6. Orson
ORSON
I stand in the back yard as the sun rises, taking in the luxury of the estate where I was raised.
Most people would see this place for what it is: a spectacle of wealth and privilege.
I recognize that. But at the same time, my entire life has been about living up to my parents’ expectations.
Sifting through women who couldn’t care less about who I actually am.
There were times I hated this place. When I just wanted to just give it all away and move somewhere where nobody knew me. Start fresh and leave my life behind.
But now I see things differently. I see Brooks Manor as an opportunity. A way to provide for Megan, my princess who came into my life out of nowhere and turned it upside down.
Her new studio is just the beginning. And the look on her face when she first saw it was sweeter than any Michelin-starred meal or expensive wine I’ve ever tasted. I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing that look. Doing everything I can to give her the perfect life.
Because that’s what she deserves. That’s what she is.
Perfection.
Even walking upstairs and knowing she’s there, asleep in my bed, has me feeling like a new man. There’s a foundation beneath me now. A reason for living.
She’s awake when I get back to the bedroom, doing her morning stretches in nothing but underwear. I stand at the door for a minute, just staring at her bubble butt, drinking in every one of her sexy curves.
“Are those space panties? Because that ass is out of this world.”
Megan bursts out laughing and falls over giggling. I kneel down beside her, grabbing her perky tits with both hands.
“Did you seriously just say that?” she snorts.
“Well, you called me Daddy last night.” I wink. “So I figured why not go with a dad joke?”
I nuzzle into her neck, breathing deep. Her scent is already familiar. Familiar and inevitable. The two of us were fated to be together. I’m as certain of that as I am of my own name.
Mine…this girl is mine forever.
“You’re trying to tempt me, aren’t you?” I ask, my voice low as I kiss down her neckline. “Doing your morning yoga here in nothing but a pair of panties?”
Her adorable little giggle goes straight through my chest. “Me? I would never do something like that. I’m just so innocent, remember?”
“That innocence is mine now, princess. Remember?”
I kiss down her perfect breasts, taking each nipple between my lips. Hearing her tiny gasps just encourages me. My heart races as I move down her flat stomach, all the way down between her legs.
Her back arches as I press my nose against the thin cotton of her panties—a tiny little piece of damp fabric separating me from her succulent pussy.
“Already wet for me,” I growl, taking hold of her thighs and spreading her legs.
Her only response is a soft moan. She twists her hips and grabs her tits with both hands as I continue to tease her. I don’t pull her panties aside—I just leave them where they are and drag my lips across her thighs, up her hidden mound, and back down again.
Christ, I love watching her reactions.
She’s an actual work of art herself.
I nuzzle deeper, and she reacts. Her legs snap together against my head, and she cries out. “Don’t tease me!” she pleads. “I can’t take it!”
Smiling, I stand and lift her into my arms. “Oh, you can take it, princess,” I growl. “You can take it really well.”
I carry her into the bathroom and into the walk-in shower. Watching her take in the luxury of the house is still so cute. She still hasn’t gotten used to it yet.
Keeping my eyes on her, I reach back and turn the water on. It rains down on us as I press my lips to hers. Our tongues dance hungrily against each other, and I run my hands across her slick body.
My cock is throbbing as I kick my shorts off.
I was so caught up with my desire for Megan that I forgot I had them on.
Hooking my thumbs in her panties, I peel them off and raise them to my nose. I stare at her as I inhale, drenching my lungs in her lush scent.
Her eyes narrow as she looks back at me. No more blushing. No more embarrassment. She’s right here with me, in the moment, wanting me as much as I want her.
“Turn around.” I grab her by the hips and pin her up against the tile wall.
She gasps as I spank her ass nice and hard. So firm. So tight.
My hunger for her is overtaking me. I bend down and press my teeth against her right cheek, giving her just enough of a nibble to get a squeal out of her.
“You’re bad,” she giggles.
Moving in, I tease her pussy with the tip of my hard cock. “You have no idea.”
We both moan as I slide inside.
There it is. That impossibly tight pussy that I claimed last night. So warm and so wet it grips me like a fist. Megan tilts her hips, pressing her ass out, providing me an even deeper angle.
Last night was her first time, and I took it easy on her. But this time, I can’t hold back.
And I don’t.
I fuck her hard and fast, watching her plump, eighteen-year-old tits bounce with each stroke. Her ass slaps back against my legs as I drive every inch I have into her sweet hole.
She mewls as I trace her back with my fingertips, finally finding her waist and clutching it tight.
“You’re so goddamn good, baby,” I grunt into her ear. My balls ache, and I’m already losing myself in the hot bliss of her perfect cunt.
I feel wicked as I pound her. I feel like a king.
Mine…all MINE.
Being inside her is heaven. Each stroke causes a pressure to rise inside of me. Each heartbeat drums stronger. Each breath is heavier.
I’ll never get enough of her.
