6. Robert
ROBERT
Katie’s lying on her back, her legs spread hungrily. She’s just begging for me to let loose on her. And as I stare down at my cock sliding in and out of her barely legal pussy, I can feel my restraint fading.
You should go easy on her. Break her in slowly.
But that’s getting harder and harder.
She wants it. She told me. She looked at me with those adorable and hungry eyes, parted her thighs, and took me deep in her dripping hole, which is now the home for my cock.
My balls ache as I watch my shaft glisten with her juices.
I thought I’d be able to hold out. Give her more time to prepare for me.
But when she stepped up and kissed me, right in front of my obnoxious son, I lost control.
Now she’s mine.
And why shouldn’t she be? My pompous son doesn’t deserve her.
Their marriage was just a business deal to link our families.
And I was going to let that happen. Now I owe it to her to be her protector, her provider.
The man who spoils her rotten and treats her like a princess.
I’ll worship her body. I’ll give her so many orgasms she’ll forget her name.
I’ll show her that she deserves a grown man, not a spoiled little boy.
Her back arches as I rut deep inside her, bottoming out in the soft walls of her delicious channel. Her big tits rise as she gasps and lets out a moan of pleasure. Such a sexy, innocent little angel. She has no idea the number I’m gonna do on her.
“Your first cock, princess,” I growl. “How’s it feel? You like being stretched by my inches?”
All she can do is nod and let out a soft mewl of confirmation.
Somehow, that excites me even more than if she’d said something. I run my hand up her body, across her flat tummy, and up to her big tits, kneading their soft flesh. So perky. So plump. This body was built to be fucked. Built to be bred.
But by one man only. Me.
Her pussy is dripping. She’s wet and primed and taking it like the good little girl she is.
An aggressive hunger brings my hand to her throat.
I tighten my grip just enough to slightly restrict her airflow but not enough to hurt her.
Not even enough to scare her. She looks up at me with such trusting eyes that something in my heart jumps.
The idea that this angel could have ever been with another man makes me grit my teeth. The anger flows through my hips. I pump her faster, harder, deeper. At this rate, I’m going to break the couch.
But I don’t care. I’ll buy another one. And another one. What’s the point of having money if you don’t use it for the things you care about?
The urge to mark her overtakes me. I lean down, pressing my chest against her plump tits. I let go of her throat and replace my hand with my lips, sucking hard, overtaken by my hunger. I’ve never wanted to mark a woman in my life. But I need the whole world to know that Katie belongs to me.
She lets out a moan and wraps her soft hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down, desperate for more pressure.
Yes, she wants this. Everything I give her, she wants more.
Except my money—that’s the one thing I have to force on her.
My cock pulses inside her. It’s hot and swollen, and I’m this close to coming. I fuck her harder, and her pussy clamps down on my shaft. She’s close too. I’m going to be the first man to make her come. The first and only. No one else will ever touch her.
“Come with me,” I whisper into her ear, lifting my lips from her neck. Yes, there’s a mark there now. A nice red one. Everyone will know what it is. And who made it. “You’re close, aren’t you, angel?”
She nods eagerly, slipping her other hand around my back. “Yes, Daddy.”
I growl, drawing my cock almost all the way out before slamming back inside her. “Yeah, call me Daddy, angel. Tell me to fuck you harder.”
“Fuck me harder, Daddy,” she whimpers, her tits bouncing with each thrust I deliver.
This is where my cock belongs. Stretching her pussy to my fit. Spreading her open and filling her up until she can take no more.
I thrust in hard, burying my shaft up to the hilt. My balls clap against her asshole as her pussy clenches down around my dick. This is it. I can’t take any more. And she’s right there too.
I should be hearing something right now.
That tiny little voice in the back of every guy’s head—the one that tells you to pull out or you might get the girl pregnant.
But it’s not there. In fact, there’s another instinct that’s completely taken me over.
One that’s telling me to fill Katie with my cum.
To breed her. To put a baby in her, make her the mother of my children and keep her by my side for the rest of our lives.
“I’m gonna come in you,” I tell her, my voice low and firm, unmoving like a mountain.
Her lips tremble for a fraction of a second, then she nods. “Yes. Come in me.”
I stare down into her beautiful eyes, searching for a hint of hesitation. But there’s none there.
She’s not afraid. She wants this as badly as I do. She knows this is where she belongs.
With me.
