her left breast.
Fuck, it’s even plumper than I anticipated.
Her tongue tastes delicious—like ripe raspberries. And she mewls like a kitten as I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. It’s already hard from excitement. Not as hard as my cock, though.
My other hand slides up her shirt and takes hold of her right breast. Goddamn.
Flawless. I’m practically coming in my pants just holding them.
Shifting my weight, I grind my hard cock into her ass.
Another tiny moan drips from her mouth into mine.
If she didn’t feel it before, she sure as hell feels it now.
Her chest rises and falls as we kiss. As my hips rock against hers. We move like we’re grinding together on the dance floor, her big tits straining against my fingers, her hard nipples begging to break free.
If she isn’t the epitome of male desire, I don’t know who is.
I need to claim her, breed her, keep her, protect her forever. I’m already cursing myself for ever agreeing to the arranged marriage between her and my son. What in God’s name was I thinking? No matter. I’ll just have to spend the rest of my life making things right.
I feel something against my cock. Wet fabric. She’s primed and ready to go. Ready to take me in that tight, teenage pussy. I tighten one hand on her breast and slide the other up to her throat, gripping her with just the slightest amount of force.
My lust is turning aggressive. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold out. Christ, I feel like a damn high school kid, sneaking off for a hookup session in the back of his parents’ car.
My hand moves on its own, down her flat belly to the hem of her shorts, just like I imagined.
I tug it down, taking the cotton of her tiny panties with it.
The skin of her pussy mound is bare, soft, and a shade of pink that must have been created for me.
I’m salivating as I look down at her tiny slit, teasing me with its perfection.
But just as I reach down with my middle finger, Katie stops me. She grips my wrist with her hand, a look of something like panic crossing her face.
“Robert,” she says, her voice strained. “I–I’ve never done this before.”
My eyes narrow. “I know. You never did anything with Kyle, and that’s why he’s mad—”
“No.” She shakes her head, the red on her cheeks deepening. “I mean, I’ve never done this before. Ever.”
I grind my molars as I examine her face. “You mean…with anybody?”
It takes her a minute, but she slowly nods. Clearly embarrassed, she tries to look away. But I don’t let her. I take her by the chin and keep her eyes on mine.
Everything seems to sparkle as I stare at her beauty. “You just keep getting better and better.”
Katie gasps, shocked. “What? You mean…you like that?”
I nod hungrily, more ravenous than ever. “You’re goddamn right I do.”
“I thought men liked…experience?”
Her eyes are so adorable. I’m going to need to take up photography so I can document these expressions.
Leaning closer, I lower my voice so it’s almost a whisper. “Katie.” I brush my middle finger over her bare lips, teasing her pussy, causing her to gasp and clutch my shoulders. “I get to be the man to claim you. To make you mine. You know what that makes me?”
“W–what?”
“The luckiest man on Earth.”
The corners of her lips twist into an abashed smile, but her eyes flare with excitement.
She may be nervous, but she likes what I’m saying.
I move lower, spreading her open, wetting my fingertip with her pussy juice. This is it. I’m the first man to touch her here.
And the last.
Her tits rise as she draws a deep breath, and without hesitation, I lift my finger to my mouth and suck it clean.
“Oh…” she whispers.
“You taste like heaven, angel.” I return my finger to her soaked hole and press inside, causing her back to arch. “And you’re tighter than I ever could have imagined.”
My mouth finds hers again, and I kiss her deeply, slowly introducing her to the feelings I’m going to give her.
I lift her tee up over her tits so I can get my free hand all over them.
Who knew an eighteen-year-old could have such big, perfect tits?
But all the evidence I need is in my hand.
I squeeze one nipple harder than before, drawing a tiny little squeak from her throat.
Her thighs spread, and she grinds down against me.
Yeah, you want more, don’t you?
The soft, silky walls of her teenage cunt have my restraint fizzling out, and quickly.
My cock is screaming to be inside her. Thrusting my tongue deeper into her mouth, I lift her up onto my desk and tug her shorts off, taking her panties with them.
I throw them aside and reach for my belt buckle.
But just then, I feel the tiniest reaction in Katie’s body. She goes tense, and I pull back.
She’s looking at me like she wants to say something but doesn’t know how. Or even what.
I’m a smart guy. It doesn’t take me more than a couple of seconds to figure it out.
“We don’t have to right now,” I tell her. “We can wait.”
“I—are you sure?” She’s still hesitant. Her brain is still working.
Nodding, I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. “This isn’t just revenge sex for me, Katie. I don’t want you just to get back at my son.”
Her expression solidifies, and she slowly nods. “You’re sure?”
Smiling, I lean in and kiss her. “I’m sure, angel. We can wait until you’re ready.”
Like we’ve been together for years, she collapses against my chest and wraps her arms around me. I take her into mine and kiss the top of her head, inhaling deeply, drenching my lungs in her sweet scent.
“Just not too long,” I tease, whispering into her ear. “I don’t know how long I can hold out.”