Jacob
Everyone’s in a hurry to abandon Lewis and Melissa’s party with a murderer on the loose.
Penelope and I finish giving our statements to the police and I lead her back to the car. I dwell on the night’s events during the drive home.
The good: the police don’t care about my involvement with Fiona anymore after Wayne and Sasha’s confession.
The bad: Penelope was attempting to sneak away from me.
“I wonder if they’ll catch her?” Penelope asks in the silence.
“We’ll find out soon enough.”
Something in my tone must have upset her. She folds her arms and frowns.
“I get why you’re mad but you gave me no choice. You didn’t take Cedric’s threat seriously. I did.”
“No, you panicked. Just like he wanted.”
“I can’t take the chance he won’t follow through. I would never forgive myself if he hurt my family knowing I could’ve prevented it.” She pauses. “I would never forgive you either.”
I throw a glance at her then frown at the road.
“Most people choose self-preservation. You seem to gravitate to self-sabotage. You know what Cedric will do to you if you go home empty-handed, yet you tried to do it twice.”
“If you’re so concerned about what Cedric will do to me, why don’t you do the one thing that will stop him? Instead, you’re always using his name to manipulate me into staying with you so you can carry on your revenge.” She shakes her head. “You and Cedric are the same!”
“You can’t be serious. I’m the same as the guy who’s draining all your money and terrorizing you? Who wants to prostitute you?”
“Yes! Both of you are using money to hold me hostage! Both of you just want to get in my pants and then throw me away!”
She turns, facing the passenger window, her arms folded tight. I scowl at the road.
Maybe I’m not so comfortable with uncomfortable truths. Not this time. I don’t like that, at the most basic, she’s right that I’m no better than Cedric.
I was worried the money would be a burdensome tether to her. Now I turned it into a short leash to keep her trapped with me. But that other part about fucking her and discarding her is the furthest thing from the truth.
Yes, I want her.
I also want to keep her.
Tense silence persists for the rest of the drive. When I pull into my driveway, Penelope flees the car the moment I turn it off. She makes it to the porch before I do, avoiding my gaze when I finally climb the stairs.
I unlock the door and hold it open for her. She sweeps inside then sheds her outer wear with impatience. She’s wearing more layers than I am. I’ve already taken off my boots and jacket by the time she’s done removing hers.
I grab her arm, stopping her as she attempts to storm down the hall.
“There’s an important difference between me and Cedric. He doesn’t care about you but I do.”
“I thought you resented me.”
She tugs her arm, trying to free it from my grasp. I pull her closer and she strains away from me when I wrap my arm around her.
“Does this feel like resentment?”
I lower my head and press my lips to hers. Penelope twists her face to the side, squirming to escape me.
“It feels like a mistake.”
“This is the best mistake I’ll ever make.” I move my lips against the edge of her jaw and she trembles. “So shut up and let me kiss you.”
I tilt her chin up and kiss her again. When she breaks the kiss, I drag my lips down her neck, licking her skin just above the collar. She gasps and I raise my head to steal another kiss.
Penelope trembles as I slip my tongue into her mouth. Triumph floods my body when she gradually relaxes and returns my kiss, sliding her tongue with mine. I groan into her mouth, my need rapidly growing beyond tasting her lips. Of course it does. She said the same thing yesterday.
A little of her is never enough for me.
This is a mistake. It’s the beginning of the end of my self-restraint and I don’t fucking care. Fuck every valid reason why I’m not supposed to have her.
I’m saying yes.
I slip my hands under her thighs and lift her. Our lips separate and tension fills her body again. She grips my shoulders.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re going to see this through.”
Penelope becomes squirming resistance in my arms as I carry her down the hall. She demands I put her down. My hold on her is firm all the way to my bedroom.
I climb onto my bed and lay her down. Even though her pretty brown eyes gleam with outrage, she’s so fucking beautiful lying under me, her dark and silky hair pooled around her head, her lush lips pinker from our kiss.
She opens her mouth. Before her protest can escape, I stopper it with another kiss. I deepen the kiss and dominate her with it. She whimpers into my mouth and lifts her face to return it despite her hand pushing against my chest.
I settle my lower half between her legs, her soft, warm pussy pressed against my hardening cock through our clothing. Our kiss becomes hungrier as I rut against her. She clings to my shoulders, tilting her hips up to rock in sync with me.
