Page 4 of A Secret Baby for Christmas
Does he still see me as the little girl he saved in the rain, the best friend of his daughter, or the woman I’ve become, the consenting adult ripe and ready for him to do with as he pleases?
I lean forward so my hips rock against him and my breasts push out toward him, my nipples hard and aching for his touch. It’s my turn to gasp as the thick length of his cock protrudes into me. I’ve never felt anything to hard and sobig.
My eyes go wide and Mr. Porter chuckles, but it’s pained.
“Feel what you do to me, temptress?”
So he does want me.
A surge of confidence makes me lean forward to put my hands on his shoulders. My breasts slide forward to his eye level, and he groans as his gaze flicks to them.
“We can’t do this.”
But even as he says it, his hand runs up my hip, over the satin fabric of my dress, and cups my breast in his palm.
His eyes are hooded with desire and pain, and I want to win the battle that’s raging inside him. The honorable man fighting against his lust.
I lean further forward until my lips are by his ear.
“You can do whatever you want with me, Mr. Porter.”
He groans and his hips jerk forward, grinding against my panties. Letting me know exactly what he wants to do to me.
“You’re asking for trouble, Chloe,” he warns as his other hand slides up my skirt. His fingers graze my damp panties, and he groans again.
“You’re wet for me.”
“I’ve been wet for you since I touched myself for the first time.” I whisper it into his ear and am rewarded with a groan. The power I have over this powerful man has me dizzy with desire and makes me bold.
His hand slides over the gusset of my wet panties, making me shiver with desire.
“And how old were you when you first touched yourself?”
I can’t tell him the dirty truth, that I’ve been masturbating over him since I was fourteen. I don’t want him to think of me as that young.
“Since I was sixteen,” I lie. “I’ve thought about you every time, Mr. Porter.” My lips nibble on his ear, and he growls. “But I’m a woman now. I need a man’s touch.”
His hand grabs my breast hard like he’s trying to steady himself.
“Has any boy touched you, Chloe?”
“No,” I say truthfully, “I’ve been saving myself for you.”
He growls again, and his cock twitches under me. I wiggle my hips, giving him a taste of what could all be his. But he’s still fighting it, and I want to win the battle.
“I’ve been saving my cherry for you, Mr. Porter.”
He jerks forward and grabs my hips, grinding against me with a new look in his eyes.
“I want you to take it, now,” I add breathlessly.
Any doubts he had are gone. His expression is pure, unadulterated desire.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he says as he tears the slit in my skirt. The fabric rips up to my hip, exposing the garter belt and panties.
“Be my first, Mr. Porter.”
I scramble for his belt, freeing his cock and getting the first glimpse at what I’ve been fantasizing about for so long. It’s large and thick and glistens with sticky precum. My hands clasp him around the base, and he groans as if in agony.
