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Abel’s heavy breaths beat in my ear as he kept one hand over my mouth and the other playing with my ass, easing his hands to the back of me as he stroked.
“You’re so fucking hot like this. You’re loving it. I know it. You’re clenching my dick like a vise, and it’s heaven. There’s no pussy like yours. It’s mine. I’m taking it right here right now because I can. There’s nobody to tell me I can’t have it. Whose pussy is this?”
Abel didn’t lift his hand from my face, but I opened my eyes and gazed into his. We stared at each other. Too afraid to make a sound, I panted and worried somebody would find us. However, he got the message.
“That’s right, pet. It’s my pussy.” He thrust faster, slamming into me. How come nobody caught onto the sound of his skin smacking against mine? Nobody came and investigated. “Now, pet, come all over my hard dick. Show me how well I take care of what’s mine.”
One thrust. Two thrusts. Three thrusts. I clasped my teeth onto Abel’s shoulder, let go, and came so hard I whimpered, clinging to Abel like a lifeline. I became putty in his arms, and as soon as I finished, Abel came, and I milked his dick for everything it had. It still wasn’t enough though. I wanted more.
Chapter 7
Abel
The week passed, and I didn’t let Chan out of my sight if I could help it. I still had a couple of my frat brothers following her around, but I impressed upon them how important it was for her not to catch them following her. Chan hadn’t said anything, so everything was good, but she was mine and I wouldn’t let anybody touch what was mine.
Chan was in her room with the makeup artist and stylist I had hired to get her ready. Once they showed up, I left. I didn’t worry about her being alone with them in her room.
We had to have dinner with dear old dad, but I dressed a little more than I’d wear for dinner because we had plans afterward. I wanted to wear one of my fancier watches that I stored on my nightstand. The SD card lay where it should be, but it was somehow off. I could’ve sworn the text turned the other way. My memory was on point, and this was out of place.
The room was well in order. I hated clutter, and the place had everything in its designated spot. Nothing else looked messed with, but Blake easily could’ve snuck in here since he had a key to my room. The perk of being the house dad. I wouldn’t put it past the fucker to sneak in here occasionally, but there’d be no reason for him to take an SD card.
There wasn’t much time to investigate right now. I finished getting ready as I debated if Blake had outlasted his usefulness. The fucker wasn’t that smart, and he thought being the house dad would give him an upper hand, getting him closer to Chan, who didn’t stick with the sorority. Her decision to decline the offering after pledging was icing on the cake with what I had planned for Blake, oh it was sweet. The bastard thought he’d gained a cushy job, but I flipped it around, and now Blake turned into the frat’s bitch, and it amused me to watch him act on all the chores and responsibilities I had placed on his shoulders.
Usually, the house dad did have a cushy job. They lived here and made sure nobody died. He’d failed at that within the first couple of nights. If he lost the job, he’d lose the free housing and have to move back into his old room but also lose out on the housing allowance his father gave him. It was the only money he had coming in since he moved in here, or else he’d have no pocket change. The teacher’s assistant job didn’t pay enough for him to live off of.
A sick sort of pleasure consumed me at having the dickwad in the palm of my hand, and every so often, I got to squeeze him a little. One day, though, I’d squash him.
The pleasure I took in his demise had me fantasizing about many ways to destroy him, but I refused to be late. Thoughts of Blake and my suspicion of him stopped for now. I’d have more time to investigate further if needed. I finished getting ready and headed out to pick up Chan.
The mere thought of her name had me remembering our time together last weekend and how I took her by the pool and in the locker room. My cock stirred. I’d had her every day this past week, but only in my room or hers. The memories of fucking her into oblivion where anybody could’ve caught us had me shaking my head. At this rate, I’d have a raging hard-on in no time. However, dressing her to my liking and her submission to my whims was a turn on in its own. I couldn’t wait to see her tonight in what I had planned for her.
Chan had my heart pounding when she opened the door. I instructed the stylists to ensure she looked a certain way, and they didn’t disappoint. Chan’s hair was in an updo with waves framing her face but pulled back. Her makeup accentuated her natural beauty, and I was momentarily lost. I picked out a demure outfit with a baby pink blouse, a pin-striped black and baby pink jacket, and a matching pencil skirt with low pink pumps. She was made to be a politician’s wife, which was sexy. It didn’t help that she flashed her shy smile as she waited for my approval.
The way she sought my approval had my cock twitching. The most potent aphrodisiac.
“You’re stunning, baby.”
The shy smile converted into a happy one, and I loved how my girl craved my praises. It made it even more delicious when she needed to be punished.
“Thank you.” She held her clutch and stepped out, locking the door.
Once we settled in the back of the limo, I landed my hand on her thigh finally. I cursed the pencil skirt that reached her calves because I couldn’t put my hand between her thighs and stroke my thumb against her satin skin, bringing my girl to soak her panties.
Taking long peeks at her as I watched the road, I had to observe her beauty and be content that she’d soon have to change, and I’d have my thigh strokes in shortly.
The restaurant my father picked was new, and I was curious to taste what they offered. They were the new up-and-coming restaurant, and I wanted them to be worthy of the praise they were getting in their reviews.
Again, Chan and I were there before my father as I pulled her seat out and glared at the host who tried to seat my woman. The older man nodded once and waited until I was seated before handing us oversized menus. If Chan weren’t sitting next to me, I wouldn’t have been able to watch her beautiful face as she read it over.
I took a moment to soak in the place’s ambiance; it was upscale, which didn’t surprise me. My father never went anywhere that didn’t cater to his high-end lifestyle. A couple of tables over, a group of sharply dressed businessmen had their eyes on my woman, and I glared at the head honcho of the table. I was ready to bare my teeth at the asshole, but when he flicked his gaze over to me, he startled and diverted his eyes.
That’s right, asshole, I’m the alpha here.
“The menu is so extensive that I don’t know what I want. What are you getting?” Chan bit her bottom lip as she didn’t know what was happening around us. She trusted me to care for her when she was with me, and I wanted to praise her.
Briefly scanning the menu, I spotted a couple of dishes and offered them to her. She agreed and said it sounded good.
Fifteen minutes later, my father finally showed up. I should have been happy he was only that late. I couldn’t tell you how often I’d have to wait an hour or two before he showed. God forbid if I left. If I did, there were severe repercussions in the form of his fists.