“I’m already close,” I admit, sucking her earlobe as I whisper my confession. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“You like it?” she asks, biting her lower lip as I pick up the pace.
Her palms are pressed against the shower wall as the water rains down on us. I reach between her legs and find her clit with my middle finger. Her whole body jolts as I apply pressure.
“Like doesn’t even begin to describe it,” I growl. “Come with me, princess.”
She nods eagerly. “Yes, Daddy.”
I’m leaking cum already. I grind hard, rutting inside her. She moans with pleasure, and that’s when I start to circle her button, adjusting the pressure so her mouth falls open and her breath catches.
“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house, princess. Now take my cum.”
She obeys, grinding back against me, taking the pleasure she deserves. She cries out but clasps her lips tight, muffling the sound.
“Be as loud as you want, baby. This is your home now. Our home.”
Megan’s moans echo off the shower walls, and I feel my cock swell inside her.
I’m right on the edge. And from the way her body is tense against mine, so is she.
I press two fingers against her clit and watch as the orgasm hits her.
She’s so gorgeous when she comes. And seeing it sends me over with her.
I sink my cock fully inside her, emptying my balls, filling her with my seed.
If you weren’t pregnant already, princess, you are now.
My chest heaves against her slick back. I’m panting like I’ve just been practicing sprints. We draw deep breaths together, and I remain locked inside her, my cock still hard as steel.
“I never want to pull out, angel. I want to just stay in you forever.”
“Can’t you?” she giggles.
“If only.” I kiss her like a man kisses his wife. Soon there will be a ring on her finger. “Let’s actually shower now. I have somewhere to take you.”
Megan looks back at me, her eyes so sweet. “Orson, you’ve already bought me so many clothes—”
“Not clothes, sweetheart,” I tell her. “Something better. Much better.”
When we pull up in front of the gallery, Megan’s face nearly falls off. She looks over at me like she’s either about to scream or cry.
“Orson! What are we doing here?”
“What do you mean?” I reply, playing it off. “You like art, don’t you?”
She grabs my wrist before I can get out of the car. “Orson, this is Julie Spencer’s gallery. This is the art gallery. Highly exclusive. Every artist knows about this place—”
“And I know the owner.” I smile, caressing her cheek with the back of my hand. “Come on. I’ll give you a tour.”
Her grip on my wrist softens. Grinning, I step out of the car and watch as she smooths her dress and gets out with me.
She’s wearing a gorgeous blue dress, one of the ones I bought her yesterday.
She’s even getting better walking in heels.
Personally, I just like to watch her try.
I don’t care if she’s got it down like a runway model.
It’s all her tiny little quirks and tics that make me love her more.
Plus, if she trips, that just means I get to catch her. And that means touching her more.
I keep my eyes on her as I open the door.
This is it. The moment of truth. And when Megan sees the surprise I’ve arranged for her, she freezes. Her jaw drops, and I have to wrap my arm around her waist to keep her from falling.
“Orson…what have you done?”
Megan’s finished paintings adorn the walls. She stares at them, then rubs her eyes in disbelief.
“Only what you deserve.”
“But, I—”
“There you are!” Julie emerges from her office, both arms raised as she goes to Megan for a big hug. “It is so nice to finally meet you! I always love meeting talented artists.”
Megan clears her throat and glances at me, then back to Julie.
“You…you think I’m talented?”
Julie laughs. “Well, you don’t think I just hang up whatever Orson tells me, do you? I run this gallery. Not him.”
The look on Megan’s face is priceless. Way better than the look she gave me when I revealed her new studio. And I savor every second of it.
“As a matter of fact, I’d love to do a show for you next month,” Julie continues. “Invite all my members, serve drinks. You could come and answer questions, maybe sign autographs. What do you think?”
Megan’s eyes go wide as globes. “Sign autographs…?”
I pull her in for a hug and nod to Julie. “That would be great. E-mail my assistant with the details, and we’ll set it up.”
“Wonderful! For now, I’ll let you two look around.”
Julie goes back to her office, and Megan starts to panic. “Orson, are you kidding me? I can’t do a gallery show! I’ve never even shown my work to anyone but Trish! I’m not ready for something like this.”
Tenderly, I run my hand through her hair. It’s so easy to get lost in her beauty. She’s so goddamn sexy. I want to lock the doors, lift up the hem of her dress, and take her on one of the benches beneath her paintings.
“You are ready,” I assure her. “Didn’t you hear Julie? She wouldn’t host you if she didn’t love your work.”
“Come on, you pulled some strings!”
“I know her,” I admit. “But all I did was ask. If she didn’t like your work, she would have said so.”
Megan swallows hard, then glances back at her work hanging on the walls. I stroke her hair and watch. After a moment, she takes a deep breath and looks back at me.
“You really believe in me, don’t you?” she asks.
I nod firmly, taking her hand in mine. “I have absolutely no doubt.”
Her expression softens. She stares into my eyes, then slowly nods. “Okay. I’ll do it.”