Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Ander

I see the look of shock grow in her eyes and think about what I just said. I take a closer look at the girl standing by my side. The pink cheeks, the wide eyes, and the shock are all clues telling me maybe my girl hasn’t got a lot of experience.

“I’m not going to find a surprise in your bathroom, am I?”

“What? No! No, no, no!”

She takes off for her parents’ room but in less than five minutes later she is knocking on the door. When I open it, she is all eyes and fumbles. I was pretty sure she was coming so I made sure I had my shirt off.

“I…I…laptop…”

I give her a smile and enjoy the heat of her stare before letting her off the hook and handing over her laptop. “Figured you might come back for that.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks.” There’s a pause as both of us eat the other one up with our eyes. Lilly has legs for days and breasts that would make a stripper jealous. Not that I'm acquainted with any strippers mind you but I know what I see on all the cop shows I have a tendency to watch.

“’Night sweetheart.”

“Night?” It takes her a few seconds before she realizes what I’m saying and then the blush creeps across her face again. “Uh, good night.”

She turns to flee, leaving me standing against the doorframe watching her run. I let her…for tonight. But I plan to be the thing Lilly runs to soon. Lucky for her I’m a patient man.

I take a shower that does nothing for my growing problem as my mind goes to her sister’s room, only I’m not seeing her fucking sister playing with the thing. It’s Lilly. And she’s not using a dildo to split herself open. She’s using me.

And for some reason, we have to take our time, her not being used to taking a cock as big as mine. The thought of her letting out little mewls as she tries to take all of me is making my balls tighten and my dick get hard on a level I have never been before. It is almost pain, but what sweet, sweet agony.

With everything around me smelling like the girl I can only think of getting under me, I have no choice but to take myself in hand, so to speak. It only gets worse when I come out into the room and find the scent even heavier when I lay back on her bed. I come to my feet again and start roaming around the room. On her mirror above her dresser, she has tons of photos showcasing other people as well as herself.

One of them shows her smiling happily outside a bakery/candy shop with a dark-haired girl and a redhead. All three of them have on aprons with the name of the place on them. But what has me captivated is the smile on her face. I flip the picture over and on the back in flowery ink are the words, Candy, Bonbon, and Lolly.

Lolly? I wonder if that is what her friends call her. I can see how easy the connection is to make. Lilly to Lolly. So many things rush through my mind, all of them dirty. I bring the picture with me and push it into my duffle bag. Is it wrong to keep it? Yeah, but I have to have it. She’s so happy in it. It’s like a walking TO-DO note for me to keep going until I put that kind of smile on her face every day.

My phone rings and I pick it up before I take a good look at the caller. “Ander, hi it’s me, Tabitha.” I fight back the groan that wants to come out. I’m not very happy that these people care so little for their daughter that they left her in a house with a stranger. Not to mention she killed my hard-on like an assassin.

“Mrs. Perkins.”

“I wanted to call and make sure you were in Lilly’s room and she didn’t try to guilt you into letting her put you on the couch. She’s…been difficult ever since she found out about the sale.”

“Difficult?” That’s how she is putting this.

“She doesn’t want to lose her childhood home and has let her father and I know about her unhappiness. Honestly, our other daughter is much more pleasant than Lilly. Don’t let her give you any guff because she hates the fact you might be buying the farm. If she wanted it she shouldn’t have moved out. Besides, we need that money to take care of our daughter, Camilla.”

“Your daughter needs care?”

“Yes, she’s about to be a mother for the first time and is so fragile and innocent.”

She can’t be too damned innocent with a dildo in her shower and a baby in her belly. “How old are your daughters, ma’am.”

“Oh, Camilla is twenty-five and Lilly is…” there’s a pause that makes my temper flair, “I think she just turned twenty.”

“Lilly’s been great, actually. She’s been very hospitable, and I can assure you she was very nice giving me her room. She practically drug me in here.”

“Really? That doesn’t sound like Lilly. Anyway, I’ll let you go so you can rest. Please feel free to take anything you want or need while we are gone.”

What a bitch? It’s like she wants Lilly to get hurt. I hang up before I can say something that will make my future goals more difficult. But she can bet her ass I’m going to take -and keep- Lilly. I stop fighting the urge I was pushing down and go for the laundry basket in the corner of Lilly’s room. Right on top is exactly what I am looking for.

I knew as soon as I saw her in those tiny as fuck shorts there was no way she was wearing any fucking thing under them. And just like I thought on the very top of her clothes is a pair of black lace panties. I pull them out of the basket and bring them to my nose and the scent of my sweet, sugary girl hits me like a sledgehammer.

Oh yeah, she was wearing these recently. These were the pair she was in when we met. I confirm this when I go through the other clothes. The scent is stronger than any other piece of clothing in the hamper. I carry my trophy over to the bed and lay back down on it. I bring the lacy material to my nose and grab my cock as I fight back the moan that lodges in my throat as a million things float through my head. Taking Lilly home to my penthouse, taking her here in the barn on the soft hay, having her every way I can think of, and reading about others I could try with her.

I shouldn’t be doing any of this and it is wildly out of character for me. Hell, I thought maybe my cock might be broken because, God knows, it hasn’t gotten hard in years and even then the sex was just meh. But as soon as I saw Lilly everything in my fucking body lit up. It was… magical. That’s not why I’m doing what I’m doing though. The only reason I am shuttling my hand over my cock while holding her panties so close to my face I can practically taste her pussy is because… Lilly belongs to me!

Her parents didn’t take care of the treasure they had. They allowed someone like me through the gates, so to speak, and now I’ll take the biggest gift they’ve been given and make her mine. This little thing has been starving for attention, love, and affection. And I am more than ready to step up and be her Daddy -and I’m not talking about her father.

I cum like never before. If just rubbing her panties on me causes me to lose control what is it going to be like when I get her on my face, on my dick, rubbed all over my body until she smells like me and I smell like her. Just the thought of what will happen has another long rope of cum jetting out of me.

Yeah, I’ll take Lilly and make her mine. I’ll have her calling me Daddy in the sweet, soft voice she uses when she talks about the animals outside. And I’ll fill that little pussy full until it’s leaking out of her, until it takes root and every fucker knows Lilly is mine!

Damn straight I plan to make my Lolly pop!