My Son's Girlfriend

“Not even your ex?” she whispers incredulously. “Never?”

“Sure, maybe,” I say, although I know it’s not true. “But not that I can remember.” She can’t seem to believe it.

“Katie, listen,” I say gently but sternly, finding it odd that I’m consoling this little girl about the lack of intimacy in my previous life. The life before I met her, long before she was even born. “Everything that’s happened in my life made me who I am. And I’m proud of who I am. It takes a lot of hard work and toughness to do what I do. And if I’m hard and tough because I never let anything soften me, then I’m glad of it. I can’t afford any distractions or weakness.” But then I fall silent, just thinking. And I look back up at her with a wry smile.

“But that was before,” I say in a growl. I tighten my grip on her neck, caressing the smooth softness. I squeeze passionately in mock anger. “Before you came into my life and fucked it all up.” This makes her giggle.

“Sorry, not sorry,” she mewls.

“From your perspective, it must seem odd to you that at my age, I’ve never shared this kind of intimacy. Do you come from a loving home, Katie?” This question makes her face soft and serious, as her eyes cloud over with memory.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m an only child and my parents love me very much. They’re very supportive.”

I’m silent for a moment. “Then you’re really lucky, sweetheart. You got to see true love modeled before you, and that’s worth a lot.”

I take her small, soft hands and envelop them in mine, kissing the tips of her fingers. Katie shudders suddenly, and I realize with a jerk that my cock is still deep inside of her. We’re so comfortable together that our bodies are one. But we can’t stay like this forever. Folding my arms around her waist, I slide my rod, hard and gleaming out of her twat. She gasps, throwing her head back. Oh yeah, my baby girl likes it.

Knowing that the load of cum I just shot up into her pussy will make her messy – what goes up, must come down, after all – I hand her tissues from the compartment in the limo door. And I press a button, calling the chauffeur’s attention.

“Jeffrey?”

“Yes, sir,” it comes from the speaker.

“We’re ready,” I say.

“Yes, sir,” he answers. Leaning backwards, I feel the car smoothly pulling away from the curb.

“Where are we going?” asks Katie softly as she adjusts her dress as well as she can. Unfortunately, I ripped it down the middle, and she has to tie the material together to make sure her huge tits stay covered.

“I’m sorry about that. I’ll get you a new one,” I say, grinning while shoving my cock back in my boxers and zipping up.

“It’s okay,” she laughs. “I have lots of clothes.”

I lift an eyebrow at her. “Of course, baby girl, but I want to take you shopping. Plus, there’s something else I’ve been meaning to do since I took your virginity last week.” This makes her big brown eyes go wide with curiosity.

“What is it?” she purrs.

“You’ll see soon enough,” I grin, pulling her closer in the crook of my arm. This curvy little goddess has me enraptured. I want to take care of her. I want to bring her to my penthouse and put her in a bubble bath before carefully drying her with a big towel. I want Katie to have everything she desires, and before, this feeling would have terrified me. But now I’ve come to accept it because there’s a name for this emotion. It’s called love.

Chapter 13

KATIE

I feel like I’m in heaven. I’m actually riding a limousine, lounging in the arms of a man who could have any woman he wants, and he wants me. Nerdy, curvy Katie Jones, who until recently was a virgin who thought there was something wrong with her. There really is a god.

Plus, Jordan Marks wants me to promise myself to him. It’s unbelievable. I still can’t believe he thought it would be hard for me to do. But then again, the billionaire’s proving to have more to him that I thought. At first, he’d been all arrogance and masculinity, which I found irresistible. But little did I know he’d become even more irresistible once he showed me his true self and made himself vulnerable. I’m not sure where this is going, but I feel safe. I undoubtedly trust him.

“Here we go,” he growls, and with my head resting on his chest, I feel his words vibrate through his body before I hear them. Jeffrey has gotten out of the car and opened the door, and Jordan gets out, then holds his hand out for me. I feel like a princess as I take it and exit into the daylight, which is suddenly blinding after the atmospheric dusk inside the limo. I look around at my surroundings and feel my breath stop in my throat: we’re in a very fancy part of New York City. I hadn’t really been paying attention to where we were going; the darkened windows of the limo didn’t really allow for much of a view even if I’d cared to look.