by K. Webster
“Is there a reason you’re sitting in Levi’s chair like you own the damn place?” I demand, straight to the point. I smirk, knowing exactly why she’s in here.
She swallows and lifts her chin. “He’s asked me to stay here until he returns.”
I arch a brow at her. “And if you don’t?”
Her brows crash together. “He won’t be pleased.”
In another life—hell, a few months ago—I’d be into playing some games with Levi and Kristyn. And as much as watching Levi fucking Kristyn gets my dick hard, the idea of sweet Rowan pinned beneath me naked and squirming nearly maddens me with lust.
“You best be a good girl and obey him,” I warn, my voice cold and authoritative.
She shifts in her chair, crossing her legs. “Yes, sir.”
I chuckle as I leave her be. Levi lucked out finding that juicy, compliant little thing. So eager to please.
And while sir has a nice ring to it…I much prefer Daddy.
When I walk into the house through the garage, it’s quiet. Brock and Hayden are gone. The younger boys should be at football. That means I have the house to myself for a while. I shed my jacket and throw it over a chair before bounding up the stairs. Since Brock’s room has a direct view into Rowan’s, I head straight there. As I’d hoped, I find her curtains wide open. The moment she sees me, she smiles and runs over to the window. Both windows are closed, so I can’t hear what she’s saying. Her mouth moves, and I think she says, “I missed you.”
I point at her, then point to the ground in front of me.
She quickly looks over her shoulder, then back at me, a frown marring her pretty face. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out she’s trying to tell me her dad’s home.
Gritting my teeth, I point in front of me again. “Now.”
Her eyes widen at my word she could no doubt read. After a moment of hesitation, she holds up a palm and nods.
I stalk away without another glance. Trotting down the stairs, I ignore all the pictures on the wall—pictures Julia hung once upon a time. They’re of the boys when they were smaller. I haven’t updated them. I’m not sure I’d even know how to open the back and put the pictures in. So, they stay, frozen in time. The cunt left us and it’s her loss. Those kids needed her, and she left. I may be a shitty parent, but at least I’m here. I teach them how to be real men and not think with their hearts.
Hearts are fucking ridiculous.
Real men think with their cocks.
The bigger the cock, the smarter they are.
I’m just stepping into the foyer when the front door opens. Rowan peeks her head in. She’s done her makeup dramatically. It makes me want to scrub it all away. I like it when she looks pure and fresh-faced.
“Next time, no makeup,” I say, my voice cool. “You’re beautiful, but you don’t need that shit on your face. Save it for when you’re an old lady.”
She stalls in the entryway, red splotches blooming on her neck from embarrassment. Jesus, she’s so easy to read.
“Come, angel.”
At the nickname, her shoulders relax and she starts my way. She’s gorgeous tonight in a pair of jean shorts and a black tank top. I love that her legs seem to glimmer under the chandelier. Soon, I’ll have them wrapped around me.
“Kneel,” I say in a soft voice.
She bites on her lip, hesitating only briefly, before she falls to her knees. I reach forward and stroke her hair. “I love how well you listen. It makes me want to reward you.”
“I wore your necklace,” she says with a shy smile. “I didn’t take it off, even when I bathed.”
I smile at her. “Then you do deserve a reward, angel.” I hold my hands out to her. She takes them and allows me to pull her to her feet. I tug her to me and wrap my arms around her slight frame. Her entire body seems to melt against mine.
“You smell good, Eric.”
“You smell better.”
She giggles, and my cock hardens. Fuck, this is the best thing I’ve done in quite some time. Life can get boring when you get whatever the hell you want. She’s something I’ve wanted for so long—since she was fifteen and I saw her doing cartwheels in my front yard. I promised myself right then I’d wait until she was ready for me and make her mine on her eighteenth birthday.
“Take off your clothes and leave them on the floor. They need to know Daddy is busy,” I tell her and kiss the top of her head.
She looks up at me from beneath her dark, heavily painted lashes. “They hate me now.”
“Does it matter what my sons think, or does it matter what I think?”
