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ONE
FOCUS. Focus. Focus. I tell myself as I help Rose study. You’re doing well, Preston. Keep it going. I held strong during the car ride here, even though I wanted to reach out and take Rose’s hand. We simply spoke about the stable of woman her father brought home over the years. That was fine, great.
I held strong as we stepped into the house, wafting in the smell of her shampoo as I strolled behind her, letting the moment sink in. Though, I wished she was wearing that blue, gorgeous maxi dress she had on last Friday, but her smile still lit up the entire room anyway.
I even held strong as Rose toured the place. I was happy to show her my home. It hasn’t changed much over the years and as we walk from place to place, her eyes light up at the difference between my house and her own. She’s wonderful to watch. So carefree.
Too carefree as I watched her step into my bedroom with the lights out, although I hadn’t done much to stop her from doing so. I hadn’t done anything but stare as she moved around, grateful that I had made the bed and removed the filthy sheets that were soiled as I dreamed of the woman in front of me. She stood in the middle of my secret, evil lair.
I regretted how much I wanted to remove that sweater from her body. I wanted to take her and make her mine, only mine. And I didn’t want to be gentle with her. But I know I have to control myself at all costs. She’s David’s daughter. My best friend’s daughter, and I could never forget that.
Although, there wouldn’t have been a soul that knew I touched her if I did. Those were the type of thoughts running through my mind, yet Rose wanted to learn more about me. I had hurried into the bathroom to calm myself down. She couldn’t ever learn this about me, especially with the way she looked up to me. Regardless of my dirty thoughts, I held through and hadn’t laid a single finger on her. I can do this. Focus. Focus. Focus.
I clear my throat, “As I said, without physics, the world would be a very different place. Cars, trains – the wheel is an example of how physics works. Nothing could exist without it. I’m sure you know this, but it is important to understand that as you think about physics as a whole.”
I turn to her and she’s spacing out. I’m not doing a good job teaching her physics this way… I want to teach her physics in other ways. Ways that she can fully comprehend. Ways that her body will respond to. I can teach her about the electricity that course through the synapses of her body, and what actions may cause blood to rush over to hidden, tender spots of her physique.
I can show her how certain movements made in a mandatory diameter and circumference can result in a rhythmic bond between two people. I will use us as an example to explain how that rhythmic bond can form a kind of relativity—a tingle that scientists themselves have yet to pinpoint definitely. Our vigor would bubble and build upon themselves at the beginning, and middle. And end with my penetration as I pump energy into Rose, forcing the atoms in her body into a frenzy, a flood of ecstasy.
She looks to me, and I realize how quiet I’ve been. I continue the lesson, vocally, stirring clear of any inuendo I’m feeling. I’m not sure how long I can keep this up for. I’m at my breaking point.
TWO
“I’m hot,” Rose says, right before I watch her peel off her sweater, showing slits of her toned stomach underneath a white tank top as she pulls her arms up. It reveals those lovely breasts I’d kill to lay my hands on. They push against the tank top and jiggle while she tosses the sweater to the floor—her raw, dark nipples teasing me beneath the thin fabric. Why isn’t this girl wearing a bra?
“Woo, that’s better.” She exclaims in relief.
I clench my jaw. “Do you need me to turn on the air conditioner?”
“No, it’s okay.” She replies, unaware of what she’s doing to me. Her naivety turns me on.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind. That way you can wear your sweater.” I tell her as calming as I can, and hope she takes my suggestion. For her sake, she needs to listen.
“No, I’m okay.” With a sweet smile on those pink, luscious lips, she answers. “Thank you, though.”
Don’t smile at me, Rose. I feel my dick pulse in my jeans and then slam my fists against the desk. This cannot happen. The chair flies behind me as I go to receive her sweater.
“Here.” I hold the sweater to her.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she quickly stands up from her seat. “I’ll put it away.”
