Harrison

Damn, she was cute. Such an alluring combination of innocence and worldly maturity.

I ran my finger down her silky cheek, even as I felt my expression harden. “Felicity, nothing and no one will ever take you from me.” Unable to resist, I captured her chin once more and held her face still as I leaned in to brush my mouth over hers. “So sweet,” I groaned before pressing our lips together harder. A small whimper escaped her lips, and my control frayed at the edges. Releasing her face, I gripped her waist and lifted her until she was straddling my lap.

She was shaking lightly, so I rubbed my hands up and down her arms a few times before moving them to her back and pulling her even closer. She gasped when she felt my hard as fuck cock nestled against the heat of her pussy. I could feel her pulse, even through the thick material of her jeans. My hips bucked involuntarily and she cried out, her head dropping back and her hands flew to my biceps, holding them tight.

“I want you more than anything, Felicity,” I growled as I placed slow, wet kisses down the column of her neck. I made quick work of the buttons on her blouse. Leaning back slightly, I parted both sides of her shirt, exposing her small, pert tits cupped in satiny pink fabric. Her panting made them bounce slightly, and my mouth watered to taste their dark peaks.

Lowering the cups, her tits popped out but were held up by the underwire, as though they were offering them up for my feasting. I latched onto one nipple as my fingers toyed with the other. Felicity moaned, and her hips began to undulate. I released her with a pop and held her still. “I need to see you come, honey,” I groaned raggedly. “But if you keep that up, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you. Just the thought of burying my cock in your tight little pussy is enough to make me lose it.”

While my mouth lavished attention on her opposite breast, I ripped open the snap to her jeans and tugged down her zipper before plunging my hand in. “Are you wet for me, Felicity?” I scraped her nipple with my teeth while I drew one finger up the center of her pussy. “Fuck! You’re soaked.”

Lifting my head, I kissed her again, swallowing her cry as I shoved two fingers inside her. “Ride my hand, honey.”

“Harrison,” she moaned. The sound of my name in her husky voice had come leaking from my dick, making a fucking mess in my pants. I didn’t care, my whole focus was on my girl. I was desperate to see her get off again. I could already tell it was going to become an addiction.

My fingers plunged in and out, my tongue doing the same, driving her higher. Tearing my lips from hers, I went back to work on her nipples so I could hear her cries of passion. Every muscle in her body tightened for a half second before a scream ripped from her throat. My name.

“Fuck!” I roared and for the first time since I was a teenager, I came in my fucking pants.

I brought my hand out from between her legs and licked it clean, moaning at the sweet taste. Then I rubbed her back in gentle circles as she slumped against me, panting while she recovered.

“Harrison,” she whimpered. “We can’t do stuff like this. I—I don’t want to be taken away.”

My chest warmed at the last of her words. I was elated to hear her admit that she wanted to be with me. After placing a soft kiss on the crown of her head, I whispered, “Trust me, honey. Trust me to protect you.”

I felt her head move in a nod, and I fought the instinct to celebrate by taking her to our room and fucking her all night long. I sighed and kissed her temple. “I have the power and money to do as I promised. However, it’s probably for the best if we abstain until you’re eighteen.” I hated the words even as they left my mouth.

Felicity leaned back, and her violet eyes were still misty with remnants of her orgasm. “What happens after that?”

“Let’s get you settled,” I said, changing the subject since I wanted to put that question off for as long as I could. I righted her clothes and then helped her off of my lap and got us both to our feet. Taking her hand, I led her through the house and up the stairs. I hesitated at the door to my room but knew it would be impossible to stay away from her if we slept in the same bed. Taking a few more steps, I entered the next room. It had a connecting door to the master and after Felicity was permanently sleeping with me, I was going to turn it into a nursery.

“Put your things in here while I change, honey,” I told her. “For now,” I added with a soft smile and a wink. Her cheeks turned the most adorable shade of pink, and I had to fortify my determination to leave her be for the time being. “How about I take you to dinner? By the time we come back the rest of your stuff will be here and you can get settled.”

“My stuff will be here?” she asked with surprise and confusion.

I nodded. “I have my guys picking it up and delivering it.” Her mouth formed a little O, and her eyes widened. I knew she wasn’t used to having any luxuries and I loved seeing the wonder on her face and knowing I would be opening a whole new world to her. One where she was safe, happy, and loved. Where she could have anything she desired…as long as it wasn’t to leave me.

I kissed her cheek and then quickly ducked into my room. Stripping out of my suit, I grabbed a pair of jeans and a sweater before going into the bathroom to clean myself up. Once I was ready, I returned to find her waiting for me in the hall.

“What happens after I turn eighteen, Harrison?” She asked again, her tone filled with trepidation. I longed to soothe it, but I feared it was too soon to tell her the truth.

“Unless you want to be my dinner, I suggest we go eat.” She opened her mouth, and I placed a finger over it to keep her quiet. “We’ll have that discussion, just not right now. Okay?”

Her eyes were wary, but she nodded. I removed my finger and took her hand, leading her to the garage. I helped her into the Jag and chuckled when she batted my hands away as I tried to buckle her in.

“Where would you like to go, honey?” I inquired as I pulled out onto the road.

She shrugged and stared out her window. Reaching over, I took her hand and settled it on my thigh. “Anywhere you want, Felicity.”

Her head slowly turned in my direction, and I saw a sparkle in her eye that hadn’t been there before. “I really get to choose?”

I laughed and gave her hand a squeeze. “Tell me.”

A blush stole across her cheeks again, reminding me of how pink she got all over when we made love, and I was suddenly shifting in my seat to get comfortable around the steel between my legs.

“Can we go to Pizza Hut?”

I glanced over at her, my eyebrows shooting up. “I give you the choice to go anywhere, and you choose Pizza Hut?”

Her head ducked down, and I instantly felt like a complete shit. “I haven’t had anything but frozen pizza since my parents died. My foster families rarely took us out to eat and when they did, it was always the dollar menu at McDonald’s.”

Glancing at the road behind me, I saw it was clear, so I pulled over to the side. Then I lifted Felicity’s face with one finger and smiled tenderly. “I was just surprised, honey. Not disappointed. I think it’s a fantastic choice. Pizza Hut it is!”

A smile crept over her face, and it began to light up once again. I didn’t think I would ever get used to how fucking gorgeous she was.

By the time we finished up dinner, I was convinced that Pizza Hut had been the worst decision EVER. Every time Felicity licked sauce from her fingers and let out a little moan with a bite, I had to quell the urge to drag her ass to the bathroom and put that tongue to better use.

Finally, the torture ended, and we returned to the house. As expected, Felicity’s few posessions and clothes were all in her room. I frowned at the pathetically small grouping.

“Tomorrow, after school, we’re going shopping.”

Felicity was already going about putting everything away, but my words had her stopping and turning to face me. “I don’t know why you did this, Harrison. But, I’m truly grateful. Still”—she shook her head emphatically—“I’m not going to take advantage of your generosity. I’ll never be able to afford to pay you back when I leave as it is.”

Her words ignited a fire in my chest, and I growled as I prowled over to her and grabbed her arms. “My money is your money, Felicity. And don’t even fucking think about leaving me. Is that clear?”

Her head canted to the side, and she studied me speculatively. “What happens after I turn eighteen, Harrison?”

I hadn’t wanted to answer that damn question yet, but maybe it was the only way to get her to stop talking about leaving after her birthday. “I put a ring on your finger and fuck my kid into your belly.”

“You—uh, wait—what?!?” she shrieked.