“You,” she breathes.
“Correct. Now, take your clothes off. I hate asking twice.”
She quickly peels off her tank and tosses it to the floor. Her black bra pushes her full tits together and up. As much as I love the look, I want to see her pink nipples. All it takes is a nod of encouragement and she frees her tits from the bra. My gaze is piercing as I watch her undo her jean shorts. They fall to the floor at her ankles, then her panties get pushed down too.
“Beautiful,” I praise. “How’s my pussy?”
She giggles, and my cock jumps in my slacks. “She’s good. You kind of hurt her yesterday, but I soaked in the tub last night. Everything feels better now.”
“Did you play with yourself?”
Her smile falls, and she shakes her head. “No. Was I supposed to?”
Such a sweet, innocent thing.
“No. Definitely not. You’re not allowed to pleasure yourself. That’s my job. Understood?”
“Of course.”
I hold my hand out to her. “Come with me.”
She grips my hand tightly. I love this kid’s enthusiasm. Since she’s been in my house a thousand times, she walks behind me, knowing exactly where we’re going. My room. We enter my space that’s long been redecorated to erase Julia from my presence. Dark greys and black furniture. It’s my domain and one of the few places I can relax.
The only two women I’ve had in this room are Julia and now Rowan. I’ve fucked women in my pool and the guest rooms, and even my office. But none ever got to come to my room.
Rowan is a very special girl.
“How do you think this is going to go?” I ask as I point at my bed.
She walks over to it and sits on the edge. “Um, it’ll hurt again?”
I chuckle as I tug at the knot of my tie. Her eyes are zeroed in on my movements. She’s nervous, but trying so hard to be brave. Sweet girl.
“Your necklace looks so pretty on you. It makes me want to dress you in lots of jewelry.” I toss the tie and start unbuttoning my shirt. “What would you like next, angel?”
She smiles innocently. “Maybe some earrings?”
“Of course. I’ll find some as pretty as you.”
Her lashes bat at her cheeks. She drinks in the compliments and praise as though it nourishes her sexy little body. Drink up, angel. You’re going to sweat it all out soon.
I shed my shirt and drape it over an armchair, then take off my wife beater. Her hot gaze is on my chest like it was in the pool two days ago. I tug at my belt, and she winces.
“Your ass bruised?”
She nods. “It hurts to sit.”
“You won’t try to suck anyone’s dick but mine now, will you?”
Her head shakes in vehemence. “No.”
Letting my slacks fall to the floor, I kick out of them and my shoes. I pull off my dress socks, because I’m not a fucking grandpa who fucks in socks like her precious daddy probably does. My dick strains in my boxers, and I grab at it.
“I’m going to fuck you gently, angel,” I reveal, my voice soft.
Her eyes, I swear to fucking God, flicker with hearts in them. “Really?”
“First, I’m going to kiss that wet cunt. It’s wet, is it not?”
“It’s very wet,” she breathes.
“Lie back and spread your legs,” I order. “Did you get on the pill today?”
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sp; “I took my first one this afternoon,” she tells me as she lies back. Her cunt is a pretty pink this evening, no longer abused like last night.
“In a month, I’ll be able to come in you all the time.” I prowl over to her and push my boxers down. My erection bounces out heavily. Most women go fucking bananas over my dick because older women love big cocks. I’m unsure how Rowan will take it, though. Her little cunt could barely take my fingers. She’ll grow to love it eventually.
I kneel in front of the bed and inhale her scent. I love the smell of innocence. It makes me so fucking hungry. She whimpers when I grab her thighs and push them farther apart. Her pussy opens up to me like a flower. I want to go straight for her little bud and suck all of her nectar from her.
“Does Jax know you’re here?” I ask before pressing a soft kiss to her clit.
She mewls and shakes her head.
“I need to hear you.”
“No. I went out the back door. My radio is on, so he’ll probably think I’m just taking a bath or something,” she murmurs.
“What will he do when he finds out?”
“He won’t find out,” she assures me.
