Daddy's Little Angel

3

His POV-

Her jasmine scent, sweet and f*****g intoxicating, were filling my lungs, making my c**k twitch. I pictured pinning her against the seat, whispering filthy things in her ear, watching her struggle as my licks graze her ears and neck. But I didn’t move, I couldn’t. The age gap was a sign forbidden thoughts, but still, my body didn’t give a f**k about reason or morals. She was going to mine sooner or later, that's the only thought that comes to my mind when I look at her.

The car moved around a curve, and her shoulder pressed against mine, her soft curves molding to my side for one second. She gasped, a breathy little sound that shot straight to my c**k. “Sorry,” she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that made me curl my fingers.

“Don’t be,” I growled, low enough that the driver wouldn’t hear, but the edge of my tone made her eyes widen. Our gazes locked, and holy s**t, the heat in her stare could have melted steel. I saw it, the hunger, the curiosity, the innocence in those beautiful eyes. She was practically begging me to make a move. I wanted to make a move on her, but she was too small to take me.

My d**k throbbed, and I forced my eyes back to the road, my mind screaming at me to keep it together.

My mind was filled with dirty reel, I imagined yanking close to her, tearing that little shirt off her, feeling her skin hot and slick under my hands. I wanted to f**k her senseless, to hear her moan my name while I showed her exactly what a man like myself could do. She was young, too young, and the driver was a reminder that it wasn’t a fantasy I could indulge right now.

My eyes lingered on her lips, full and glossy, parted enough to drive me f*****g wild, my mind spiraled into a dark, hungry place, imagining her leaning over, her breath hot against me as I guided her head down, those perfect lips wrapping around my c**k. I wanted to f**k her mouth, to feel her tongue tease and take me, her soft moans vibrating against my d**k as she surrendered to the rhythm I set. The thought made my c**k strain against my pants.

The car stopped in front of my penthouse that was bought by me when I was rearranging everything in my life, but I could never think of settling.

Today she was the first girl who came to my house without the thoughts of f*****g me.

“Let’s go” I looked into her eyes, a rage of emotions that I could read from them. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I knew this, but it wasn't right at this point of time.

Her POV-

I started salivating just by looking at the man whom I wanted to share my every fantasy with. He was walking in front of me, a shield that was made my him to protect me from other man but my eyes were always on him, the way he looked at me, his small moments that can make me beg to f**k me. He was everything I had imagined, the man who would look after me like a child and use me like a w***e.

My hands were sweaty thinking about his house. It was the first time I was going to share a roof with him. The dreams I had imagined were about to be fulfilled.

We went inside the elevator and he punched the code. His strong arms in front of my eyes, and I could only imagine them using it on my skin.

The elevator doors slid open, revealing the penthouse suite, all sleek marble and floor to ceiling windows framing the glittering scene below. I could smell his presence in his house. The woody smell that filled my nose. It was intoxicating.

My heels clicked on the polished floor as I stepped inside, my heart hammering so loud I swore he could hear it. The air felt charged, like the moment before a storm, and his presence behind me was a f*****g magnet, pulling every nerve in my body towards him.

The place was too quiet, too private, just like him, and my mind was screaming with all the dirty things I wanted to do to him.

He set his jacket over a chair, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. He turned to me, his voice low and rough,“Do you need anything? Water? A snack? Something to change into?”

His eyes flickered over me, lingering on the way my dress hugged my t**s, and I felt my n*****s harden under his gaze. f**k, he was trying to be polite, but all I could think aout how his d**k would feel and taste in my mouth, heavy, pulsing and raw as I sucked him off right here on this place.

I shook my head, my voice caught in my throat. “I’m fine,” I managed, but it was a lie. I was anything but fine, my p***y was throbbing, wet just from standing this close to him, imagining him pushing me onto this massive bed in the corner, its untouched white sheets begging to be ruined. I wanted him to f**k me on that bed, to rip this dress off and pound me until I screamed his name, my legs wrapped around his hips as he took me hard and deep. The thought made my thighs clench with heat, and I turned towards the window, pretending to admire the view, but really, I was trying not to throw myself at him.

He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against my back, and I swear I felt his breath on my neck. “You sure?” he asked, his voice a f*****g tease, like he knew exactly what was going on in my head. I shook my head and I could hear his breath near my neck, bringing goosebumps all over my body.

“Okay then, I will show you, your room, Ms Easton,” He said in a teasing voice and I followed him. He opened one of the gates of the room.

“If you need anything Ms Easton, feel free to use it,” I nodded my head, as he turned his head and walked to the next door.