Rich Man's Fertile Little Virgin (Breeding Erotica) (3 page)

“
Isn't this nice?” Mom
chirped, spreading her long fingers flat along the table. “Feels
like it's been years since we all sat down for breakfast together.
It's a shame we've all been so...
busy
lately.”

So, that's it, Mom? You're going to pass off
some seriously fucked up family stuff as 'busy?'

Fighting off the urge to roll my eyes wasn't
easy.

Worse, Mom's bright grin made me extremely
uneasy. She'd really gone all out that morning – ruby lips,
eyeshadow, highlights in her hair.

“
I can tell, Mom. But you
shouldn't have gotten all dressed up just for us.”

Mr. LaVenia chuckled and rolled his eyes.
Giving her a snotty comment was a gamble any morning, but this time
she just laughed it off, her shrill peals clamoring off the high
ceiling.

“
Oh, I wouldn't go all out
for just you, little doll. Or even for Daddy.” She gave him a wink.
“Violet's invited me out to her new condo in the city for the
weekend.”

“
Just don't make me come
there and save you from your hangover again.” He pointed his stiff
finger menacingly, a harsh mask of command on his face that
splintered into good humor. “Wasn't so fun making poor Shirley
scrub the bathroom either.”

“
Oh, Stephen!” She thrust
out her neatly painted nails, giggling and slowly turning back to
meet my eyes.

“
Are you feeling well
today honey?”

I looked up from breakfast, wondering what
she was really getting at. Cautiously, I nodded, feeling Mr.
LaVenia's eyes on me like tracers.

“
Yeah. I slept pretty well
last night...must be adjusting to the cooler weather.
Why?”

“
Oh, I was just thinking
you ought to spend some time with your father while I'm away for
the weekend. You've got nothing planned, do you,
Stephen?”

We both looked at Mr. LaVenia and he shook
his head slowly. Even as he mouthed an answer to Mom's question, he
didn’t' take his eyes off me.

Heat flared deep in my loins. The last time
I'd seen that kind of predatory gaze, we'd been under the
conservatory's humid spell, sinking into primal bliss among flowers
and pheromones.

“
I'd like to make up for
last time,” he said, keeping it as mysterious as possible. “If you
don't have anything planned today, my little doll.”

I shook my head, quickly side to side,
showering him with enthusiasm. When I returned my eyes to Mom, I
expected to see her old jealousy.

I was wrong.

She simply looked at me with the same gaudy
smile. Her mouth moved like an upturned candy cane, ivory set in
ruby sweetness.

Wow. She actually looks pretty good.

Almost as good as I do at half her age. I
only hope I'm as lucky when I get old.

“
Of course,” I said,
shifting my eyes to Mr. LaVenia. God, he looked good with his tight
button down shirt and equally firm lips, everything fixed on me
like a well trained wolf.

“
I'll keep him company,
Mom. You just enjoy yourself.”

Her unbelievable smile only got broader.
With that, she jumped up and gave me a quick peck on the forehead.
She was out the door, probably heading for her Jeep to cover the
long distance to the city.

“
Just you and I now,” he
said softly.

I looked over at him and flushed. Giving him
a sly smile, I slid off the kitchen chair and started to make my
way upstairs.

Whatever he'd planned, I needed to clean up
and throw on a new dress. It was bad enough coming down for
breakfast in the same nightgown and panties I'd soiled with desire
the night before.

“
Tammy, wait.” I stopped
in my tracks at his command. “Shall we give it another try
today?”

He got up, crossing his arms and cocking his
head. “I'd really like to see those plants again. I'd like to reach
out and touch them, feel their softness against me, and smell their
sweet scent.”

Holy shit. He isn't even being subtle!

We both knew he wasn't talking about exotic
roses.

Alarms rang in my head. It was a loud,
kettle banging clamor more like bells. Glorious, triumphant church
bells as big as the world.

“
Let's do it,
Daddy.”

I threw my head over my shoulder as I ran
off to my room. His eyes followed me the whole time, horny dots so
sharp I thought they'd rocket into my flesh, tingling and needling
me with the pleasure twinkling in his gaze.