I run my tongue up her slit in a teasing manner, enjoying the way she whimpers. “Oh, angel, he’ll find out. Us daddies always know what our kids are up to. The question is, what will he do when he finds out?”
“I don’t know.”
Using my thumbs, I pull her outer lips apart and lick her harder than before. Her back arches off the bed. I love how sensitive she is. Her taste is so damn addictive. She whimpers and moans as I lose my mind a bit. I devour her sweet cunt until she cries out, her entire body shuddering. Pulling away, I admire the pretty girl on my bed. About damn time she’s here.
“You taste so good,” I praise. “I love your scent.”
Her cheeks turn bright red. “I smell?”
“You smell like your body needs mine. It’s a scent that speaks to my inner animal.”
“Oh.”
I stand, and my dick bobs in front of me. Her eyes drop to my cock, and she bites her bottom lip.
“Do you want me to suck it?” she asks.
“Not tonight, angel. Tonight is about you.”
“Really?” Her surprise can’t be masked. She’s so fucking cute. So easy to lure into my web of depravity.
“Really. Now, answer my question. What’s going to happen when he finds out?”
“I think he’s going to be mad,” she says with a sigh, her eyes still on my cock.
I stroke it for her. “Of course he will. You’re his little girl. I’m going to be defiling you. He’ll be fucking livid.”
Her brows scrunch together. “I’m scared. What if he…what if I can’t see you anymore?”
At this, I laugh. “I could ruin your daddy in three days. Destroy all of his work. Burn his house to the ground. Take away everything he owns. I make a shit ton more money than he does, angel. He wouldn’t dare.”
“But…” She frowns, and her nose turns pink. “Please don’t do that.”
I walk over to my end table and retrieve a condom. After I rip off the wrapper, I roll it onto my dick, then walk back over to her. “I’ll do whatever needs to be done to get what I want.”
“He’ll be mad, but let me talk to him. I know he trusts me to make good decisions,” she says, her chest heaving. I love watching her tits jiggle. One day soon, they’ll be purple. My teeth marks will ruin her creamy flesh.
“I’m a terrible decision,” I admit with a wolfish grin.
“No,” she says adamantly. “I…like you.”
“I like you too. Now, come here and let me kiss your pretty mouth.”
She brightens and throws herself into my arms. Our naked bodies meld together with my hard cock pressed between us. I love the way her perky tits feel smashed against my firm chest. Her tits are real. Most of the women I’ve been with in the last few years have had fake tits. When they reach a certain age, they like to try to regain their youth. I don’t mind fake tits, but these real tits are divine.
I grab her slender throat and squeeze hard enough to leave a bruise. I’m about to paint her neck with purples and blues so her daddy won’t be able to ignore what I’ve done to her. Just as she starts to wheeze for air, I let up and attack her mouth with mine. The kiss is anything but sweet. It’s a mating of two people about to join for the first time.
But unlike the other women I’ve been with, Rowan is a keeper. I knew it the day I saw her pink panties when she was doing cartwheels. Girls like her don’t come around often. And when you find them, you have to snag them up and keep them.
She’s mine, and Jax Wheeler can’t do a goddamn thing about it.
Chapter Six
Rowan
He dizzies me. His mouth overpowers me easily. Just like every other aspect of Eric Pearson’s life, he dominates in the bedroom as well. I’m freaked out about how Daddy will react when he finds out I’m seeing Eric, but I can’t find it in me to dwell on it. He’ll be pissed, but I’m a grown woman.
“So beautiful,” Eric murmurs against my mouth.
He tastes like me, and it’s so weird, but I like it. His palm is tight around my neck, and the other one caresses my breasts in a reverent way. I love how he makes me feel cared for and adored. His fingertips brush along my necklace and a possessive growl rumbles from him.
“I need inside of you.”
My heart thunders at his words. I nod and allow him to guide me over to the bed. His arm wraps around my back as he lowers us onto the bed. It’s all so romantic. I’m falling too hard and too fast for him. What happens when I go to college in the fall? Will we still see each other?
