4. Orson
ORSON
I’ve been staring at Megan for fifteen minutes. Just watching her sleep.
My princess. You’re so beautiful…
The sun is up, but I don’t have the heart to wake her. She looks so peaceful lying there in bed with her hair all messy. Even the goofy way her lips are pouted makes me want her more. She’s stunning without even trying.
Last night was incredible.
I can’t stop thinking about that moment as I pulled her panties aside and pressed my tongue against her pussy. Her perfect pussy that tasted so sweet that it’s taking all my strength not to just pull the covers off her now, spread her legs, and go back down on her.
And the sound she made when she came…it was like cute and sexy wrapped together into one.
I’ll never forget that.
In fact, my new goal in life is to make her come as many times as possible. I’m gonna wear her out. Give her so many orgasms she won’t be able to walk—won’t be able to talk. I’m dying to hear her moan again, but most of all, I’m dying to be inside her.
I held back last night because I could see she was nervous.
Megan is a virgin. She’s unclaimed. And if she needs time to feel comfortable, I’ll give it to her. Even if holding back is close to torture.
I could barely sleep last night as I thought about sliding my cock into her—feeling that tight pussy stretch around my girth. I was so turned that I had to slip off to the bathroom and take care of myself. It wasn’t enough, but it allowed me to get some sleep.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. A text from my mother.
Chuck is waiting for you, dear.
Jesus, I really need to establish some new rules for the house.
Mother has her own house on the estate, and I’ve just been letting her drop by whenever, seeing as how this is technically a family manor.
But if she’s just going to let Chuck in whenever he decides to show up, I’m going to have to put my foot down.
Not to mention Megan’s living here now. Mother can’t just be walking in on us whenever she feels like. My princess needs to be comfortable here—comfortable enough to walk around naked like the work of art she is. This is her home now.
I don’t bother responding to the text. I just head downstairs, but I take my time. I am in no rush to see Chuck. He can wait for me.
I find him and my mother in the morning room sipping mimosas like a couple of old friends. I don’t know how she doesn’t see him for the scumbag he is. Her eyes light up as I walk in.
“Oh, there you are, dear. Your friend Chuck came to see you. He said you had some business to discuss.”
Right. My friend Chuck. “Did he now?”
Chuck turns to face me, a brief moment of guilt on his face, but he quickly pushes it away with a smile. He clears his throat and starts to say something, but I cut him off. “Why don’t we talk in private?”
I don’t wait for a reply. I just turn and walk out of the room, his eager footsteps following me as I make my way to my office.
“Listen, Orson—” he says as he steps inside.
“Shut the door,” I snap. Goddamn, what is he wearing? Some god-awful pair of striped pants that are worse than the ones he had on at the restaurant. Who’s he think he is? Mick Jagger? “What are you doing here, Chuck?”
He clears his throat again and rolls his shoulders back, clearly trying to appear taller than he is.
“I just want to apologize for last night.”
“Apology accepted.” I nod. Not. “You can go now.”
“Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you about a great business opportunity—”
Anger boils up inside me, causing my fingers to tingle. “Get the hell out of here,” I snarl. I shoulder my way past him, spilling his mimosa onto the floor.
“Orson, all I need is the initial investment. We can both make a lot of money!”
I’m about to lose it, but I’ve got a day with my angel planned, and I don’t want to start things off with an altercation. So I lower my voice and get right up in his face.
“Chuck, I’m going to say this once,” I hiss. “So you fully understand. I am not interested in any of your investment opportunities. Got it?”
The poor guy looks like a deer in headlights. He opens his mouth to protest, but when he sees the look on my face, he quickly closes it again.
Some people might feel bad, but they don’t know him like I do. They don’t know how many people he’s scammed, how many women he’s preyed on. Frankly, this guy should thank his lucky stars every day he’s not behind bars.
“Fine, Orson,” he says, licking his teeth. “But don’t blame me when this bites you in the ass.”
I chuckle. “Don’t worry, Chuck. It won’t.”
I narrow my eyes at him, giving him the look—the one that all men understand.
He twists his lips and stands there a moment, trying to act tough, but eventually he turns and walks out of the room.
I follow him to the front door to make sure he gets the hell out of here.
Only once his car is pulling out of the gate do I finally relax.
Now time to go wake up my princess.
My entire body is buzzing. I’ve only been away from her for a few minutes, but I’m dying to see her.