I gruff and without intending to, I snatch the clothing from her after she tries to stuff it in her bookbag. She staggers back at my sudden aggression.
“No.” I tell her. “Put it on. I’ll turn on the A/C.”
“Oh…” she says, with confusion, but finally understands what I want her to do. “You don’t have to do that. I’m really okay without it.”
“Miss Kanyenda!” I yell, unable to hide my frustration, so I shift my body so I can’t see her. Calling her formally all day didn’t work how I wanted it to. It was supposed to keep me from lusting after her. But I can’t stop these feelings while she’s standing so beautifully in front of me, and not sitting at the back my classroom where I can hide most of her from my sight. She doesn’t understand how much I want to fuck her, and she’ll never find out if she simply clothed herself. Sweatpants and sweatshirts are a great thing.
“Preston?” She whispers my name, and my entire body tightens.
I say nothing more and grit my teeth, waiting for her to take the damn top. I remain turned away from her and shut my eyes. Don’t do it, Preston. My brows crinkle as I try to hold myself together. Don’t do it. I ball my fist into the thick fabric.
She utters my name again, her voice coming out softer than ever before, “Preston.” Stop, Rose. Anything could set me off at this point. I’m Professor Quinn, right now.
“What is it, Miss Kanyenda?” I finally answer her with irritation seeping from my lips, due to my inability to remain levelheaded.
“Why are you calling me that?”
“It is your name.” I grumble through tight teeth.
“No, it’s not. It’s Rose. We’re not at school or in your classroom. Call me Rose.”
I want to, but I can’t. I can’t call out to her, otherwise… I won’t be able to protect her. Because I’d be the one ruining her. I want to ruin her terribly. I don’t know if she’s capable of handling that side of me. It pisses me off.
She commences again, “Preston—”
“Miss Kanyenda! We need to finish the lesson. Take your sweater, and then take a seat.” Before I ruin you, Rose. I don’t want to be gentle with you.
I battle with myself. Don’t do it, Preston. Don’t do it. This is David’s daughter. I recite, this David’s—
Rose’s delicate hand lies on my mine, and I feel the soft and warm touch of her skin. My jaw clenches as I jerk my hand away from her with brute force.
Starting from where she touched me, the hairs on body stand straight as if to salute our platonic relationship goodbye. Throughout this, I’ve kept my eyes shut, but now they’re wide open because I have an urgency to bend Rose into positions I’ve only dreamed of doing. Blood rushes straight to the head of my penis, my lust being the driving force. I can’t hold myself back anymore. I fling the small article of clothing to the floor. I need Rose now. I’m taking her.
“Why… Why won’t you look at me?” Rose speaks and her voice is extremely faint. I can barely pick it up when I turn to her. “What’s wrong with me that you don’t look at me anymore?” She wraps her arms around her small frame, her eyes shiny with liquid and her expression showing how hurt she is.
The shake in her voice pains me, and I go flaccid as quickly as I’d gotten aroused. There’s concern written all over my face, but Rose doesn’t see because now she’s refusing to look at me.
“You said you don’t hate me, but you keep creating this distance. You’ve always been around and now I— I—” She hiccups. “I feel like I’m losing you.” The words leave her mouth as she falls into a full sob. Tears are streaming down her face.
“Rose…” My heart shatters into pieces, hearing her say that. She has me all wrong. I never even thought to see what I would look like in her eyes. It makes sense she feels this way. Dammit. I’m trying to salvage my relationships not put them on a fast track to the dumpster. It’s true that I was trying my best to keep her away from me, to protect her, but I ended up doing what I was trying my best to avoid. I hurt Rose deeply. My little flower… I screwed up.
Rose turns on her feet and runs out of the study. I call for her, but she doesn’t turn around to me. I leave the room and go after her. I have to fix this. She swings the front door open and runs out of the house.