My body tenses, and my cock jerks. I wish I’d licked her juicy little cunt before taking her, but there will be plenty of time for that later.
Her pussy clamps down as I go off inside her.
“Come with me,” I grunt, spraying my seed deep in her juicy hole, filling her to the brim. “Come, angel.”
Her entire gorgeous body snaps taut. Her back arches, her mouth falls open, and she starts to quiver. I feel every single wave of her orgasm as it rolls through her, and tiny moans fall from her lips.
“You’re mine now, Katie,” I grunt, emptying my balls. “No one else’s. I took your cherry, and I filled your pussy with my cum. You belong to me now.”
“Yes.” She nods, finding her voice. “I belong to you, Daddy. Only you.”
“You love it, don’t you? My hot cum filling you up?”
Her pupils dilate, and she nods faster. “I love it.”
Capturing her lips with mine, I press my tongue into her mouth as my cock jerks one last time, emptying the last of my cum into her.
I slump down against her, wrapping my arms around her as we kiss. Christ, I could stay here forever. The heat from her body, her personal scent, the silk touch of her pussy on my cock.
This is where we belong.
I’m not even sure how long we lie there together, but at some point, her breaths grow deep and slow, and I realize she’s fallen asleep. And not long after, so do I.
When I wake up, Katie and I are spooning together on the couch, a small beam of morning light streaming in through the window. We must have shifted during our sleep.
She looks so angelic as the golden light hits her face. I don’t have the heart to wake her.
Instead, I carefully get up, slip on my briefs, and go into the kitchen. I’m not sure what Katie likes for breakfast, but who can turn down bacon? Especially the stuff I buy.
I make bacon, eggs, French toast, and pancakes. I even get the fruit salad out along with fresh-squeezed orange juice. I’m just setting the syrup by the plates when I hear the most adorable yawn and turn to see my angel walking in. She’s rubbing her eyes sleepily, wearing nothing but her T-shirt.
My blood heats up, rushing to my center. Damn, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it through breakfast without fucking her again.
“You cook?” she asks. “Thought you’d have a private chef.”
“I do. But I wanted to make something for you.”
She slides right up beside me and purses her lips, as if to say kiss me.
And I do.
My whole body heats up, not just with lust for her tempting half-naked body but with a sense of satisfaction I’ve never once felt. This girl isn’t after me for my money. She doesn’t want the status of hanging off my arm. I trust her. And it’s important she knows that.
“Dig in.” I smile. “If there’s anything you want that’s not here—”
“Then I must be crazy?”
She laughs, forking a piece of French toast onto her plate and dousing it with syrup. Using her other hand, she grabs the piece of bacon I had my eye on and stuffs it into her mouth.
“Mmmm.” She dips her bacon in the syrup and takes another bite.
“How’d you know I like that?” I ask, dipping my piece like she just did.
“I dunno.” She shrugs. “Maybe we’re just…alike.”
My lips twist into a smile all on their own. “Maybe we are.”
We dig into our own personal feast. I go for eggs, bacon, and pancakes with a side of fruit salad, while Katie goes for basically the same thing but with French toast. We sit side by side instead of facing across the counter. It just feels right.
Everything about her feels right.
“You know, I have to say,” she says slowly, “…there’s something a little weird about this.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
I’m playing dumb. We both know exactly what she means.
“Well, I was engaged to your son,” she says with a soft laugh. “And now…you and I are…together. And it’s all because I walked in on him sleeping with your ex-girlfriend. I mean, she is your ex now, right?”
She giggles as I poke her in the side. “Of course she’s my ex now. And yes, it’s a little non-conventional. But who cares? You like me, don’t you?”
Katie nods eagerly, as if she doesn’t, the world might explode.
“And I like you. To me, that’s all that matters.”
I lean in and kiss her, tasting syrup and raspberries on her lips. Yeah, I could get used to this.
“I’m gonna go deeper into Kyle’s finances today,” I tell her. “And Clarice’s. If he was stealing from me, chances are she was too.”
Katie’s face softens. She looks at me with sympathy.
“What?”
She takes my hand in hers. “I just feel for you. Always having to wonder who’s out for your money and who really cares for you.”
I squeeze her hand back. “Don’t feel too bad. My life’s pretty good.” I tug her stool, pulling her right up close. “And it just got a whole lot better.”
I kiss her again, and my hands automatically move between her thighs. The soft, warm skin has my cock swelling beneath my briefs. She’s too sexy. Too tempting. My fingers move higher. I just can’t help myself.
