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“Fiancé? I wasn’t aware you were engaged,” he says shifting from one foot to the other. She makes to say something but I grab the back of her neck.
“It’s new. Now you know.” He swallows and lowers his shoulders.
“I will see you in class, Nova.” When he is out of earshot she turns and pokes me in the chest.
“What the hell? Why would you lie to him like that?” she scolds. I know I am supposed to be contrite, but with her hands on her hips, she looks so fucking adorable I find myself smiling at her. “Do not smile at me, you big jerk.” See. Adorable. Pulling her into my chest, I lean in and inhale her sweetness, giving myself a second to calm down from the meeting I just left. She has no idea the power she has over me. Simply looking at her centers me.
“He wanted to fuck you, baby. He was angling for the flower between your legs that has my name all over it. I am a man. I would know.” Her eyes glaze over as my mouth kisses her neck.
“You are crazy. He was just being polite,” she says, leaning into my touch.
“You have no clue how alluringly sexual you are, do you? Your smell alone is like a flower calling the bees. Every time I come up here I watch as these boys stare at you, wishing you would open your legs so they could get a sniff. Hell, your fucking professor is itching to pass or fail you depending on how generous you are with your honey. But they can’t have you, can they, baby?” I whisper in her ear, rubbing my angry cock against her clit.
“N-no.” she whimpers quietly. For a moment I forget where we are and simply get lost in this moment.
“That pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it, baby?”
“Yes. Just you,” she says, pushing herself further into me.
“Good girl. Now, let’s go get your stuff so we can get back to my place and start getting ready.”
“Ok,” she says simply. My heart lurches and beats a hundred different melodies when she looks at me like I hung the moon and stars. Unable to resist, I kiss her once more before kissing her nose and grabbing her hand. This girl has me by the balls.
Walking into her family home in broad daylight is not only risky but is stupid as fuck. The thing is…I don’t give a fuck. The sniper in me that is used to having his target in his crosshairs and taking the shot, is poking the bear. I want to know if there is some recognition in his face when he looks at me. This would be a good way of figuring out just how deep he is in. I can tell she is a bit nervous having me here as well, for a different reason. Her head moves back and forth checking the foyer and listening for signs someone is home. Am I the ultimate dick for wanting him to be here so he can watch me walk his daughter out of his home and protection?
“Go grab your stuff baby,” I tell her, kissing her neck and patting her on the ass. She pinks up before nodding her head and running up the stairs. I make my way toward his office, praying I see him. The disappointment is palpable when I don’t. I am about to turn and walk back toward the door when I hear his voice.
“Who the fuck are you?” trying to school my face before I turn to him, I take a deep breath and try to remind myself this is more than I should have done in the first place, so keep my cool.
“The name is Loe.” I tell him not to give him too much.
“I don’t care what your name is, I want to know what you are doing in my home.”
“Waiting on my woman,” I tell him, spreading my legs. I cross my arms for effect and am pleased when it works. He visibly gulps at the size of frame and a fleeting sneer graces my face. Men like him…you know the kind with small dicks…always pontificate like they are packing until they see the real swinging dick in the room.
“Your woman?” he asks, trying to hide his obvious discomfort.
“Yes. Your daughter, Nova.” He begins to stutter, clearly stunned by my boldness and the notion that he is clueless. His ass should be more present instead of jetting off to commit treason.
“Nova is not…”
“Oh Hi Daddy,” she says quietly as she walks down the stairs with a bag in her hand. “I thought you were gone.”
“That’s clear. What is the meaning of this?” he gestures toward me and her bag.
“This is my…” she stops, once again trying to find the words and it still pisses me off. We are going to have to address this, but until then.