“Wait, Rose!” I watch in horror as she makes her way into the street. A car blares its horn as she stands there like a deer in headlights. I quickly reach the curb and pull her to me. I embrace her as she sobs in my arm.
“I’m sorry.” I apologize, and now Rose is trying to pull herself away from me. She tries to push at my chest, but with arms folded against me it was futile, and I don’t let her go. I embrace her tighter. “It’s, okay.” I tell her, finding comfort in my own words. “You’re safe now.”
“No,” she cries. Her little fists bang against my chest, but I barely feel it. “No, let me go! Don’t touch me. That’s what you want, right? You don’t want to be near me… You’re doing this for Daddy.” She relents by placing her hands meekly against my chest, her forehead following suit. It’s as if she wants to leave but has no one else to go to.
“David? Oh, sweetheart no. He’s not the sole reason. Yes, sure, that may have been the case when you were just a child. David was overly stressed with your mother’s funeral and he needed the help. I was by myself. I had no family—David was my family, and I had no reason not to help, and then… you became my family. I learned more about you over the years and truly enjoyed the person you were becoming. I care about you Rose, and it’s not because of your father that I want to be around you.”
She continues to soak my shirt, which means I’m not getting through to her. I want to be honest and tell her everything, I really do. “I want to be near you. You’re not losing me. You could never lose me.” I quell her, wanting to pull her into me much tighter but I worry I’d hurt her. Instead, I loosen my grip so I can look at her. She seizes the break and looks up at me. “Believe me, Rose.”
Rose pouts, forcing me to notice how rosy pink her lips haven gotten. I can see that her nose is flushed with a rosy color as well. “Then prove it,” she tells me, her voice quivering with hurt… because of me.
“Alright,” I agree without really knowing what I’m signing up for. I didn’t care.
Rose sniffles, “I want to see you more.”
“No problem. I want to see you, too.”
Rose continues to sniffle and looks up past me, thinking, “Then let’s spend more time together, without daddy.” She adds, “Just like we used to… Because… I miss you.”
God, I want to do everything for her. I can give her whatever she needs, all she has to do is ask. “I miss you, too.” I confess, making Rose smile faintly at me.
I smile, barely, unable to say anything more to her while I circle from one emotion to another, copiously. I’m stuck in a loop that I have no intention of leaving.
The sound of chirping cicadas, rustling trees, and cars rushing by—the wheels rolling over the damp roadway—fill the silence between us. I’m in a daze as I fall into the brown quicksand of Rose’s eyes. Her black lashes curl effortlessly, even as they stick together with shiny wetness. She holds my gaze, her sniffles nearly absent. My heart pounds against my chest. I hope she can’t feel it.
It’s unfair. She’s gorgeous.
My arms are large enough to wrap her waist twice over, which allows me to remove one, and hold her just as tightly to me. I reach to wipe the remainder of her tears and watch the contrast in my pale white hand, against the dark brown of her slender face. I cup her cheek. Slipping beneath my breath, the words leave my mouth. “I love you, Rose.”
I snap from my daze and realize what I’ve just revealed to my little flower. Her eyes widen, a million things seeming to run through her mind. Her lips part, and before she can deny me, I speak again.
“You’re like a daughter to me.” I lie and it pains me more to say this lie out loud. “I can’t let anything happen to you. My best friend—my only friend—would also kill me if I did.”
The shock in her eyes return to normal, almost saddened as she looks down at my chest. There’s a brief moment before Rose takes advantage of the gap I allowed between us to slide her arms around my waist, swiftly closing the space.
She rests her cheek to my chest. “I love you, too, Preston.”
Her nipples poke me, reminding me of why this all started. Those luscious nipples. I replace my arm around her waist and pull her tighter, my muscles and veins bulging and forcing a breath out of her mouth. I huff at the thought. This is my problem to deal with, not Rose’s. She’s innocent. I’m the dirty bastard who can’t hold himself together, and I can’t avoid her anymore.