My left hand balls into a fist when I feel it. She’s not wearing panties.
Of course she isn’t. I took them off her, and I kept them. They smelled too good to let go. And I’m going to keep stealing them from her so that I never have to go without her scent.
“Feel that?” I ask, placing her hand on my cock as it continues to grow. “That’s what you do to me.”
Katie presses her forehead against mine, looking down at my erection. “I…I like that.”
“I’ll bet you do,” I growl, parting her thighs with my hands. “You like how I slid inside you last night and popped your cherry?”
Her cheeks redden, but she continues to nod. “Yes.”
“You know what I want now, angel? I want you to feel my tongue. I want to taste that pussy.”
I kneel down, spreading her legs fully. There it is.
That nice, tight, barely legal pussy. Just waiting for my mouth.
I can still feel it as I think back to last night.
So tight, so silky, so smooth. The way it clamped down on my cock as we came together.
Her pussy lips look rosy and swollen from the hard pounding I gave her. Even her clit is slightly enlarged.
I did that.
My chest swells with pride as I go down on her, pressing my lips to hers, dragging my tongue up her dripping little slit.
Her taste…better than any meal I could ever have.
Katie gasps and grabs ahold of her stool as I move up, parting her folds with my tongue. And when I find her clit, she lets out a gasp that echoes off the walls of the kitchen.
I reach down and tug my cock free of my briefs, wetting my palm with pre-cum. I stroke myself nice and slow, licking circles around her tiny pleasure nub.
Knowing this is the first time any man has done this to her turns me on even more. She grabs me by the hair and pulls me closer. She wants more. And I give it to her.
I slide two fingers inside, finding that extra special bundle of nerves that has her crying my name. I purse my lips around her clit and suck while I stroke her G-spot, her hips bucking as she grinds against my face.
I flatten my tongue, adding more pressure like I know she wants. Her sweet nectar coats my cheeks and drips down my chin as I stroke my cock faster and faster. My angel. My princess. Mine.
Her pussy is still virgin tight. Not even my enormous cock can stretch her out. She’s always going to fit as snug as a glove, primed and silky, dripping and ready. There’s no way I’ll ever be able to get enough of her. I need my own candies that taste like her cunt.
My lips smack against her pussy as I work faster. She’s close, and so am I.
“Fuck, Katie. That pussy is so tight and so tasty. I’m gonna come soon, and so are you. Aren’t, you angel?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I know just how to give you what you need, don’t I?”
“Yes you do. I’m yours, Daddy.”
I press my tongue down hard against her clit and flex my fingers, applying more pressure to her G-spot. She’s soaking wet now, dripping everywhere. Tiny drops of her honey spill down onto my cock, adding to the slickness of my palm.
Her body rocks, and she cries out, “Robert!”
I lap harder and faster as she goes off, swallowing her sweet ambrosia as it drips out of her delicious pussy. Keeping the pressure there, I look up and watch her body rock, her big tits swaying beneath the thin fabric of her T-shirt. Her face twists with ecstasy, and she lets out another moan.
This one sends me over the edge.
I stand up and stroke my cock across her pussy mound, pumping the tip, milking my seed out all over her smooth skin. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, still inside her, and her eyes go wide as she watches my seed spray everywhere.
My load is enormous, like I haven’t come in weeks. But I filled her up last night.
It’s her. She makes me this virile. Like a young buck, with only one purpose…
…to breed.
Panting, she gawks up at me. “So much…”
“It’s your fault.” I smile. “You turn me on. It’s going to be very hard to have you around here, Katie.”
Her face twists, looking offended. She doesn’t understand what I’m getting at. But that’s okay. I don’t blame her. She’s still innocent.
“What? Why?”
Grabbing her by the hair, I pull her in for a deep kiss. A deep, messy kiss, my lips dripping with her pussy juice.
“Because it’s going to be hard not to do that every time you walk into the room.”
Now she gets it.
She smiles, laughs, and kisses me more. I wrap her in my arms and hold her for a long time as we both come down from our peaks.
“I really should get to work now,” I say regretfully.
“You mean looking into Kyle and Clarice?”
I nod. “Yeah. I’ll make them pay. Be sure of that.”
Katie looks up at me, those adorable eyes fixed and stern. “I want to help,” she says. “I never liked Kyle, but I think I deserve some revenge.”
My lips twist into a smile, and I nod.
“I think so too.”