Daddy's Rich Enemy

I get to my feet. “Okay,” I say nervously. The truth is, I don’t want to leave. Preston is okay-looking – he’s certainly no Dane. But it isn’t just his looks. There is something empty and vacuous about him, like he doesn’t care whether I am me or a completely different girl.

Preston takes my hand and leads me out of the bar. I try not to cringe at the meaty, damp feel of his palm against mine.

When we make it outside, Preston yanks his hand back and stuffs it in his pocket. “It’s fucking cold out here,” he says. “I’ll get a cab. You got any cash?”

Just then, I see a swoop of black and in a matter of seconds, Preston is lying on his back with his legs in the air.

“What the fuck, man,” Preston bleats loudly. “This fucking asshole just attacked me!”

To my shock, Dane is standing there, glowering at Preston. “Stay away from her,” he growls. He turns to me. “Come on,” he says. “I’m taking you home.”

My heart surges into my throat as I give Preston one last look, then follow Dane. He leads me in silence to the next light, where Hanson is waiting with Dane’s Town Car. Hanson nods to me as he opens the door.

My heart is racing as I crawl inside. Dane follows and I can feel his eyes boring holes into my soul as he settles down next to me.

“Hanson, take us to my condo,” Dane says in a low growl.

I wrap my arms around myself and shiver. “Are you angry with me?”

Dane doesn’t reply. A frosty silence settles over us and I gnaw my lip until the salty, iron-like taste of blood seeps into my mouth.

When we arrive at Dane’s condo, he puts his hand on the small of my back and guides me upstairs. As soon as we’re in the foyer, he pulls me close and kisses me roughly. His hands paw all over my silk-clad body as he yanks the hem of my dress up to my waist and pushes me against the wall.

Before I can even think about it, my pussy is wet and throbbing for Dane’s hot cock. Dane doesn’t speak as he rips my panties away from my body and shoves a finger in my pussy.

“You belong to me,” Dane growls in my ear. I moan softly as he nudges my chin up and bites my neck. The pain mingles with the pleasure from my throbbing clitoris and soon I’m screaming with arousal and want.

I try to fumble with Dane’s belt but he roughly slaps my hands away and does it himself. His pants drop to the ground and his cock springs free. Dane takes my thighs in his hands and shoves his way between them before wrapping my legs around his waist.

When his cock plunges deep inside, I cry out with pleasure. It feels so good to have him deep inside – I can’t focus as his balls slap against my pussy with every thrust. His pubic bone is rubbing against my clit and soon I’m gasping and coming hard against his muscular body.

Dane isn’t finished, though. He drills me harder, digging his fingers painfully hard into my thighs.

“I’m not through with you yet, baby girl,” Dane grunts. His hand slips to my ass and I gasp as I feel his thumb probing my asshole. It feels so good that I moan softly and relax my secret hole to allow him access. As he fingers my ass, Dane’s thrusts grow more intense. Soon, his cock is buried to the hilt in my stretched pussy.

“Come for me, baby,” Dane orders. “I want to feel you coming hard on my cock!”

I can’t help but obey him. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, a violent orgasm rips through my body and I start to quiver and shake against his muscular frame. My orgasm sets Dane off, and soon he’s spewing cum deep inside my cunt.

Dane lowers me to the ground. I’m panting and shaking as I pull my panties. Dane’s cum is leaking out of my pussy and I can feel the crotch of my panties getting soaked. After being fucked so hard, it sends a shiver through my body.

I swallow hard. My heart is pounding as I turn to face Dane. “Are you angry with me?”

Dane doesn’t reply. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his iPhone X. When he starts to dial, I feel my heart shatter.

“No!” I yelp. “Don’t call Hanson, please, don’t send me away!”

Dane gives me a curious look, but doesn’t take his phone away. I lunge for him, but he darts just out of reach.

“Hello,” Dane says. “This is Dane Andersen at 580 Park. I’d like to order two extra-large pizzas. One with pepperoni, one with sausage and mushroom.” He turns to me and mouths, “Do you like pepperoni?”

Feeling like a prize idiot, I flush hotly and nod.

When Dane hangs up, he gives me an odd look. “Did you really think I’d call for my driver to take you home without discussing toni

ght with you first?”

I bite my lip and shrug. “I...I don’t know,” I say softly. “I really thought you were angry.”