I took the world's fastest shower. I
rummaged through my closet fast, opting for a simple black bra and
panties to go underneath a black summer dress with sparse scratches
of red cut in the pattern.

I followed the sound of his car keys
jingling as I came downstairs. Mr. LaVenia grabbed for my wrist
when I drew close, anxiously pulling me along.

Oh. Oh, yes, sir.

My mind ran amok. His wordless splendor
promised me fire, the very thing I'd been seeking all along.

During the quiet drive, I wondered what had
caused his about face after backing off so carefully the first
time. Had his recent tension with Mom really jarred him into
fucking her only daughter for revenge?

But then, why the smiles and constant
pleasantries between them? And that sex I'd heard them having last
night...

“
The heat will feel even
better today,” he said, when we weren't far from the big glass
building. “It's a cold day, little doll.”

“
The kind of cold that
makes you want to snuggle up close to someone and sleep the day
away.”

He looked at me and flashed a sharper smile.
“Cold, yes. Sleep? I think not.”

I shook my head,
embarrassed and bedazzled by the gleam in his eye. Every look he'd
given me since Mom left said it better than any words, telling me
over and over that,
Yes, little dolling.
I'm really going to kiss you deep this time, and then a whole lot
more.

A cool autumn wind swept against my back as
soon as I stepped outside. For an instant, I regretted not bringing
a coat, though the breeze felt good against the damp heat raging
inside me.

Mr. LaVenia reached for my hand and didn't
let go.

There were even fewer people milling around
than last time – probably due to the cold. Halfway inside, I jumped
with pleasure, given a new shock when his hand landed dangerously
low on my hip.

He pushed. I wanted to push back. But I knew
the only thing to do was to walk forward, moving my smooth little
thighs to match his movements, stalking deeper into the makeshift
jungle housing the strange lust that had driven him to do the
unthinkable.

We barely stopped to enjoy the flowers. Mr.
LaVenia's eyes were somewhere else. I felt them branding my flesh
each time my back turned to him, curling along my flanks and down
my calves.

We turned a corner where a large field of
bright daises grew, gently sprinkled by misty spigots. Unbearable
humidity swarmed all around us, inside and out.

“
What a delectable little
ass you have, little doll.” He grabbed my wrists and forced them
behind my back, planting his stubble against my cheek and growling
in my ear. “I don't know why I backed out before. This time, I'm
going to sample
everything.
”

Icy-hot needles danced up my spine. I tried
to turn, but he shoved me tight into the glass wall. My deepest
muscles clenched, writhing as he jerked me around and pushed my
breasts against the glass.

His torso covered me from behind, all power
and fleshy steel. But nothing compared to the intent bulge jutting
out his middle, pressed firmly to my round cheeks through several
thin layers of fabric.

“
Ah! Mr. LaVenia! Are you
sure about this?”

He drew me backward several inches and
slammed me toward the thick glass again. His hands were still on my
wrists, but they weren't holding me anymore.

It was his rigorous horn pinning me to the
flat surface. For that deadly erection, I'd obey every last
command, no matter how evil or deranged.

“
Stop asking if I'm sure.
People make mistakes, Tammy, even men like me. But I'm not afraid
to correct my errors.” His big right hand circled around my belly,
sliding across my swollen mound, onto my thigh.

“
This isn't another
mistake. This is what you and I have been wanting to do from the
first day we met. Isn't that right, little doll?”

He spread his fingers and clenched the
supple meat of my right thigh. A low whimper escaped my throat.

Heat broiled up inside me, turning my heart
to embers, my nerves into sun singed railroad tracks. Breathing
became a struggle, but I let myself slip deeper into the delirium,
further into his indomitable grasp.

His fingers circled my sopping wet mound
through my dress. He meshed his fingers and pushed the straight
edge right between my legs.

I snapped backward, straight into his chest,
my knees parting automatically for him.

“
Wait, Mr. LaVenia! Hold
on...”

