She is Mine: Steamy Instalove

But why? If she was mine, I’d give her the world. I’d love her better than any other man in the world is capable of. I’d protect her until my dying day and make sure she has everything she could possibly need and more. She’d have a good life with a man like me. No other man could please her the way I can. I’d give her impossible pleasure whenever she demanded it. I’d worship her body and make her come over and over again. I’ll fill her up with babies and give her the family I know she’s dreamed of as much as I have.

So what’s stopping me?

Her father is only a man. He’s just one person. Am I really going to allow him to stop me from being happy? He might be my best friend, but he’s proved how selfish he can be. I look at Taylor and I can see that she’s broken by the way he’s tossed her aside so casually. I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles turn white, trying not to howl out in this anger that consumes me. He doesn’t deserve to dictate her life when all he’s done is let her down.

Now it’s my turn to care for her.

We’re getting close to our destination. If I’m going to act, it has to be soon. I’m running out of time. Taylor sits up straighter in her seat, sucking air in between her teeth. I can tell she’s nervous. She wipes her palms on her dress and smooths them down as we stop at a traffic light.

“I didn’t expect to be this nervous,” she says, glancing up at me. I wonder how much I’m contributing to her nerves.

“You’re going to be perfect,” I say fiercely, reaching over to tuck her hair behind her ear before I can stop myself. I know I’m walking on dangerous ground here, but she makes me feel like anything is possible. Touching her once felt like a distant dream, but now, here she is, right beside me, ripe for the taking. I want her so badly that I have to stop myself from throwing her onto the back seat right now and fucking her hard.

“Do I look okay?” she asks meekly, my finger still rested on her cheek.

“You look beautiful,” I say. Traffic starts moving again and I continue driving, but my hand drops itself down to her thigh. She gasps but makes no attempt to move away. I can hear my blood thumping through my ears. It would be so easy to slide my hand beneath her dress and up her leg to forbidden ground. I want to so badly...but I know that I can’t stand in the way of her going to her interview. This job is important to her. I’m not selfish enough to put myself before her.

But an idea is forming in my head, now. There’s no reason why I can’t wait outside for her. Once the interview is over, she’s free. Free to go with me wherever we want to. Free to explore these feelings that are building up inside me. I smile to myself. Her father might be there to pick her up, but I’ll be there too. And if she wants to get away, then I’ll be her escape. She and I can find someplace to be alone, someplace where we can touch each other freely. Someplace where her father can’t follow…

“We’re here,” I tell her as we pull into a parking bay by an office building. She takes a deep breath but makes no move to get out of the car. Maybe she’s wishing she could stay here as much as I am. She turns to look at me, her cheeks flushed.

“Thank you for everything,” she tells me, but she still makes no effort to move. She giggles softly. “God, I’m so nervous…”

“Do you need something for good luck?” I growl, leaning in closer. She seems to gravitate toward me too, her face hovering close to mine.

“Like what?” she breathes. And then, I can’t handle it for another second. I lean in and kiss her hard.

Our lips collide, but it feels so natural as our mouths explore one another’s. Her tongue dances with mine and my hand cups the back of her neck, keeping her close. I’m fully aware of how public we’re being, of how easily we could be caught, of the ticking clock that’s counting down to her interview, but I don’t ever want her to leave. My cock is pushing up against my pants, completely hard and ready for her tight little pussy. I want her so desperately that a growl forms on my lips and I almost give in to animal instinct…

And then I force myself to pull away.

“Good luck,” I tell her. She looks so shocked that she can’t even form a reply. After a moment, she grabs her bag and gets out of the car, rushing toward the building. I watch her go, my desire overwhelming me as the high she gave me with her kiss continues to swallow me whole.