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As soon as I get closer it’s clear this is her underwear drawer, but what’s even more interesting is what’s right next to her dresser. A hamper, and as I pull the top back I’m greeted with exactly what I was praying would be on top…a worn pair of panties.

I reach my hand into the hamper slowly, seeing my big mitt tremble as it inches closer before I grab the very edge of the fabric like I’m picking up a piece of evidence at a crime scene.

But instead of tucking them in my pocket as a souvenir for later, I do the inexplicable.

I bring them to my face and bury my nose in them, inhaling the scent of her untouched pussy.

I swear it smells like strawberries and I know if I pulled my pants down right now and whipped my cock out, which is exactly what I want to do, my cock would be just as red. All the blood in my body is racing to my pole, but there’s no way I can do the unspeakable in this girl’s room.

Fuck it. Taking a big breath in and pulling my hips back, tightening my glutes, I unzip my pants, carefully not to get my raging erection caught.

As much as I should wait, as much as I want to save this first load for her, covering her womb in my seed, I can’t. I’m about to explode and I need a release before it happens in my pants. How am I going to explain that when I go to leave and one of the photographers that people like senators hire to document events like this snaps a shot of me? I can’t, which is why I have to what I have to do while I have the chance.

I whip my dick out and slide my hand up and down my shaft, preparing to do exactly what needs to be done.

I grab a framed picture of Destiny from her nightstand, and yep…she’s perched atop a white horse yet the photo is dated today. She must have gone riding already for her birthday and had the picture printed out on the spot.

“How about riding this big white stallion instead little girl?” I moan as I bring my hand up and spit into it before taking it back down to my rod, stroking my shaft and I’m already ready to bust.

“I thought you’d never ask,” a tiny voice behind me, barely audible, says.

My body whips around, the evidence of my arousal in my hand as Destiny stands there staring at me.

6

Destiny

“Destiny,” he grunts, my picture and my panties sliding from his hand onto the bed next to the dresser. The sight of this man, the only man I’ve ever wanted, in my room stroking his cock is almost too much to handle.

I still can’t even believe he came, nor how close he seems to be to coming in an entirely different way now. When I walked on that stage and began thanking everyone for coming everything was fine until I locked eyes with him and I went completely blank.

As soon as Freddy yanked the mic from my hand I was off that stage and making my way through the crowd, looking for Dylan. I expected to find him in the kitchen, or maybe the bathroom, but not here, in my sacred space…or at least as close as it gets in the senator’s house.

There are so many things I want to say to him, so many things I need to thank him for. And now that he’s standing smack dab in front of me my mouth locks up, unable to open it again to form a coherent sentence to follow up my first.

My stomach is in knots, butterflies having taken flight long ago. Thoughts of two nights ago race through my head, how if he wouldn’t have arrived I might be behind bars right now, locked away for life. Thanks to him there’s hope for a future, and the only future I see is locked in his arms.

I still remember the silent donation he made to the orphanage where I lived for years. It wasn’t until I was older and privy to helping out with some of the office things that I saw his monthly deposits come through. When I asked the director why he did it she just shrugged her shoulders.

I want to know. Need to know. Is this my Destiny? As corny as it sounds, considering that’s my name, maybe I need to quit fighting it and just let fate take over.

I am his destiny and he’s mine. I felt safe the minute I walked into his store, and even safer when he was there on the floor choking the senator out right in front of me.

“Why didn’t I lock the door?” he mumbles, trying to stuff his dick back in his pants.

“Because secretly you hoped I might come,” I say, feeling an inner self-confidence I didn’t know I was aware of take over, as I take a step toward him. “It’s okay, Dylan. It’s just me. It’s just us. No one’s here to get in our way, now.”

I push the door closed behind me, feeling like this is the beginning of my perfect fantasy, but it’s about to come true.

My eyes rake over his cock just as he manages to wedge it back in his pants, the crown looking angry and covered in a shine, letting me know he’s already ready to blow.

He could get me pregnant with that load and make all my dreams come true. He could be my lover, my protector, my…Daddy.

The word ignites a flame inside me and my nipples harden, my pussy calling out for him.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” he warns.

“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that? It’s my room,” I counter, stopping his argument dead in its tracks.

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