Now more than ever, I need to keep my eyes on Rose. I got a taste of what it felt like to possibly lose her. I can never allow that happen, whether it be another car or another person. I will keep her safe.
“I almost lost you today. I’m a grown man, and you scared me, Rose. Don’t ever do that again. Do you understand?” The baritone in my voice deepens. “Don’t run from me. Ever.”
Rose clasps onto the back of my shirt and nods feverishly against my chest. “I won’t.” Her voice comes out like a small plea. “I promise.”
With relief from her words, I pet her head, “Good girl.” Although it pains me deeply, I’ll simply remain her guardian if that’s what makes her happy.
We stay for a few moments, before I talk. I would really like her to pass my class this year. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go back inside.”
I reluctantly release her and smile when she looks up to me. I’m always having to bend my neck just to meet her gaze. I never mind. It’s Rose.
She smiles, the corners of her lips spreading like butter. She looks down and then shyly back at me once she places her hand into mine. I flinch, Rose notices, but I wrap my fingers around her small hand and smile. She thinks nothing of it after that and I know because she’s blushing.
“I— I just want to hold your hand. I remember doing so when I was younger, so…”
I didn’t have the guts to deny her of such a simple act.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I don’t mind.” I chuckle, wanting to make light of the situation. She’s safe. That’s all that matters.
Rose is smiling happily right now, and I refuse to change that. I gladly hold her hand in mine and lead her back to the house.
THREE
FOR THE LAST two hours, I’ve helped Rose study and understand her physics. She still struggles, but she’s got a better handle on the basics. I suggest studying throughout the week, and she wasn’t too ecstatic about that.
“Yessss, we’re finally finished.” She stretches her arms above her head and keep my eyes on the open book in front of us. I didn’t make her put on the sweater.
“Great job, Rose.” I praise her, being sure to call her name properly. “Feel free to put your textbook away. We’re going to use it in tomorrow’s class.”
“Okay,” she sings as if that who debacle hadn’t happened outside. I still couldn’t believe I confessed my love for Rose. “What are we eating for dinner?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. I didn’t plan for that as I thought we’d be studying at your father’s.”
“Do you have anything in your fridge? Maybe I could whip something together?”
The thought got me excited. Rose making food for me. I would bend her over the countertop and mount her if I saw that. “N-no. I would need to go to the store for that. Don’t keep much food in the house.” Which was true. I mostly ordered in or dined out by myself or with David. “What about some pizza? Or chinese?”
“Oooo, I want subway.”
“Subway it is.” That actually sounds pretty good. It’s been a while since I’ve had it. “What do you want? I’ll go pick it up.”
She tells me a detailed order of what she wants, and I get myself a simple meatball sub. I order in advance on the phone and run down the street to pick it up.
It took me about 30 minutes to do so and when I arrive at the front of the house, Rose opens the door with a big smile.
“I knew you just got back. I know the sound of your engine by heart.” She chuckles. “Your car is so old.”
“Yes, she is an old one, but she’s gotten me through thick and thin. I couldn’t abandon her.”
“Oh, really? If you have to choose, who would it be? Me or the car?” She places her hand beneath her chin, palm down, as if she’s propping her pretty little face and pouty lips on a pedestal.
“Mmm,” I play along with her by pressing my lips and scrunching my nose. I give her an apologetic look, “The car.”
Her jaw dropped, and I laughed out loud. She pouted again, trying her best to hide the smile behind her puffing cheeks.
“I’m kidding sweetheart. I meant what I said earlier. I certainly care about you more than my dainty car. That piece of metal can be replaced. No one can replace you.”
This time she doesn’t hide the smile that sprouts on her face. With our subs in my hand, I motion to walk inside but Rose doesn’t move from the doorway. Before I can inquire what she’s up to, Rose speaks.
“I want to show you something I learned in class.”
“Alright, well we should probably go inside and do that.”