Jesus, what is happening to me? No woman has ever had a hold on me like this.
When I reach the stairs, I see Megan coming down, and every muscle in my body goes tight.
She’s wearing a tiny pair of white pajama shorts and a worn-out vintage T-shirt. It’s a five-dollar outfit, but she looks like a million bucks.
“You really did have my things brought over!” She sounds shocked. She doesn’t yet understand that there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
Her smile cuts right through me, touching that excitement I felt when we first met.
She’s the one. I don’t know how I know it, but I do.
“Put some shoes on,” I tell her. “I’m taking you out.”
She frowns, confused. So adorable.
“Out?” she asks. “It’s not even lunchtime. Where are we going?”
The look on Megan’s face when we pull up in front of Hasburg’s is priceless. She twists in her seat and gawks at me. “No, way. You are not taking me in there.”
Hasburg’s is the most expensive clothing store in the city, selling every famous designer brand, as well as the more exclusive ones.
“I’m not?” I chuckle, teasing her thigh with my fingers. Her skin is so soft, and my cock is already starting to swell as I touch her.
I need to calm down or I’m gonna be so hard I won’t be able to walk…
“Orson, I’m wearing a ten-dollar dress from TJ Maxx! They’re going to throw me out!”
Shaking my head, I lean in and kiss her softly. It’s our first genuine kiss—the kind that a boyfriend gives his girlfriend after they’ve been dating a while. Her eyes light up. It’s electric between us.
“You’re with me. They’ll treat you like the princess you are.”
And they do.
The two girls at the desk greet Megan like she’s the heir to the Rockefeller fortune. She looks back at me like a timid animal, and I quickly step in to take over.
“We’re just going to browse,” I tell the girls. “I’ll let you know if we need anything.”
They both nod and go meander by the windows. I take Megan by the hand and lead her through the store.
Just watching her face as she takes everything in is enough to make me smile. I’m warm inside—truly alive for the first time in years.
Even her ‘ten-dollar dress’ gets my blood pumping. The way her hips move has my cock stiff beneath my pants as I picture her lying beneath me in bed last night.
I can’t believe the effect she’s having on me. Just two days ago, I was absolutely sure I’d never meet a woman in my life that I could truly care about. Now here I am, voluntarily spoiling my princess.
I’m a new man for you, angel…
My heart is open…
Of course, there’s always a risk that she’s playing me. Countless women have pretended to love me over the years, when all they wanted was my money. But I’m good at reading people, and I just don’t see it. She’d have to be a better actress than Meryl Streep to be pulling a fast one on me.
“How about this?” I ask, pointing to a rose-colored dress hanging from a display. Her eyes light up, and she nods ecstatically. But when she reaches down the neckline to look at the tag, her jaw drops.
“Orson, do you see what this costs?”
I wave my hand to one of the girls who greeted us. She comes rushing over.
“The cost doesn’t matter. Pick out what you like, and it’s yours.”
Tentatively, she leans in close and whispers. “Orson…I don’t just want your money.”
Her eyes are so soft, so delicate, and open to me like she’s baring her soul. I run my hands through her hair and picture our life together.
“I know you don’t. And that’s why I’m not afraid to spend it on you.”
After a few minutes of persuasion, I manage to get her to pick out six things that she likes. The clerks find her size and show us to the dressing room. I pull two hundreds from my pocket and hand one to each of them.
“Thank you, we’ll be fine from here.”
They glance at each other then back at us and smile. They get it. And like that, Megan and I are left alone.
We step into the dressing room, and I quickly lock the door behind us. My blood boiling, I slip my arm around her waist and lift the hem of her dress up over her hips. She gasps as I grab her ass with both hands, squeezing tight, feeling the firm flesh.
Perfection.
“You don’t know how hard it is to keep my hands off you.”
Megan’s jaw trembles as she looks up at me.
“Right here, Orson? In the store?” A tiny laugh slips from her lips. “This is crazy!”
“You’re goddamn right it is,” I reply. “And don’t pretend that you don’t like it.”
My desire has reached its peak. I can’t hold back any longer.
I lift her dress up and off. My cock twitches painfully. Christ, she’s wearing nothing underneath.
“You’re perfect, princess,” I growl, running my hands across her flawless body. I lean in and kiss her breasts, taking her nipples between my lips and sucking. A moan tickles my ears, and she wraps her tiny little arms around my neck like she’s holding on for dear life.