Then she twists her face away from mine, her words a breathy whine when she speaks.
“If ‘see this through’ means sex, then we can’t.”
“Of course we can. There’s nothing physically stopping us.” I press myself to her pussy to stress the point. “The only barrier between us is our clothes.”
Her eyes flash with indignation.
“My moral values say we shouldn’t. Yours seem to be non-existent.”
I press my lips to the spot just below her ear.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to lick and suck those moral values out of you until you’re begging me to fuck you.”
I dip my head and kiss the swell of her breast. She sucks in a breath and pushes against the top of my head. I raise my gaze to hers with a smile.
“One little kiss and those moral values are already gone? You seem eager for me to go lower.”
“I’m eager for you to stop.”
Any other woman and I wouldn’t dare continue. Which is ironic, given our history. A signed consent agreement from her should be mandatory before we even kiss. The total lack of conviction in her shaky voice makes me smile wider.
“Spoken like the dirtiest fucking liar there ever was.”
Despite her protesting whines, I ease my way down her body, lift the hem of her top, and press a kiss to her bare stomach. She lets out a soft moan that wakes my cock. If she’s “eager for me to stop,” why does she lift her hips for more?
I squeeze her waist and kiss her stomach again, right where I made my mark a few nights ago.
I’ll leave it inside her this time.
The thought is wrong as hell.
I’m harder from anticipation to make it real.
Penelope doesn’t protest or tell me to stop when I hook my hand into the waist of her pants and pull them down. She looks like she can’t believe what’s happening and curious about what I’ll do next.
I can’t believe what I’m doing either. Though I know exactly what I’m going to do pretty soon now that her pussy is in my line of sight. She’s wearing a pair of black underwear and it has a small satin bow on the waist. I can’t wait to unwrap my gift.
“Lift your shirt.”
She looks unsure at first then tugs the hem of her shirt up to her sternum. I slide my hands up and down along the outsides of her smooth thighs.
“Over your chest.”
When she obeys with a shy look on her face, the view of her breasts held in her bra makes my lust for her burn hotter.
Penelope’s bare breasts deserve a standing ovation. It’s exciting seeing them in a bra while she’s on her back too. They’re plumper in the bra cups, eager to be free.
I gently squeeze her thigh.
“Pull down your bra, babygirl. Let Daddy see those gorgeous tits.”
I love it when Penelope blushes from the things I say. She has more maturity and understanding about the world than most women her age, yet there’s an innocence about her that a dark part of me enjoys corrupting.
Slowly, she hooks her fingers into her bra cups and tugs them down until they’re slotted under her breasts. I’ve seen Penelope’s bare breasts at least three times now. Each time, the view is more amazing than the last.
Maybe it’s because I’m not supposed to see them and every opportunity feels like stealing treasure.
Penelope’s tits are large and heavy, her flawless golden-tinged flesh tipped with pink nipples. My mouth waters to suck them and my cock can’t get any harder. It’s starting to ache trapped in my pants.
“Jesus fuck. You have the most fantastic tits I’ve ever seen. I want to put my cock between them and fuck them.”
She slaps her palms over them and gives me a stunned look.
“That’s not something you should say out loud. You’re not even supposed to think it!”
I bend over her and lower my voice.
“Don’t worry, they’re safe for now. Tonight, this is the only thing I’m going to fuck.”
I slip my hand between her legs and press it firmly to her pussy over her panties, sliding my fingers back and forth over her clit. Her arched hips and soft moan fills me with satisfaction.
“Jake...”
“Daddy. That’s who I am to you, sweetheart. The man who gives you everything you need.”
The only man who’ll love you more than any other.
The startling thought comes out of nowhere, throwing off my rhythm as I rub between her legs. It’s too complicated for me to process right now. I push it to the back of my mind and refocus my attention on the present.
Her eyes closed, Penelope’s lips are parted on whimpers. She clings to my arms and writhes under my touch. I’m addicted to watching her. When she’s going about the house, when she’s sleeping, when I’m giving her pleasure.
I stick my fingers into my mouth and cover them in my spit, then I push them into her underwear to touch her bare pussy. I groan at her soft, warm lips against my fingers and spread them to rub her plump little bud.
She moans and tilts her hips up to meet my touch. Mesmerized by the sway of her breasts, I lower my head and suck her right nipple into my mouth.
“Mmh...” she moans, cupping the back of my head.