“No, it makes more sense to do it here.” She looks me over, trying to maneuver a way around whatever it is that she’s trying to do. “Come closer to me. You’re too tall, Preston.”
I’m confused, but without a word I bend slightly toward her, enough for her to place her small hands on my shoulders. Rose’s smile widened as I got closer to her, and now, she was closing the space between us. The organ beneath my chest—the one that keeps me alive and breathing—is now palpitating with vitality as I watch Rose push off her toes.
She places her cheek to mine on the left and makes a sound familiar to a kiss. Slowly she pulls away, her lips dangerously close to mine as she moves to the other side of my face. She does the same as before and places her cheek to mine. Another air kiss sounds through my ear.
She pulls completely away and looks at me. “Professor Clément said this is how people greet each other when they’re close with someone. I wanted to practice with you. Hopefully I did that right.”
“Yeah, I… I think so.”
“My professor also says that sometimes… if people are close enough, or if they haven’t seen each other in a long while… they would also kiss on the lips.” She chuckles nervously, and my dick twitches at the thought. Is she…? Does Rose want to…? “Well, let’s go eat dinner, I’m starving!” Her skirt twirls with her as she turns and makes her way to the kitchen. I follow in after her, trying not to think too much of what just happened.
We sit across from each other at the wooden table and dig into our food, finally getting something into our stomachs. It’s been a long, horny day.
Rose takes several bites into her sub, and gets mayonnaise in the corner of her mouth, resembling a substance that was too distracting.
I grab a napkin and wipe her face. She says, “thank you,” with a mouth full of food, trying to tighten her lips so nothing falls out. I chuckle at her sad attempt and she does as well. She’s truly enjoying herself. Adorable.
Rose drinks a glass of water to wash down her food. “Preston?”
My mouth is filled, so I raise my eyebrows to let her know I’m listening.
“How come you don’t have a girlfriend? Or a wife?”
I took in her question, trying to figure out how to respond. I chew through my food and swallow. “Well, uh.” I grab a napkin and wipe my face. “Things just never worked out. I’ve had a few girlfriends in the past, but we never seemed to click in the end.”
She nods her head and looks to her half-eaten sub. I figure she’s done with questions and open my mouth for another bite.
“Do you want a girlfriend or wife?” She inquires again.
I place the remainder of the sub on my plate, but still held it in my hands. I admit to Rose, “I would love to marry. I bought this home with the intention of getting married, having a wife and kids. I made sure I had the monetary means to do so, but… like I said, I never clicked with the women I’ve met. Nonetheless, I’m content if I don’t find someone to share that with.” Because the person I actually want to marry—it seems I’m not able to.
“Me too,” she says, meeting my eyes. “I want to get married.”
“That’s good. You have plenty of time to find someone who’ll truly care about you. And if he doesn’t just send him my way and I’ll straighten him out.” I wink playfully at her, but I mean every word.
She giggles, “Yeah, hopefully I won’t be a virgin forever,” and then takes a bite of her food.
I figured that she may have been a virgin up till now, but I never asked to gain that clarity, especially when she was dating the boy who used to live next door to her. I never understood why she wanted to date him after he’d bullied her so much throughout school.
We both eat the rest of our subs and I let Rose know that I’m going to call her father and see if he’s ready to receive her.
“No!” she protests. “It’s so early. It’s barely 7pm.”
That’s the point. There’s still light outside. She should head home and not be alone with me through the night. It’s too dangerous. There was too much arousal for one day and I need a release.
“Let’s watch a movie,” she suggests, getting up from her chair. “Or if you really want me to leave, I’ll go.”
I watch as she looks to the kitchen floor. Damn. My little flower is frowning. We can’t have that.
I give in, “Alright. We can watch one movie.”
“Yes!” She exclaims, “Let’s watch a romantic comedy.”
“Sounds good to me. Let’s go to the living room.”
