Filthy Secret

Touch her, a voice in the back of my head taunted. Touch her and show her that she’ll never be able to leave.

I spread my legs wider, cracking my neck to the left as I demanded, “Come here, baby girl.” Her chest heaved at my words, her body swaying forward, but she didn’t take a single step. “I won’t bite.” I grinned, beckoning her closer with my fingers. “Come in and close the door.”

She took one last look toward where she’d come from, her indecision clear, but then at the last second, she walked into my office, clicking the door closed behind her.

It was just me and her now.

“Closer.” My cock jerked as she took one step, then another, not stopping until she was directly in front of me. “Sit on my lap.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, her gaze snapping down to my obvious erection. “Apollo.” Her voice was smooth and soft, luring me to her even more.

“Do it, baby girl. Sit on my lap and feel what you do to me when I look at you.”

“I…I can’t. It’s wrong.”

“Wrong?” I lifted my arm, trailing the tip of my finger across her thigh.

“There’s no right and wrong when it comes to me. Learn that really goddam fast.” She shuffled on the spot, goosebumps prickling along her skin from where I was touching her. “I’m not your daddy, baby girl.” Her breaths came faster at my words. “Not unless you want me to be.” I’d never touched anyone more than five years younger than me, but the idea of Olive calling me daddy as I plunged my cock into her nearly had me exploding in my fucking slacks.

I needed her closer, I needed to touch her more than what I was already doing. “Now…” I moved my finger off of her and patted my leg. “Sit on me, baby girl.”

She blinked, glaring into my eyes like she was trying to read my mind. I wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but a second later, she climbed onto my lap, spreading her legs wide so that her knees could come on either side of me.

“I can feel you,” she whispered, her cheeks pinking. “I’ve never felt anyone’s…” she trailed off, her innocence showing, and fuck if that didn’t turn me on even more.

“Cock?” I grabbed her chin with my finger and thumb, pulling her face closer to mine. “You’ve never felt a cock, Olive?” She shook her head, giving me the answer that I wanted to hear. “So your sweet cunt hasn’t been touched either then?” She shook her head again. “What about your lips?

You ever been kissed?” “Yes,” she whispered.

My stomach churned at the thought of someone else touching her, and I knew right then and there that I was done for. I was obsessed with her before I even knew her, and now all I needed was to show her.

I pressed my palm to her chest, feeling her pounding heartbeat, then slowly dragged my hand down her stomach, over her shorts, and between her legs. A quick flick of my wrist was all it took to yank them aside, revealing her wet pussy lips to me.

Licking my lips, I dragged my finger between her folds, making her moan so loud that I was sure she’d wake her mom up. She seemed to have forgotten about that though, and I had no intention of reminding her.

I was a respected member of society, dating the most eligible bachelorettes in town, creating connections in powerful places, yet this 17year-old girl was bringing me to my knees and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“You like that?” I asked, flicking her clit and feeling the bundle of nerves swelling, getting bigger under my fingertips, telling me without her answer that she wanted more.

“It feels so good,” she moaned out, grasping onto my shoulders to keep herself upright.

“Rock your hips, baby girl.” She did as I said, adhering to my demands and causing a smile to lift at my lips. She was responsive, more so than I could have ever imagined.

Her head lulled forward, her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I slammed my lips down onto hers, groaning at the softness of them, then plunging my tongue in her mouth the same way I wanted to thrust my cock inside her.

I had to bide my time though. I had to make her beg me for it. I wasn’t just going to torture her, but myself too.

My fingers dragged down her slit again, stopping at her opening, then moving back to her clit. I did it over and over again as our tongues mingled together, so much so that I wasn’t sure where she began and I ended.

Everything came naturally when I touched her. Everything felt…right.

“More,” she begged, rocking her hips harder. “Please, Apollo, I need more.”All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Whatever you want, baby girl,” I ground out, slowly pushing a finger inside of her. Her groan mixed with a sharp intake of breath at the intrusion, but I didn’t stop. Now that I was inside her, I couldn’t help myself.

She’d opened up the door, and there was nothing either of us could do to slow it down.

I needed her now. I needed her tomorrow. I needed her every day for the rest of my life.

She didn’t know it yet, but I had no intention of letting her go. No intention of letting her mom take her away from me.

Olive was mine the moment she walked in the door, and now this was just confirming it.

I pulled my lips from hers, trailing kisses down her neck as my thumb rubbed back and forth on her clit and my finger opened her up wider for me.

“I want to fuck you so much right now,” I whispered in her ear, adding another finger into her tight cunt. “It’s taking everything in me not to unzip my slacks, pull my cock out, and slide it into your sweet cunt.” I kissed behind her ear, loving the moans I got in response.

Her hips rocked faster, her chest pushing closer to me. I hadn’t even seen her tits yet, but I already knew they’d be as sexy as the rest of her.

“Do it,” she begged, pulling back so she could look into my eyes. “Fuck me, daddy.”

“Careful, baby girl,” I warned, stilling my hand but leaving my fingers inside her. “Your words hold more power than you could ever imagine.”

She pulled her lips up on one side, showing me a different side of her- a side I liked a fucking lot. “You like that then, huh?” She lowered her voice, rocking her hips again, but I didn’t move my fingers. “You want me to call you daddy?”

“Jesus.” My cock was pulsating in my pants, desperate for some relief, so I yanked the zip down with my other hand, pushing my hips up off the sofa and pulling my pants down as far as I could without moving her off my lap. “Touch it,” I demanded. “Wrap your hand around my cock and show me how much you want it inside you.”

She was slow at first-too gentle-so I wrapped my hand over hers, guiding her, showing her exactly how I like it. Once I knew she’d gotten the gist of it, I moved my fingers inside her, eliciting a chorus of moans from her. The faster I moved, the faster she did, and just as I felt her back straightening and her orgasm starting, I pushed her hand off me, yanked my fingers from inside her, and thrust my cock into her as far as I could go.

She screamed, but I covered it with a kiss, swallowing her pain as I thrummed at her clit, pulling more of her orgasm from her. Pain and pleasure went hand in hand. She didn’t know it yet, but it was a beautiful mixture.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her forehead resting against mine as I slowed the kiss and let her cunt get used to the size of me.

“I’m going to move now,” I warned her a second before I grasped her hips and slid her up my cock then back down onto it. Her breaths came in spurts, her pain clear, but I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed every damn second of it. I was the first one inside her, and I’d make damn sure that I’d be the last.

She was young, had her whole life ahead of her, but I was a selfish bastard. I wanted what I wanted, and now that I’d had her, there was no turning back. I had to make sure she stayed when her mom left, I just didn’t know how. Not until I picked my pace up, taking everything from her and loving the way she milked the come from my cock.

I stilled.

That was the answer.

That was the solution to make sure she never left my side.

If I put a baby inside her-my baby-then she’d have no choice but to stay.

So, as she sat on my lap, sated with my come mixing with hers and dripping all over me, I made a promise to myself and to her. She was right, the clock was ticking, time was running out until Jessie decided it was time to move onto the next fool.

If I wasn’t bold in my actions now, I’d lose her. So when she fell asleep in my arms, I carried her up to her room, tucking her into bed then tucking my cock back into my pants. I was determined to find the only thing that stood in my way, but I didn’t have to look far. Sitting on her bedside table was a packet of birth control.

I swiped them away, pocketing them.

Olive was mine and there was nothing or nobody who would stand in the way of me having what was mine.