He wasn't listening. His hand pressed into
me, rummaging so deep he struck my clit. I sputtered loudly,
choking on my lust dissolved words.

“
Maybe you're right. This
beautiful greenhouse is too much like Eden. A sweet virgin like you
needs a more earthly place for her first time. We need somewhere to
focus purely on the exquisite pleasure inside our bodies, the sweet
and sticky ecstasy I'm going to drown you in...”

His face slid forward to mine. I trembled as
his grainy stubble raked across my soft flesh.

He let my wrists fall. Weakly, I reached for
his hand, desperate to support myself as we quick stepped our way
out of the greenhouse.

I wasn't sorry to see it go.

Orchids and emerald leaves were the last
thing on my mind. Just then, I only cared about the natural beauty
blossoming inside my body. The same flickering, wet, and wild
beauty that would soon be exposed.

No, more than exposed – stripped, bared, and
ravaged in his hands.

He'd never held my hand so tightly as we
walked to the car. Overhead, a far off thunderstorm rumbled, but it
was like a kitten's roar to the flashing tempests building in our
bodies.

I never knew how we made it home in one
piece. Every time we slowed to take a corner or stopped at a light,
his hand reached over, gently caressing me from head to toe.

The drive home was just one long tease. I
wondered if I'd completely melted my panties with the slick, molten
flow gushing between my legs.

My clit throbbed, harder
than anything. For once, it wasn't running on fantasy, but
real
anticipation.
It knew, better than I did, that a man's rough flesh would
soon make it writhe with new tricks.

“
Upstairs, little doll.
Don't wait for me. Go up there and sit on your bed.”

I ascended, taking the steps in twos. By the
time I got to my room, I wanted to strip off my dress.

I had to take off something. Walking to my
closet, I unhooked my bra and pulled it away, bringing instant
relief to my heat scorched skin.

Even in the cool house, my skin seethed,
just a heartbeat away from sending steam hissing out my pores.

I closed my eyes and only opened them when I
heard his footsteps just outside my door. He came in, his neat
jacket off, carrying two glasses.

“
What's this?” I
asked.

“
Cherry wine for me. Juice
for you. It's from Door County, famous for their sweet vineyards.”
He held the long stemmed glass to me and I took it from
him.

Every sip reminded me my sensual nerves were
firing on all cylinders. I tasted the sweetness and the tart, so
much like my girlhood evaporating against my tongue, hungry for
something new.

“
Enjoy it to the last
drop, my little doll.” The bed creaked as Mr. LaVenia's muscular
weight sank next to me. “You'll be old enough for wine someday.
Thankfully, right now, you're old enough to fuck.”

I nearly choked on the last of my cherry
juice. A small pinkish stream ran from the corner of my lips.

He drained the last of his wine and sat our
glasses on the nightstand with a clink. Then his hands were on
me.

Exploring, intimidating, roaming my flesh
halfway to other worlds. Mr. LaVenia pressed me to the mattress and
kissed me deeply.

His rough tongue darted out, licking the
sweet trickle I'd lost from my chin up to my lips. His lips
puckered with the delicious contrast, sweat and sugar, savoring my
essence.

I wrapped my arms around his huge neck,
holding on with all my might. He pushed himself forward, grinding
harder. One hand moved beneath my dress, grasping my bare thigh
with renewed ferocity.

In one swoop, he hiked up my skirt,
thrusting it across my waist. I moaned as new kisses buried me,
teasing and satisfying all at once, like whipped cream dense with
masculine strength.

“
God! I never expected you
to feel so good,” I whispered.

Mr. LaVenia reached to my shoulders and
shoved me deeper into the mattress. Growling, he twisted his hips,
moving his bulge onto my soaked panties.

“
Stay with me, Tammy. It
gets a whole lot better from here. You're going to feel everything,
from your lips to your ass, all the way inside you, straight to the
deepest parts of your succulent little cunt...”

My breath hitched. I'd always known men
became animals when running on cold lust.

But to see it – this civilized, caring man
becoming a wolf – shocked me to the core. Baring his teeth, he
grasped the strap of my dress and pulled. Hard.