My balls swell with cum as I reach between her legs, feeling the hot, soft, sumptuous flesh of her thighs.
She’s wet. Already dripping with arousal.
Unbuckling my pants, I pull out my cock and drag the tip of my hard-on across her bare pussy lips. She gasps, then looks down at it. Her eyes go wide.
“Are they…always that big?”
Smirking, I squeeze her legs together and start thrusting, fucking her thighs and teasing her clit at the same time.
“No, princess. I guess you could say I’m above average. Way above average.”
She lets out another moan. Music to my ears.
Her soft, warm body presses against mine. I kiss down, sucking her tits as I continue to pump my cock against her soaked slit.
“And…that will fit…in me?”
“Yes, angel,” I growl, my voice low. “You’ll lie back, spread your legs for me, relax, and I’ll slide inside. Then you’ll be truly mine.”
Her breath catches in her throat, and her hips buck back against me. We move like we’re dancing, grinding together on the dance floor.
“And then what…?”
She wants to hear more…
I brush my lips against her neck, letting my teeth rake across her ear.
“And then your tight little virgin pussy will stretch around my cock,” I growl. “And I’ll give you every one of my inches as you beg for more.”
Her tiny body trembles beneath me as my swollen crown brushes against her clit. She’s dripping everywhere, and my mouth is watering.
“And then?”
I’m not even inside her and her pussy lips are grabbing my cock like they don’t want to let go.
“Then I’ll fuck you until you come,” I snarl, kissing down her chest. “Over and over and over again, princess.”
Her breasts heave as she sips a deep breath.
“Will it hurt?” she asks softly. “I’ve heard it hurts.”
“It will. But only a little,” I tell her, moving my lips to hers. “All you’ll be able to think about is how good it feels.”
She nods and parts her lips as I press my tongue into her mouth. I kiss her hungrily. Christ, I want to devour her. Touch every single goddamn inch of her body with my tongue. My hips buck faster and faster. I’m not even inside her and it feels so good I’m about to come.
“You’re…so hard,” she whispers.
“And you’re dripping for me, baby,” I growl, squeezing her hot ass with both hands. “Your hungry little pussy is tugging at my cock so good. I’m gonna come soon.”
I thrust harder, parting her folds with each stroke, stimulating her bud as her soak drips down my balls.
Her body just cannot be real.
“I…I’m close too,” she whimpers.
“I know you are, baby.”
She’s trembling against me, her fingers clutching my shoulders as I press her back against the wall of the dressing room. Grabbing her by the jaw, I twist her face to the side so we’re both looking in the mirror, watching our bodies rock against each other.
“Look at that,” I tell her. “How fucking hot is that?”
The most adorable shocked expression comes over her face. She nods eagerly, rocking back harder against me.
I wonder if any other customers have come into the store since we arrived.
Are the girls out front giggling to each other? Guessing what we’re up to in here?
It’s taking every ounce of strength I have not to simply penetrate her now.
But I hold back. My princess deserves an incredible first time.
She needs to be pampered, spoiled, treated with care.
Even if I fuck her hard and fast and pump every inch of my cock into her tiny little hole, I’ll do it at home on a fifty thousand dollar bed with seven thousand dollar sheets in a manor fit for royalty.
I’ll make her mine and spoil her for the rest of her life.
“You’re incredible,” I growl as my climax hits me. My cock flexes between her splayed thighs, fountaining streams of hot, sticky cum all over her flat belly and bare pussy mound.
When she feels it hit her, she clamps a palm over her mouth and goes off with me.
We come together, my hands grasping her ass as she clings to me and moans into my chest. She’s so sweet and innocent but so naughty at the same time.
The things we’ll do together…
“Fuck, angel,” I groan as I start to come down. “You feel so good.”
Her breathing is heavy. Her nipples are hard and her breasts heave as she looks into my eyes.
“So do you.”
I pride myself on being a man who can read people—who knows how to take care of himself. I’ve never once fallen victim to a gold-digger. Never once been scammed by a bad investment opportunity. But I did, on occasion, wonder if I was being too cautious.
Would I ever meet a woman? Ever find someone to settle down with?
But now I know; I wasn’t missing out on anything. I was waiting for the right one.
For her.
My heart belongs to her now, and nothing in the world will stop me from keeping her.