“Wrap your legs around me,” he orders, his voice deep and demanding.
I obey, letting out a moan when his thick cock rubs against my clit. He’s so much bigger than Brock. I’d been intimidated by Brock, wondering how he’d fit, but I’m almost terrified with Eric. He makes no moves to enter. Simply rubs against me in a slow, sensual way. His mouth sucks and bites on my throat until I’m clawing at his shoulders in need.
“Please…” I don’t know what I’m begging for. I just need more connection.
He reaches between us and grips his dick. With soft whaps, he hits my clit with his dick. It drives me crazy with want. “Words. Tell me what you need.”
“Make love to me,” I breathe.
He chuckles, and it almost sounds dark. Like if you told the devil a joke. Sinister and evil. It turns me on. “Tonight, we make love, angel.” He kisses my mouth. “Tomorrow, I fuck you until you scream.”
I whimper and dig my heels into his ass so I can lift my hips. I’m desperate to have him. He finally gives in and rubs the tip of his cock against my opening. It feels good. Then, he presses into me. Immediately, I stretch to accommodate him, and it hurts.
“Ow,” I whimper.
“I know,” he says softly. He’s barely got the crown of his cock pushed into me and I’m afraid. When I lift my gaze to meet his, seeking assurance, I find his steely eyes burning a hole through me. “You must trust that I always know what’s best for you,” he says, his voice hard. With those words, his hand clamps down over my mouth. My eyes widen, but then he drives into me with a hard thrust that feels as though he’s ripping me in two. The scream lodged in my throat fights for escape.
Pain.
Oh my God.
This hurts so bad!
He pulls almost all the way out, then drives into me slower. Everything burns and stings. Tears slip from the corners of my eyes. Once my body becomes acclimated to his intrusion, he removes his hand and replaces it with his mouth. I sob into his kiss, and he takes away the pain by distracting me with the hottest kiss known to man. I go from wanting to escape to clawing at his hair and pleading for him to go faster.
Our bodies, both slick with sweat, slap together. The sound is erotic, and I want to record it. I love it. His large palm grips my breast, and he pinches my nipple. It’s like he’s everywhe
re all at once. I can’t keep up with all the sensations. He powers into me, and I’m unable to do anything but hold on for the ride.
His hand slides between us, then he’s rubbing against my clit, like I can handle any more stimulation. It’s too much, and my eyes water. I can’t take all the assaults of pleasure.
“Too much,” I cry out.
He ignores me and rubs faster, his hips thundering against me. When I’m about to lose my mind, I explode with another orgasm. It makes me clench around his giant cock, sending more waves of pleasure pulsating through me.
“Oh, Gooood!”
He grunts, thrusts harder, then exhales. His cock swells within me as his thrusting becomes uneven. All energy leaves him at once because he relaxes against me. His mouth peppers kisses all over my face, and I melt under his adoration.
My thoughts drift to Brock.
Brock was attentive, but he wasn’t intense like this. There’d be no way sex with him would have even compared to the sex I just had with his father.
“Time to go home, angel. I don’t want your daddy to worry.”
He kisses me once more before pulling out. It makes me feel empty and used up. But then he flashes me a heated grin full of promise, filling all the holes inside my heart.
“I wish I could stay,” I say with a pout.
He chuckles as he pulls off the condom. Even soft, his cock is intimidating. It drips with his orgasm, and I can’t help but lick my lips.
“Next time he’s away on business, you can stay over. I promise.”
I stare at his toned ass as he saunters into the attached bathroom. I’m still stunned at the fact that I just slept with that man. I’ve lusted after him for years, but he was always a fantasy that would never come to be. He was way out of my league. But here I am, stretched and abused by his cock. It’s incredible.
He returns carrying a wet cloth. In a sweet gesture, he kneels and wipes away my mess. It’s such a tender and sweet move. I fall even harder for him. This is so bad. I’m going to fall in love with this man, I just know it. And for all I know, he just wants to have sex with a young woman. Eric isn’t the type to ever bring the same woman around twice.