“Okay!” Rose grabs both of our plates and empty the remaining pieces of food into the trash. She places one plate into the sink and runs water over the one she’s holding. I realize this is normal for her at home, but she moves around here as if it is her home as well. “Is your dishwasher empty?”
I grab our cups from the table and walk over to her. “It sure is.” But only empty because I’ve never used it. Not once, since I barely use any dishes. I don’t have any detergent pods for it either, but I will have to go buy some. I open the device and place our cups into it. Rose puts each of our plates in soon after. I give her a towel to dry off her hands and we soon head to the living room.
FOUR
In there is a beige sectional couch, and in front of it is a coffee table. There are sofa tables on either side of the couch and hanging on the wall in front is a large flat screen tv. I have a few house plants I received when first moving in here spotted around the room.
I grab the remote from one the tables and hand it to Rose, “Go ahead and search what movie you want us to watch. I’m going to change into something a little more comfortable.”
She nods and I go up the stairs to my bedroom. I change out of my uncomfortable jeans and into some khaki shorts that have lots of pockets all around them. I didn’t feel the need to change my shirt, so I left it as is and went back to the living room.
“I found a movie I want to watch, but it costs money to rent or buy.” Rose let me know as I enter the room.
“That’s fine, sweetie. Go ahead and buy it.” Just in case she’d want to watch the movie again later.
“Okay.” She buys the movie and waits for me to settle in on the couch before pressing play. I notice her staring as she was sitting to the left of me. She notices me noticing her and turns away.
“What is it, Rose?”
She slowly turns back to me. “Can I sit on your lap? Like I used to?”
I freeze at the thought and force myself to say something, “I- I don’t know dear.”
“You said I’m like a daughter to you…” I’m the one that told Rose those words, but it stung to hear her say them back to me with affirmation. “I remember how I used to sit on your lap all the time. I felt so close to you. I know you said I’ve gotten older, so I couldn’t but… is that still not allowed?”
I take a deep breath. What kind of test is this?
“I understand if you don’t want me to.” Rose looks away from me, waiting anxiously for a response.
I hate that I make her feel that way—that she’d want to turn away from me… The same way I’d done her all this time. The same reason for her crying hysterically outside of my house. I take another deep breath before saying the words I’m about to say.
“Sure, Rose. You’re allowed to do that.” I smile at her once she turns to me. “You can sit on my lap.” I open my arms to her. “Come on over.” God, help me.
“Yay!” She bounces and her small breasts jump with her. I watch her get up from the couch and walk over to me, taking in the sway of her hips and the flirtation of her short skirt. She’s looking at me before she turns around, giving me a full view of her ass before she presses it against my thighs.
I nearly groan as she wiggles her body to get comfortable on top of me, riding my shorts up higher than when they did while I first sat down. They’re scrunched to my midthigh and I can truly feel the tender softness of Rose’s thighs as her skirt barely covers her behind. With nowhere else to place my hands, I lay one over her knee and place the other flat on the empty seat next to me. My large palm covers almost all of her knee while my fingers curl along the inside of her leg. It’s enough to send blood rushing to both my heads. The khaki material isn’t enough to suppress or hide my growing rock.
My sweet Rose wraps an arm around my shoulders, her elbow resting against the top of the couch. She is slightly below my eye level when she twists her shoulders to see me behind her. She smiles at me and starts to giggle as she forms this dainty ball with her hand and covers her mouth. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.”
I inhale the scent of shampoo and body lotion. It’s a mix between lavender and honey. “Me, too.” I admit, mistakenly.
She follows up. “Really?”
“Uh, well… I mean, I miss how we used to hang out in the past.”
“I do, too.” Her eyes twinkle before she turns back to the screen and presses play on the remote. Opening credits play, the movie begins, and all I can think about is running my hands all over Rose’s body. The longer she’s around me, the stronger my feelings become for her. I want to act on my urges, and suddenly, I am.
