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Jasmine has the grace to flush.
“It’s my mother,” she says in a small voice. “I’m protecting her.”
“Your mother?” I ask, not understanding. “What does your mom have to do with this?”
Jasmine sighs again, her expression faraway for a moment.
“My mother is Lily. You know, the person I’ve been saying is my friend? That’s her. Lily’s been living here for a while now, and she’s the one who invited me here,” Jasmine continues. “It’s a long story. I used to live with my dad, but he was sent to jail and I need to finish high school. So I asked my mom if I could come stay with her, and Lily wouldn’t let me at first, but like I said: I have nowhere else to go. It was my only option.”
I nod. This sounds a little more believable.
“What’s your dad in jail for?”
Jasmine doesn’t hesitate.
“Kiting checks,” she replies in a low voice. “It’s embarrassing.”
I shrug.
“The truth is never embarrassing. You should know that. And you can always tell me the truth, Jasmine,” I say gently. “You don’t need to lie, okay?”
“Okay,” she whispers, still looking down while biting her lip. Damn it, what did such a gorgeous creature do to be put in these circumstances? Sometimes, it seems that life just isn’t fair, and I’m the asshole who came out on top. But I can’t think about that right now. Not yet, anyways, because I want the full truth first. And my sixth sense tells me there’s still something missing.
“You said you’re finishing high school,” I say slowly, my brow furrowing. “Does that mean you’re underage?” I pray that she saysno, but to my horror, she’s nodding her head slowly with an apologetic look in her eye. “How old are you, exactly?” I ask, not wanting to know the answer. But I need to.
“Eighteen,” Jasmine whispers, blushing. “Does that count as underage? But don’t worry, I’ll be out of your house soon. I only planned on staying here until I finish high school.”
Holy shit. What Jasmine doesn’t realize is that eighteen isn’t underage at all. At least, not for what I want to do. But shit:high school. Is she kidding me with this?
“So you’re a senior?”
She nods, swallowing past the lump in her throat.
“Yes. And I graduate in May. I swear, I’ll only be here for a little while longer, Mr. Daniels. Please don’t throw me out because I have nowhere to go. I have no relatives, nor friends I can stay with. Please, please, Mr. Daniels. Please.”
Her begging tugs at my heartstrings, and I’m about to offer a kind reply. But then, I hear her heels taking a couple of clicking steps towards me, and to my surprise, Jasmine’s standing right in front of me, blinking up at me with her big, brown eyes. The sweet girl is brimming with innocence, but then she lays a trembling hand on my chest, causing the breath to stop in my throat.
“What are you doing?” I growl.
“I need to stay,” she whispers. “I have nowhere else to go, and I’m willing to do what it takes, Mr. Daniels.” Shit, this is so wrong because what asshole takes advantage of a vulnerable eighteen year old girl? Clearly, Jasmine’s going to make this difficult for me.
“Stop, Jasmine. It’s not right,” I rasp, gently putting my hand on hers. “You don’t have to do this.” I’d intended to remove her palm from my body, where it’s burning into my skin. I was going to ask her to leave, but I can’t. Instead, I hold her palm there, pressing it to my heart, my jaw clenching with the effort of being a good man.
“But it feels right, Mr. Daniels,” she whispers. “Is it wrong to say that? Don’t you want me, too?” Her lower lip trembles and I’m terrified that she’ll start crying. That I made her sad.
“Of course I do,” I breathe, trying not to focus on the creamy tits revealed by her lingerie, her wide hips, and the generous swell of her ass. “But don’t you see? I can’t do this to you. You’re too young.”
Yet it’s no use. Even as I utter the words, my cock is hardening again from being so close to her. I can feel the length of it extending down the right leg of my boxers and towards my knee as it throbs, growing in girth. Jasmine sees too, and encircles her arms around my bronzed neck.
“Then kiss me,” she whispers, offering up her pouting lips with half-lidded eyes. “Take me,” she adds. Any resolve I had breaks down. I give in, swooping down and locking my lips onto hers as I press her body to mine. She moans into my mouth as I explore her sweet tongue with mine and kisses me back hungrily. She pulls the robe from my shoulders and circles her arms around my neck. Without thinking, I lift her up in my arms so her legs wrap around my waist, and press her to the wall.
Kissing her hard, drinking her in, I fall off the deep end. This woman was made for me and her throaty moans tell me that she feels the same way. I let my fingers delve into the crotch of her thong and find it soaking wet.
“Good girl,” I rasp. Then, before she can answer, I move the fabric nimbly aside, and my fingers slide over the swollen lips of her pussy, slippery with lust for me.
“Oh!” Jasmine cries out, her eyes going wide even as she presses her pelvis into mine in response, rubbing against my cock.
“You like that, don’t you?” I rasp into her ear. She nods and then reaches down and pushes my boxers down at the waist so my angry member is unleashed with a sudden force. It slaps upward onto the wetness of her pussy, coming away slick with her moisture.
