by Madison Faye
“Come for me, baby girl,” I groaned into her, my tongue swirling over her clit as my hands tightened possessively on her hips. “Come for Daddy.”
Lola bucked hard against my face, her whole body tensing and clenching tight as I demanded the orgasm from her. She threw her head back and screamed, hands clinging to the seat and her hips shaking as my tongue teased her right through her climax, until she was gasping for air.
Oh but I was far from through with her.
I stood, my pulse thundering and my muscles rippling as I yanked at my belt. Lola whimpered when I slid my jeans and my briefs down my thighs, and I looked up to see her eyes hooded with lust as they narrowed on my thick cock, throbbing between my legs. Her face flushed, and when I wrapped my hand around my shaft, she gasped quietly.
“Whatever boy you thought you’d just have over to do whatever it is you thought you’d do, I promise you, baby girl,” I purred, ducking down and starting to crawl into the big front seat of the Chevelle after her.
“I can promise you they wouldn’t have this for you.”
She gasped, tongue darting out to lick her lips as her eyes slid up my body to my eyes.
“Xavier—”
I kissed her, slowly at first, letting her taste her candy-sweet pussy on my lips. And when she moaned deeper, and kissed me with a hungry passion, I felt my whole body ignite. I slid into the car, covering her with my body, and relishing in the feel of her soft skin against mine. She moaned eagerly, spreading her legs and wrapping them around my hips. And when I ground into her, letting the underside of my big dick slide up and down her pussy, she started to kiss me harder.
Fuck, I wanted to take her right there. I wanted to nudge my swollen head down, line it up against her tight little opening and just drive in, claiming her as my own. But no. I’d waited this long, and I hadn’t been lying before. When I took her — and I would take her — it would be as the princess she was. When I claimed her body and let her feel a man’s cock in that sweet little untouched cunt for the very first time, it’d be with silk at her back and jewels on her skin.
I’d wait, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want more of her right there.
She whimpered as I rolled and pulled us up, pulling her into my lap as I sat back on the big bench seat. Her legs went astride me, trapping my pulsing cock between my abs and her slippery cunt. My hands gripped her ass tightly, grinding her into me, feeling the steering wheel at her back and the leather seat against mine.
I rocked her into me, sliding that perfect pussy up and down the underside of my thickness and feeling her slick honey trickle down to my heavy balls. I could feel her hard little clit dragging up and down my girth, her lips spread around me as she started to whimper these soft, sexy as fuck little moans.
“Slide that pussy up and down, baby girl,” I growled into her mouth, kissing her hungrily. I kept one hand on her ass, gripping her and guiding her as she rocked against me. The other teased up her back, sliding into her long dark hair and grabbing it in my fist. I tugged, making her gasp in pleasure as I pulled her head back. My lips found the soft skin of her neck, and as she rolled her hips into me, I pumped mine, thrusting against her.
I could feel her arousal dripping down, coating my rock-hard cock with her cream as she started to moan louder, and faster.
“Fuck, Xavier…”
“Just like that, angel,” I moaned into her neck, my hands gripping her tightly as she bucked her hips against me faster and faster. “Make that little pussy come all over Daddy’s cock. Make that pussy come for me so I can feel your sweet cum dripping down my balls.”
Lola cried out, her arms tight around my neck as she started to bounce faster in my lap. Her hot little cunt dragged up and down the underside of me, making my balls tingle and every muscle in my body clench tight. We moved faster and faster, the slick, hot, velvety heaven of her pussy milking and stroking every inch of me, until suddenly, I felt her tense up and then explode in my arms.
“Xavier!”
She hugged me tight as her body rippled with her climax, her thighs clamping tight around my hips. She crushed her lips to mine and screamed her orgasm into my mouth. I groaned, my cock throbbing against her pussy, my balls so full of cum that I felt that I’d explode at any second. I growled, my hands gripping her tight as I pumped my hips against her, pushing closer and closer as I felt the lingering tremors from her orgasm ripple against me.
“Wait,” she moaned, rolling her hips to meet my thrusts, her lips brushing mine as she mewled in pleasure.
“Lola—”
“I want to taste your cum.”
My cock twitched against her as those filthy words tumbled from her sweet mouth.
“Fuck, Lola—”
“Please,” she moaned, panting against me as her lips kissed over my cheek to my ear. “Let me swallow your cum, Daddy.”
I fucking melted. My whole mind went blank as my little vixen slid off my lap, getting on her knees with her tight little ass up in the air next to me on the wide leather seat. Her small fingers curled around my thick shaft, and she lowered her mouth, opening those soft red lips.
When her mouth engulfed me, I thought I’d fucking lose it right there. Soft, wet, warm lips wrapped around me, and when her teasing little tongue started to swirl around my head, I felt my balls pull tight. She moaned deeply, pushing her pouty lips up and down my cock, taking as much as she could. I groaned, my hands sliding to her hair and her ass, gripping her tightly and guiding her up and down as I felt myself start to fucking lose it.
