Page 14 of Her Fiance’s Father

He takes a slow, deep breath and places his hands on my waist, sending a thrilling jolt of electricity through me.

“You’re sure, angel? Because if I let myself go right now…I won’t hold back.”

His words light me up inside. Goosebumps spread across my arms. I’m salivating as he looks down at me with dark eyes.

“I don’t want you to.”

And like that, Robert makes his move.

The next thing I know, I’m in his arms being carried across the living room. His lips to mine, I moan as he presses his tongue deep into my mouth. There’s a hunger raging in me. A hunger I’ve never felt. I want to be devoured and devour him at the same time.

As he sets me down on my back on the couch, my legs instinctively press together. He gets the message, and with a single tug pulls my shorts and panties right off.

“We don’t need these anymore.” His words come out as a hungry growl that goes straight to my stomach. Without thinking, I lift my shirt up, showing him everything.

I don’t know where this courage is coming from, but it feels right.

Robert’s eyes widen as he drinks me in, then narrow as he leans down and grabs my breasts with both hands. I gasp as he kisses them, then takes each nipple between his lips, flicking circles with his tongue.

It’s then I realize he still has my panties in his hand, and he’s pressing them to his nose, sniffing them like he’s inhaling some kind of drug.

“You smell delicious, angel,” he growls. “You taste delicious. You are delicious.”

His words cause my legs to fall open, my thighs burning with desire. I may be a virgin, but my pussy knows what’s coming, and I’m dripping down onto the couch cushions below. My clit is pulsing with anticipation. I can barely keep myself steady as I slide my hands down his shirt collar and feel the firm, tense muscles.

“I’m yours,” I say, parting my legs wider. “Do what you want with me.”

“Goddamn.” He sits up, and tears his shirt off with a single motion. Buttons spray everywhere as he throws it aside, revealing the most perfect male physique I’ve ever seen. Better than anything I could have ever imagined.

Muscles on muscles, sculpted lines like he was made by God. Just the right amount of chest hair and skin the color of honey.

The bulge in his pants is impossible to ignore. And when he tugs down his fly, revealing a pair of white boxer briefs, a hint of nervousness starts to tickle in the back of my brain.

Whatever’s hiding under there…it can’t be possible…can it?

“I’ve got something for you, princess,” Robert says, taking a power stance and letting his pants fall to the floor. “Something that will fill you up.”

“Robert…”

He pulls his briefs down, and my jaw drops as his cock springs out, strong and thick, standing out straight from between his thighs. It’s like a flagpole. A spear. The barrel of a canon.

My clit pulses harder, faster. I’m seriously dripping now. Making a mess all over his couch.

I may be a virgin, but I know a big cock when I see one. And Robert’s doesn’t even qualify as big. He’s enormous.

“You want it?” he asks, standing like a king over me. All I can do is nod. “Then tell me.”

I search for my voice, but nothing comes out. Swallowing hard, I try again.

“I want it, Robert.”

His eyes flare. The muscles on the sides of his jaw flex.

“Tell me again, angel,” he commands, leaning down over me, his massive arms flanking my neck. “Tell me you want my cock.”

“I want your cock, Robert—”

I barely get to finish saying his name before he thrusts inside me, his thick cock filling me to the threshold of pain. He’s so big he’s literally stretching me. And I want to take it all. But he’s not giving it to me. He’s only a few inches in.