That makes Jenna smile.
“Cauldrons bubbling? Raw meat being chopped? Surely, they’d have that done before the guests arrive, right?”
“Maybe,” I shrug with a grin while pouring two glasses of lemonade from the fridge. “I’m not a chef myself, so I’m not sure exactly how the kitchen works, but my staff is excellent, and I know I can trust my butler, Mr. Brearley, to handle everything.
Jenna nods as she sips her lemonade. She’s so beautiful, and yet also lost looking as she sits on the stool in her black dress with her drink in hand. She’s tiny in the huge space, her blonde hair gleaming in the low light, and I want nothing more than to protect her. To make her happy. To make her laugh. Hell, I have a sudden vision of Jenna sitting right on this very stool with a big belly, smiling at me as she sips a glass of lemonade. She’d be swollen and gorgeous, and I’d be the man who put the baby inside her.
Are you fucking serious?the voice in my head screams.You’ve gone from taking dirty pictures of this woman to imagining her as the mother of your brood? Hell no! Who the hell even has a child with a woman who does Only Fans?
But I shrug the voice away because I don’t care about shit like that. Other men have alleged “standards,” meaning that they marry a woman with a fancy college degree, a perfect pedigree, and who conducts herself like a princess among “polite society.” But I know what happens in the end. Said dudes get bored of their wives, and they start cheating. It’s as simple as that. They don’t necessarily go to regular strip clubs with hoochies trying to make a buck, but theydojoin exclusive members-only gentlemen’s clubs which feature gorgeous women like Jenna, who are discreet, beautiful, sassy, and sometimes down on their luck. I know because I belong to several of these said gentlemen’s clubs, and I see married men all the time. Some of the dudes don’t even take off their wedding bands on premises, and it doesn’t bother anyone: not management, not the other patrons, nor even the women. No one is there to judge what powerful billionaires do with their time and money; instead, it’s the alpha males who call the shots, and the girls are only too happy to do their bidding.
So yes, who cares if Jenna performs on Only Fans? What matters to me is that she needs someone right now, and I want to be that man. The young woman is clearly fragile from the death of her mother, and who better to care for her than me? In fact, her mother left me as her daughter’s guardian, and perhaps this is a good time to have that conversation.
As a result, I seat myself on a stool next to Jenna, taking my time with the young girl. There’s no need to startle or shock her, andso I don’t begin right away. Instead, we sit in silence for a few moments, letting the quiet pass over us.
“Are you okay?” I finally rumble, shooting her a sideways look. “It’s been a tough time since Sally passed when we were in Hawaii, and I don’t think I’ve had a chance to offer my condolences. I’m sorry, Jenna, about your mother’s death.”
She smiles a little, staring down at her lemonade.
“Yeah, it all happened kind of quick. I genuinely thought Sally was getting better. The heat and sun were good for her bones, and the island was relaxing with the ocean, humid tropical breeze, and delicious food. Little did I know…”
I reach one big hand over to cover her small one before giving it a squeeze.
“It was Sally’s time,” I say in a deep voice, making eye contact with her. “We all go at some point, and Sally had been called. It was good that she passed while happy and comfortable, on vacation with the person she loved most in the world: you.”
Jenna smiles a little sadly, inhaling deeply. I can’t help but notice how her big breasts rise, and my cock twitches in response. But this isn’t the time to get raunchy, and I merely squeeze her hand again as she turns to me.
“Yes, and thank you for everything, Mr. Purdy,” Jenna repeats in a slow voice. “We couldn’t have done it without you, from the funeral planning, to transporting my mom’s body back to the States, to hosting the wake. I owe you.”
At that, I step in immediately.
“No, you don’t, sweetheart. Your mom was a loyal employee of mine for ages. If anything, I owe it to Sally for her many years of hard work.”
Jenna nods again, still looking down as she bites her plush lower lip.
“But still, I appreciate you, Mr. Purdy. You went way beyond what most employers do, and we didn’t have anyone else. I owe you.”
I shake my head.
“No, you don’t, sweetheart?—”
But my words stop in my throat because Jenna’s slipped off the stool sinuously to kneel before me as I watch with astonished eyes. Then, she opens her mouth into a perfect “O” before running her hands up my thighs and gently caressing my package. Of course, I turn rock hard in seconds, the feel of her soft hands electric.
“You can put it in my mouth, Mr. Purdy,” she whispers, looking up at me with those big blue eyes. “I’m ready.”
I’m tempted. I’m more than tempted; I’m as stiff as iron and ready to shoot reams of virile seed into my young ward’s mouth. It glistens so beautifully, her pink lips wet and open, and I already have visions of the young girl nude, sucking on my cock as I strain and buck with pure ecstasy.
But this can’t happen right now because Jenna’s not in the right frame of mind. Don’t get me wrong because the time and place don’t bother me. I’m happy to fuck her anywhere, even with guests outside milling about her mother’s wake. But I want Jenna to know that this isn’t some one-time thing whereshe has to please me because she’s obligated, and then we’re done. Instead, I want the beautiful teen in my bed every night, moaning and creaming as she comes hard on my dick, and I can’t stick my cock in her mouth now and expect her to understand that.
So I help her back onto the stool, making sure her dress is arranged and her hair in place before I begin talking.
“You didn’t have to do that, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Like I said, you don’t owe me.”
Jenna looks down, bright flushes of color on her cheeks as she subtly wipes her mouth with the back of one hand. Even that gesture is impossibly alluring, and my cock jerks hard, letting out a spurt of hot jism in my pants. But again, I’m a man with my eye on the long-term, and I want Jenna to understand what I’m looking for before we begin.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to be embarrassed either. You’re a beautiful woman?—”
“You don’t want me,” Jenna whispers, her eyes hot and bright, shiny with tears as she stares woodenly at the island before us. “You’re not attracted.”