“Lola, baby—”
“Let me taste you,” she moaned around my cock. Her hot little heavenly mouth slid down half my length, and suddenly, my control shattered.
I roared as the cum rocketed from my balls, pumping out of my swollen head and splashing against her tongue. Lola moaned deeply, bobbing her mouth up and down and milking more and more from me as I pumped every drop of my cum right down her throat.
I saw stars. My head spun, my whole body rippled and clenched as she swirled her tongue over the underside of me, coaxing one last drop out before she pulled away. She looked up at me, licking her swollen lips with her hand still wrapped around my cock. She moved closer, her lips brushing my ear as she curled into me.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Chapter 6
Xavier
I had her on the grand piano in one of the living rooms — legs spread wide, that red robe hanging off her elbows, and my fingers deep between her legs. Lola moaned into my lips, her tight little cunt gripping my fingers like a velvet vice as she gasped and clawed at my back.
I could not get enough of her. I’d never get enough of her, actually, and I knew that without a second’s doubt.
I’d partially dressed — I did have a household staff, and while they knew to mostly leave me be, I couldn’t exactly go strolling through the manor from the garage with my naked cock hanging out and my gorgeous little Lola draped in my arms in just a skimpy robe. But once here, with the double doors slid shut, my clothes were shedding as fast as her robe.
I pushed between her legs as her hands pushed at my jeans. There was no more pretending, or exploring here anymore. What’d just happened in the garage said it all. It said that we both understood that what we’d both been holding back couldn’t be resisted anymore. We tore at each other’s clothes, my hands shoving her robe off of her as she slid her little hands into my briefs to curl her fingers around my thickening cock.
The knock on the door had Lola gasping, and me snarling as I whirled.
“Sir?”
Humphries, my chief of household cleared his throat on the other side of the door.
“Yes!” I hissed, furious at the interruption from what deserved every single bit of my attention. My hand stayed between her legs though, stroking her slick pussy as my thumb swirled over her clit.
“Sir, your attorney is here.”
I growled, my jaw clenching.
“Later!”
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p; I started to turn back to her, when Humphries cleared his throat loudly.
“Sir, I believe it’s important.”
I groaned, closing my eyes as I touched my forehead to hers.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, grinning as she cupped my face with her hands and kissed me softly.
“I’m not done with you,” I grunted.
“I certainly hope not.”
I smiled, my heart swelling as I kissed her back. “I’m just getting started with you, actually. And besides…”
She raised a brow. “Yes?”
“Someone hasn’t been properly punished for the other day yet.”
She moaned quietly, kissing me.
“You going to punish me later?” She bit her lip, pulling close as her breath teased across my ear. “Daddy?”
“What,” I growled flatly as I stepped into my office. I’d changed into a button up shirt and clean jeans before heading here, but I wasn’t fucking happy about it. Not when I knew Lola was in her room wearing absolutely nothing.
Winston, my attorney, huffed, his brow furrowing at my entrance.
“Sorry,” I grumbled, waving my hand. “I’ve had a day.”
“You’re about to have a worse one.”
I groaned. “Goddamnit, now what?”
Winston’s face soured, like he had news he didn’t want to give.
“It’s Shana.”
Shana, as in my ex wife. As in the fucking terrorist who’d wanted to blow up a goddamn hospital full of children. Her being a lying cheat kinda paled in comparison to that one.
“Let me guess, she’s having a hard time going on shopping excursions and talking down to people who she thinks are ‘lesser’ than her while in prison?”
Winston chucked, leaning against my desk. “Sadly, that’s not it.”
“Well?”
“You aren’t going to like it.”
“Speak.”
He shrugged. “She’s assembling a legal team.”
I snorted. “Little late for that, isn’t it?”
Winston didn’t answer.
“To do what exactly?”
He cleared his throat. “To sue you.”
“Excuse me?”
“To sue you and have your testimony stricken from the record which would result in her sentencing being stayed. They’d call for a mistrial without your testimony.”
I whistled lowly. “You’re fucking kidding me. On what grounds?”
“That you can’t be forced to testify against a spouse.”
I snorted, my brow furrowing. “I wasn’t forced. I did it pretty fucking willingly if I recall.”
“She’s calling it punitive and a breach of your marriage contract.”
Fuck me.
“Does she have anything to stand on with this?”
Winston shook his head. “A little, maybe. More than zero, which are odds I don’t like. The one thing she’s going to go after is that her dalliance—”
“The word is affair, Winston.”
He smiled. “Well, whatever it is, she’s saying it was mutual. That you had an open arrangement to your marriage and you went back on it when you got jealous.”
I closed my eyes, regulating my breathing as my hands came up to rub my temples.
“You realize this is fucking insane, right?”
“Oh, it is. It’s every legal loophole in the book, but she’s got a good team.” Winston sighed. “What this means is though, you have to stay away from women.”
My eyes darted to his. “Pardon?”
“The Kingdom of Bandiff has retroactive culpability laws, and she’s got a very hungry legal team and an army of private investigators.”
“So?”
