“Oh Jesus.” I throw my head back and bring my hands to the top of her head. I don’t need to thrust, she’s taking more of me than I could have dreamt. I feel her tonsils at the sides of the head of my dick and her throat opens taking even more.
One of her tiny hands grabs the base of my penis and starts to squeeze and pump. Her eyes look upward as I find the strength to look down. Seeing the joy in her face with my dick in her mouth is more than I can take.
I lose it there like a twelve year old opening his first Hustler.
“Fuck, yes.” I groan as my cum fills her mouth and she swallows like my perfect, greedy little princess. “Swallow it all for Daddy, baby. Such a good fucking girl.”
I cum for so long the room starts to spin and my breathing is ragged.
My cock doesn’t lose one bit of hardness as I pull her up and take her in a deep kiss.
After a long kiss, I push her back slightly, her nipples hard and I need inside her now.
In a flash of hands we both know what we need. In a few seconds we’ve managed to strip me as well and I settled sitting on the sofa pulling her down to sit on top of me. My cock already fighting his way to get inside that sweet tight cunt.
“Slide down on Daddy’s cock, angel. Show Daddy how badly you want me. Make me cum again with your tight, wet little pussy.”
She does more than that, my minx leans forward and presses her glorious tits to either side of my face as her body sucks me inside its wet warmth. My girth still feels like it’s tearing at her, but she’s so wet I slide inside in one movement nearly making my heart stop.
It’s not long until we are both moaning and cumming. My seed inside her once again with her rocking and bowing herself into me. It’s so beautiful I freeze the moment in my mind. Savoring her and wishing I could make this moment last forever.
My baby. My princess. My Caramia taking me joyfully, willingly inside her with an orgasm blushing her cheeks and my cum dripping from her cunt. Life can’t get any better than this.
Watching her sleep, the juxtaposition of her huge heart and the world of win-at-all-costs that swirls around her tear at me. How her mother raised such a pure soul, I’ll never know.
My phone buzzes and I know who it is before I look.
Margaret: When does your flight to LA land?
My anger bubbles up. These people live in a world most would cut off body parts to experience, and yet they always want more. More money. More power. More of whatever it is that gives them their next thrill.
But above all, they want to win.
No matter who loses.
Pike: Doesn’t matter to you. I’ll take care of the business, you will get what you need. You just keep our agreement.
My stomach sinks. When you deal with the devil there are no winners.
I listen to the slow, even breathing of the one person that makes this life worth living. Knowing that if I don’t walk this minefield just right, everything we’ve started here will be gone.
Again.
Ripped from me like it’s my own beating heart.
Margaret: Meet with my client. Convince your last few hold-out board members to agree to the terms of the merger as discussed. Willow stays safe. But you will break it off with her, Pike. That is non-negotiable. For God’s sake, if word ever got out about you being involved with my daughter, it will blow this deal for me. Blow any chance for Managing Partner. And for you, too. And that is not going to happen. Don’t force my hand, Pike. If I go down, you go down farther. I’ll not lose one minute of sleep over you two. Leave her alone, Pike, or the world will get a whole different view of who Pike Richards is. A man with a taste for the young woman he called his daughter. A man who took liberties with a young woman before the age of consent. The puritans of America don’t care about the truth, your reputation and your company will go down in flames. Don’t push me.
It’s a lie, of course. I never touched Willow until we met at the club.
/> Margaret knows it as well, but none of that matters. It’s all about perception and Margaret is a master at twisting and packaging information to her liking. Her firm represents two of the largest media conglomerates in the world. If she wants something spun and plastered all over every tawdry news channel and internet media rag in existence, she can do it. And I will not put Willow through that. The thought that her own mother would throw her to the wolves to get what she wants turns my stomach, but I have no doubt that she would. She wouldn’t even hesitate.
I turn my phone face down and slide it across the dresser. I adjust the knot of my tie until it grabs around my neck.
Walking over, I set a kiss on her sex-messy hair.
“See you soon, Princess.” I whisper, stroking the wild tendrils that lay on the pillow.
I’ll die before I allow her to be dragged through the mud in public. As long as Willow is kept out of it, I’ll sacrifice myself a million times over. If I have to convince the last hold outs with less than accurate data, I’ll do what I need to do. Accept the consequences as they fall.