Page 4 of Her Fiance’s Father

But now that he’s gone and broken that sacred trust that runs within families, I couldn’t care less.

Katie is gorgeous. No two ways about it. And even just having my hand on her thigh is enough to get my blood pumping. In fact, my cock is swelling beneath my pants as we drive. I’m already leaking pre-cum as I picture that tight, teenage pussy just waiting for me.

These are not the thoughts a father should be having about his son’s fiancée. But a son shouldn’t be banging his dad’s girlfriend in the bathroom either. I think it’s pretty safe to say all honor and decorum has been squashed now, thanks to Kyle.

I want her.

And why shouldn’t I? She’s a gorgeous girl in the prime of her life with a body built to entice me. My balls are aching, full of cum, and I can’t stop picturing what she’ll look like once I get her out of those clothes.

Her plump tits strain against her T-shirt as she takes deep breaths, no doubt trying to calm herself from the ridiculous event that just occurred back at the house. She looks like a sexy little angel, innocent from the sin of the world, sent to tempt me into taking her. And she’s doing a great fucking job of it.

“Are you taking me to France?” I glance over and see a hint of a smirk on her lips. She’s toying with me. Normally I don’t like that from women. But the tone of her voice sends another rush of blood pumping into my cock.

“France?” I smirk back, tightening my grip on her thigh. Such warm, soft flesh…she’s primed and ready for me. I bet she’s wet too. What I wouldn’t give to get my tongue in her slit right now. I bet her moans are heavenly.

“Yeah, we’ve been driving for a while now.”

My small smirk twists into a smile. “You’ve got sass. I like that.” Katie’s cheeks turn red, and she looks down at the floor. Her lips…so plump and pink. I can’t imagine how they’d look wrapped around my dick.

“No, I’m taking you to my penthouse,” I tell her. “It’s a secret place not even Clarice knows about.”

I’ll take you there and you’ll never leave. That’s what I want to say to her, but I bite my tongue. Can’t go scaring away this angel, especially after what just happened to her.

“Not even your girlfriend, huh?”

There’s an adorable cuteness and vulnerability in Katie’s eyes as she looks at me. It’s like she’s begging me to make sense of the world as it spins around her. My protective instincts swell. Feelings I’ve never felt before. This girl is a treasure, and I intend to protect her with every ounce of strength I have.

“I never really trusted Clarice,” I reply. “She always came off like she was more interested in my money than me, know what I mean?”

Katie slowly nods. “So you’re saying she’s a gold-digger.”

“Well, I wasn’t sure before,” I laugh. “But now? I’m pretty sure, yes.”

I’m also pretty sure this girl is not. She’s far too innocent for that. I remember rolling my eyes at the dinner table, listening to Kyle complain about how his new fiancée was “like a nun” and her “lack of experience.”

That’s all fine with me. Nothing would make me happier than being the first man to slide into that untouched slit. To feel those silky folds spread and stretch around my swollen crown as I bury every one of my inches in her.

“What about Kyle?”

I shrug. “He might know, but he doesn’t have the balls to come here. Kid’s too spoiled.” Katie almost laughs, but something’s pulling at her. And I think I know what. “It’s not your fault, you know?”

She looks at me, adorable eyes filling with confusion. Such expectation. She has no idea what I’m about to say, but she’s desperate to hear it. “That my son cheated on you. That’s not on you.”

“Oh, I know,” she replies, waving a dismissive hand. She’s trying to act like she’s not bothered, but I see right through her. She may not have cared for my son, but no woman wants to be cheated on.

“Seriously, Katie.” I press her, rubbing her thigh soothingly. My cock is hard as a brick now. She’s not wearing a bra, and her nipples are hard, pressing through the fabric of her shirt. I never knew an eighteen-year-old could have such incredible tits. And just inches away from my hand…

I want to grab them, knead them, lift her shirt and expose every inch. I want to drip pre-cum all over them, slide my dick between them, and fuck them until I explode all over her chin and her cute little cheeks.

Something about her untouched innocence makes me want to sully her, tarnish her, defile her. But all in the process of making her mine. No one else’s. Mine.

I pull up out front and hand the keys to Carlton the doorman, who also handles my car. He glances at Katie and then gives me one of those knowing glances that guys give each other to show they approve. Normally, I’d just smile and nod and go about my night, like every other time I’ve brought a girl back over the years. But this time, a spark of jealousy surges within me, filling me with an anger that causes my hands to ball into fists.

Christ, I actually want to hit Carlton right now!

It takes a lot of self-restraint, but I hold back. I take a deep breath, lick my top teeth, and turn back to Katie and take her hand.

“Have a good night, sir,” Carlton says, unaware that him simply looking at Katie almost sent me off the deep end.