Chapter Fourteen
Chase
“What do you think?” I’ve finally brought her to an apartment I’ve already purchased.
“It’s big.” Faye looks around, walking over toward the window that stares over the city. At night, I’d visited, and it looked amazing, especially with the buildings lit up. Christmas would sure be fantastic and beautiful just from this floor. “You’re thinking of buying this? Renting?”
“No.”
“Then why are we here?” She folds her arms with a smile. I’ve noticed she’s not comfortable around money.
If anything would make her withdraw from me, it seems to be whenever I show off my wealth.
I find it refreshing that it’s not a reason she’s with me even though my wealth is what brought us together. That and her virgin status, but I don’t want to think of that.
Whichever reason, I’m so fucking glad we’re together.
“This is yours.” I hold up the keys. “Say the word and I’ll have the moving men at your place. You and Kerry can live here. There’s a lot more space, and you don’t have to worry about the money. I want to give this to you as a gift, and I want you to take it.”
She doesn’t take the keys.
“I can’t take this.”
“Don’t you love the apartment?”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Well, I think you’re beautiful, and I want to give you things.”
Still, she doesn’t take them.
“I already own this place. I bought it for you.”
“I can’t take it. I’m sorry.”
“Why not?”
“Because I already live in an apartment that I can afford. The rent is more than reasonable.”
“Damn it, Faye. I don’t care. Don’t you understand that? I’m right here, right now. This is for you. This is what boyfriends do.”
“No, they don’t.”
“Okay, this is what wealthy boyfriends do, and if you must know it’s either this place or move in with me.”
“What?”
“Yeah, that surprises you, doesn’t it? It’s either this or move in with me, and I figured that you would be too skittish to move in with me, so I picked this. I thought you’d prefer this.”
“You want me to move in with you?”
“Why does that sound so shocking to you?”
“I don’t know. I just … you blackmailed me into sleeping with you.”
I shrug. “I’m not above getting what I want. Your job was secure no matter what.”
“Then why blackmail me?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, Faye, you’re skittish, like really fucking, run the other way kind of skittish.”
I see a smile dance across her lips.
Taking her hands in mine, I draw her close. “And I won’t have you any other way, but you will take this apartment?”
“You’re going to make me?”
“I’m going to be spending a lot of time here.” Letting go of her hands, I unbutton her jacket, pushing it off her shoulders.
We have plenty of time.
Next, I release her blouse and watch as the white fabric falls to the floor. Flicking the catch of the bra and releasing those juicy tits is next, and they spill out exactly as they were supposed to, filling my hands, and I lean forward, taking a bite of each nipple.
Her cries fill the room, but she doesn’t make a move to escape me.
Within a matter of seconds, I have her skirt off and she’s bending over the sofa. She’s wearing a thong today, and I trace across the fabric, teasing her tight little asshole as I do. Caressing down the crack of her ass, I spread her cheeks wide, giving each cheek a nice little slap.
She lets out a yelp, and the sound is sweet music, especially when I stroke through her pussy and find just how wet she is.
I’ve been waiting to take her, to make her mine. It has been a couple of weeks since she got the shot.
I’m going to take her without a condom, fill her pussy with my cum, and all afternoon, I know it’ll be leaking into her panties. Taking the fabric of her thong in my hand, I move it aside.
I hold it against her ass cheek while I free my cock. Running my hand up and down my length, I ease the pre-cum leaking tip to her entrance.
As I slide inside her, her warm cunt gripping me, I hear her moan.
“Oh, fuck. That feels so good.” It’s the best feeling in the world.
Pulling out of her, I see my dick, covered in her cream, and I drive forward, filling her tight pussy. Each ripple and every wave of her arousal grips my length, and I feel the instant hit of need that just won’t go away.
With the thong still in my fist, I grip her hips and start to pound away inside her, fucking her hard, not giving her a chance to get accustomed to my dick as over and over, I slam to the hilt. She’s so fucking wet.
“Touch yourself, Faye. Touch that wet clit and bring yourself off. I want to feel you come.”
She lets out a little moan, but she strokes her clit. Each tease across that swollen bud seems to set her off, again and again.
“Yes, yes, so good. That’s it, baby, tease your clit. Make yourself come.”
Her cunt tightens around me, and I can’t stop.
Pounding into her, I see and feel how slick she is.
When her orgasm comes, she drenches me with her release, and I don’t hold back. Fucking her hard, I ride her pussy to my own completion, holding her tight so that her ass is nestled right against my pelvis as I fill her cunt. Wave upon wave of my cum swims up to her womb, taking her, owning her.
For a few seconds, maybe even minutes—time doesn’t have a place right now—I hold her against me, waiting for my release to subside. The moment it does, I slowly ease out of her. Kneeling down on the floor, I see some of my white cum at the lips of her pussy, and I can’t resist taking some and pushing it right back inside her. Putting the panties back into place, I rub the fabric against her, knowing they will be full of my cum by the end of the day.