Without intending to, my thumb lightly rubs back and forth on her skin. It’s an innocent act, and Rose doesn’t seem to notice or care, which is good. I stay this way for a while, enjoying how soft she is against my rough hand.
Soon, and like it has a mind of its own, my hand discretely moves a few inches up her thigh, my thumb still running smoothly against her.
“Daddy?” she says, making the subtle movements of my hand stop in place.
I’m puzzled as David isn’t here.
Rose twists her body to look at me, “I’m talking to you, Daddy.” She says, clearing my perplexity with a slight part in her lips. They pout effortlessly as her expression is neutral. As if she means this. Then she blushes and brings her face forward. “I stopped calling you that, but since we’re mending our old, father daughter relation, I thought it’d be appropriate to bring it back. Right?”
I neither accept nor deny what she is said, but hearing Rose call me that as a woman was extremely sexy. The tips of my fingers gently grip her thigh as I restrain myself. I’m breathing heavily. Instead of rubbing my thumb against her, I slide the fingers sitting at her inner thigh up and down, varying my motion from side to side and forming circles—taking my time with each shift. But that’s as far as I go.
Halfway through the movie, Rose grabs ahold of my hand, the one I had purposely left on the couch, and holds it across her chest as she reacts to a scene in the movie. “Awww, they’re so cute.”
“Yeah,” I agree with her, though I have no clue what’s going on in this movie. I’m preoccupied with her body lying against mine, and my forearm that’s now pressing against her left breast. As she focuses on the movie, Rose hugs my one arm with both her arms, then fiddles with my fingers. She soon brings my hand up to her smooth cheek, running them over her delicate lips, before holding it to her chest again.
My forearm no longer has the luxury of feeling her nipple, but another opportunity rises, and I kick myself for thinking of it that way. My hand aligns just above her right breast. I need to make this stop before I do something we both regret. I call her, “Rose—”
“Shhhh.” As if she’d been waiting for me to say something, Rose cuts me off. Her shoulders follow as she turns her head to the side and brings a finger to her lips. Seamlessly, as Rose moves her body, my hand lies completely over her breast. “…This is the good part, daddy.” She clutches my arm, fully pressing her breast into my palm.
I nearly jump to stand and throw Rose across the room. I’m way past getting hard. I need to remove myself, but just as quickly as I was going to stand up, I halt, and remain in my seat. I remember that avoiding her is futile and leaving will upset her. I’m running out of preventative options. “Rose.” I warn her through tight jaws. My voice grumbles with aggravation as I grip her thigh, trying to remain calm when I’m dying for more of her.
“Please…” She whispers, “I want to watch.”
I say nothing more after hearing her little, soft voice beg me. I inhale through my nostrils taking in her lavender and honey scent without a choice.
‘Daddy’ her voice plays over and I inhale through clenched teeth. I loosen my grip on her thigh, only to caress her further. My hand moves with purpose, ownership. I feel her leg twitch beneath me and relax as I roam the premise.
I slightly squeeze her breast, but not enough to prevent movement. As she breathes, I feel her nipple slide up and down against my palm, teasing me, probing my imagination as I wonder what it’s like to flick my tongue against them both. It didn’t take much to get an idea, because as Rose laughs at the movie, throwing her small frame forward, my finger flicks her erect nipple. My eyes widen behind her, but I don’t think she knows what she’s done. She pulls herself back into me, still clutching my arm as the same finger slides over the tip of her mound.
I’m heaving as I feel blood rush to my groin. My innocent Rose. She’s allowing these things to happen without realizing the consequences of her actions… until now.
Rose hesitantly turns to look at me, but I don’t stop caressing her thick, chocolate thighs. I’m too far gone. I want to destroy my little flower, so I hold my gaze to hers. Soon, she breaks off, her eyes descending to my upper chest, mid-stomach and then to the swollen bulge that is clearly propelled against her ass.
I’m poking her… Fuck.
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