“So it’s only been six years since the divorce and the trial. And if they see you in a relationship, she’s going to say its proof of you being out there dating.”
“I’m single.”
Winston shook his head. “She’s going to say it’s character proof that you were also seeing women while you were married.”
“Bullshit,” I hissed, standing and striding towards the bar cart against the wall. I needed a drink, now. “No judge in the world would uphold that!”
“Xavier, you pay me because I’m the best.”
“I do.”
He shrugged, spreading his hands wide. “Well, this is my best advice. Stay the fuck away from women. Any women.”
I swore, pouring a big splash of bourbon into a glass. I raised the bottle his way, but he shook his head no.
“You were on a date the other night, yes?”
I could have debated the word “date” applying to my brief, cold meeting with the Countess Victoria, but I just shrugged.
“Yeah.”
“End it.”
“It already is.”
“Good. Did you sleep with her?”
“Fuck no.”
“Will she back that up?”
“I think she was more than a little pissed that I didn’t,” I muttered.
“Well, good.” Winston pulled out a legal pad and made a note. “Anyone else?”
I froze, quickly taking another swallow of the whiskey.
Oh, only my nineteen year-old ward. You know, the insanely too young for me, wildly inappropriate little cock-tease with the legs that were made to spread around my hips as I slide every inch of my cock deep into her virgin cunt? The one I just made come on my mouth and then again all over my cock before she swallowed my cum? That anyone else, Winston?
“No,” I growled shortly.
“Is there anything else I should know about?”
“No, dammit.”
My attorney chuckled, holding his hands up. “Okay, okay. Well we’re good then. Keep your nose clean. You’ve got that royal wedding tomorrow right? Over in Robling?”
I nodded. “King Milton.”
“And the bride is one of your Lola’s friends, right? Princess Callie?” He arched a questioning brow. Yeah, he wasn’t the first to wonder how the hell a gorgeous, smart young woman like Princess Callie of Arbor was going to be marrying the slovenly, crude, prickish, sixty-something year-old King Milton.
“It’s arranged,” I muttered. “A debt or something.”
“Welcome to the twenty-first century, huh?”
“Exactly,” I snorted.
“Well stay out of trouble there. No women,” he chucked. “Silver fox or not.”
I shook my head. “Winston no one calls me that.”
“Well, dibs then when I go grey, or silver.”
“It’s all yours,” I muttered, finishing the last of my drink.
“Seriously though, any of Shana’s legal team or her private eyes could be there, and you’re in for a world of shit if they find anything to hang you with.”
Winston gathered his things and shook my hand before jabbing a finger at me. “No women, Xavier.”
“I heard you the first time,” I grumbled as I walked him out.
No women. And the only one I wanted in the whole world, the one who’d captivated me utterly and completely, like nothing ever had before, was upstairs sleeping down the hall from me. All I wanted was to go to her, and pick up where we’d been interrupted. But then, as much as I fucking hated it, I knew Winston was right: bullshit laws or not, Shana could fuck me over if she found out about Lola. She could get out of jail if she found out, and I couldn’t allow that, not with knowing what sort of monster she was.
All I wanted was Lola, but getting discovered could destroy so much.
…Forbidden temptation had just gotten a lot more forbidden.
We were supposed to fly out the next day to Robling, where we’d be staying the night in some of the guest quarters at King Milton’s palace before the day of the wedding.
…I started packing right after Winston left, and called my plane to be ready in an hour.
I wanted to go with Lola. Fuck, I wanted to do everything with her. But I knew I couldn’t be near her. She was too fucking tempting, and
the stakes were too fucking high if we got busted. Forget people snubbing their noses at our age difference. I couldn’t give less of a shit about that. But what I did give a shit about was my choices in bringing her into this mixing her up with Shana and her fucking legal team.
I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let the cold monster I’d once been married to taint the pureness of the girl under my roof. I knew I should have at least said something, but then, I couldn’t bring her into it. I couldn’t let any of this poison touch her.
So I packed, instructed Humphries to assist Lola in getting to my other plane the next day and explain my having left earlier, and drove myself to the airfield.
She’d come the next day. I fucking hated myself for it, and for not being able to tell her, but I knew it was the only way. The only way to protect her was to distance myself from her.
My hands gripped the wheel as I roared to the airfield, hating every single mile marker that took me further from her.
Chapter 7
Lola
I was still sulking as the car shuttled me from the airfield in Robling to King Milton’s palace. Even before everything had exploded between Xavier and me, I’d been really looking forward to the flight with him here. It’s funny, because even as stern and gruff as he always seemed, I’d always seen the warmth behind the scowl, especially when I was younger and new to his house and he’d take me places. We’d gone everywhere — hiking in Asia, safari in Africa, scuba diving in the South Pacific. He’d even taken me to Paris to go school shopping for my first days of high school.
I loved traveling with him, and here he’d gone and left without me, without even a word. Well, no, that morning there’d been a note from him on the breakfast plate Humphries had prepared for me. A very brusque, short little note that just said something had come up and that he needed to get to Robling early.