Yeah, there are days I’m a dirty fucker, and I just can’t help it.
****
Unpacking the Chinese food I’d picked up on my way over, I love what Faye has done with the place in such a short time. I’ve handled her old apartment landlord and whatever fee he thought he could charge her. The moving men had done a good job, but I’d supervised that as well.
The apartment no longer looks like a cold space but is filled with Faye and Kerry’s things. Several pictures cover the walls, and in the far corner of the living room, I see a stand filled with books. There is still plenty of space as they didn’t have lots to move. I saw the main bedroom that Faye had called dibs on, and even put a note on the other bedroom, telling Kerry it was hers.
“Where’s your sister?” I ask.
Kerry dips into one of the food cartons and takes a dumpling. “Shower. Don’t worry, she’ll be out in a minute. She has this mother hen syndrome. It means she can’t be gone from me all that long. I’m surprised she lets me go to school and doesn’t teach me at home.”
I don’t like this.
“Faye cares about you.”
“I know.”
“Then why don’t you start cutting her some slack? You don’t have a clue what your sister has gone through to help get you here.”
“Fucking the boss, please, I bet it’s not that hard.” Kerry snorts.
I stare at this girl, and I shake my head.
“While you were in the hospital, building up never-ending debt, your sister, the girl that loves you and feels like a complete failure because she wasn’t able to protect you, she was selling her virginity to pay for it.”
I shouldn’t have said a fucking word. I know that. Damn it! Everyone knows that, but listening to Kerry’s snort and derisive tone, I was fucking done. I get it. She’s a kid and has to be protected after what she’s gone through. But there comes a point when it’s no longer an excuse. Faye won’t call her out because of her guilt.
“You don’t know that.”
“Oh, yeah, I do.” What Faye doesn’t know is I still have the damn sheets as well. Yeah, some seriously fucked-up shit. “I’m the one that bought her.”
Kerry jerks back.
I stare at her. “She could have been with anyone. There were security measures in place to make sure she was okay, but anyone else, they could have hurt her.”
“What the hell is she doing with you?” Kerry asks, staring at me in shock.
“A chance meeting. My company has a division that employs college dropouts. You see, Kerry, while you’re angry with everyone, your sister, and just about anything—and I get it, I do. I know the truth—your sister gave up everything for you. A flourishing career in business, her virginity, her time, her life. All to make amends for leaving you with a monster. A monster that was supposed to take care of you. You can hate your sister, but when I’m here you will show that woman some damn respect because as far as I’m concerned, she’s more than fucking earned it.”
Silence falls after I finish my warning.
Everyone was looking out for Kerry.
Everyone.
Doctors. Nurses. Teachers. Counselors. The lot.
Who is taking care of Faye? She’s twenty years old, and has taken responsibility of her teenage sister like it came natural to her. Everyone judges her, and no one takes her side. Well, I’m going to be her sounding board because she clearly fucking needs it.
I am done with her sister walking all over her.
“You love my sister?” Kerry looks at me, and she’s gone a little pale.
“Yes.”
“Does she know?”
“No.”
“Why won’t you tell her?”
I smile. “She’s likely to run far away from me when I admit it.”
“You’re the first guy she brought home, ever. I’m pleased she has someone.”
“She has you, Kerry. That’s what she wants. She needs to know that she’s done the right thing because if there’s one thing I know for sure, she loves you.”
I don’t need to say the same stuff.
Kerry gets it, and I see it in her eyes.
“Am I interrupting something?” Faye asks, drawing my attention to her.
She’s in a pair of jeans and a huge shirt that doesn’t show off her curves. Next on my list of things to do, new wardrobe.
“Chase here was riding my ass. I need to, like, finish my homework. It’s so incredibly lame, and I’ve been putting it off.” There was a pause. “Would you, erm, would you help me?”
“You want my help with your homework?”
“It’s an English paper, and I don’t have a clue what to do. You aced English in high school. Please, I’ll be a really good student.”
The request has surprised Faye, but I see the happiness in her eyes.
“We’ll eat dinner, and I’ll help you straight away.”
When Kerry turns to look at me, I nod in her direction.
It’s a start, but as far as I’m concerned, she’s got a long way to go.
We eat our food, and Kerry fills the silence, talking about a current program she’s watching. I listen as Faye laughs. She’s not faking it either. Her happiness and humor are genuine.
After we finish, I clean away the empty cartons as Faye helps Kerry with her homework. Taking a long shower, I wait as they finish up.
Once they have, Faye joins me on the sofa and straddles my lap. “Thank you.”
“What for?”
“For whatever you said to Kerry. I finally feel like I got my sister back tonight, and I know it’s because of you.”
I smile. “I’ll give you anything you want. You just got to ask.”
For several seconds she just stares at me. I’m very happy with her straddling my cock, but I wait, patiently.
“Hold me, Chase.”
“Forever.”