Olivia — Like a lady not a harlot
Featherlight, teasing kisses as his lips just barely brushed mine, but he didn't stop this time. He stopped only to look at me, but he didn't pull away like last time. His lips lingered near mine.
"What now?" I asked, nervous excitement coursing through me.
"Now I treat you like a lady, not a harlot," he said, a quiet certainty in the firmness with which he kissed me the second time.
His mouth opened eagerly against mine, like he was trying to undo every other kiss I'd ever had. I opened up for him without meaning to, moaning my heavenly satisfaction. His tongue in my mouth. Mine in his. Slight pressure from his hands on my neck. My whole body was tingling and on fire, a sweet burning ache flowing through me as we succumbed to the hunger we had for each other's mouths.
"So pissed you let JR kiss daddy's lips," he whispered, a slight edge to his voice as his hands slid down my shoulders and onto my back.
"Harmon, you're not thinking straight. I'm not thinking straight. If I mean to you what you say I do, walk away," I pleaded as he looked down at me, taking the zipper of my dress in between his fingers.
"You can't have it both ways, baby girl," he said with a smirk, pulling his shirt out of his pants.
He took my hand and slipped it under his shirt while sliding the zipper down my dress. Eyes locked on mine, he forced my hand to still, laying it just above his pants, onto his hard abs.
"Seduction looks like this, baby girl. Daddy's desperate for you to believe you matter. I'll make love to you like no other man before me if you stay. Not fuck you, Olive. Make love to you. So long as you're a good girl for daddy henceforth and stay the fuck away from JR. Now decide what you want, baby girl," he said, peeling the dress off my body and letting it pool around my feet.
I didn't know this man. So what else was new? I didn't even know the name of the guy I lost my virginity to. Charged energy between us as I stood before him in nothing but my underwear. Never one to be ashamed of my body, suddenly I couldn't help wanting to cover up.
He took a few steps back and my heart skipped a beat, panic setting in.
"Are you really leaving?" I asked like an idiot, despite begging him to a moment ago.
He grinned at me reassuringly as he unbuttoned his suit jacket and took the jacket off, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes traveled up and down my body swiftly and he inhaled sharply.
"Fucking beautiful," he said, liquid warmth in his eyes as they drank me in slower this time. "Leave if you like. I won't. Sorry baby girl, daddy can't protect you from his dick tonight. I'll fight the whole fucking world for you, but not myself. Not tonight. Not with you looking at me like I'd hurt you. You're fucking breaking my heart. Fix it baby girl," he said coaxingly, undoing the buttons of his shirt.
His shirt hit the floor and my reservations disappeared. I closed the distance between us without hesitation, throwing my arms around his neck and smashing my lips against his. He ravished my mouth once more, hands wasting no time moving down my back once more to unhook my bra.
"I'm so fucking stupid. You're playing with me, Harmon. Even if you and her didn't plan this together, you'll regret it in the morning," I said, still trying to talk one of us out of it when the clasp of my bra gave way.
Alarm bells went off in my head, warning me I was in danger either way. He said he'd make love to me. No coming back from that.
"Is that what you think? That I have regrets about our night together? About what we've been doing?" he asked in a raspy voice, his hands groping my tits as he held the undone bra against my chest, lips traveling sloppily up and down my neck in his hurry to get at every bit of me.
My head fell back. My body relaxed. The sigh of relief at having his hands on me again came first, then a soft moan of pleasure. Tried not to give in, but it was hopeless. Once the bra was gone, his lips trailed kisses down my collar bones and chest, stilling between my breasts.
"Answer the fucking question," he demanded, grabbing onto my breasts and kneeding them gently, before swirling the tip of his tongue along my right nipple.
"You keep fucking rejecting me. What else am I supposed to think?" I purred, eyes closed despite the burning ache in my chest at my admission.
"You don't fucking understand anything, do you baby girl? Daddy's not rejecting you. Look what my body is doing to yours while you stand there, holding back," he said, grabbing onto my thighs and lifting me clean off the floor.
My legs wrapped around him instantly, my body taking on a life of its own as though to refute his claim. Fists in his hair. Kissing him recklessly, pussy grinding up against his hard cock.
He backed me up against the closest wall, then his mouth was back on mine, hips grinding deliciously alongside mine.
"Not now, but before. You've been doing it for the last two days, why should I believe—" I accused, breaking the kiss to speak, holding back the groans of frustration, the moans of pleasure threatening to spill out of my mouth as we dry humped each other.
"I never rejected you," he snapped, looking me dead in the eye to say the words, a deep frown gracing his forehead. "Baby girl, daddy's been rejecting me for you. There's a fucking difference. I'm not good enough. Don't you fucking see that?"
He put me down and stepped back one more time.
"Change your mind, Harmon. Change it one more time," I dared him, hooking my thumbs into my panties and yanking them down my thighs and legs. "Who the fuck are you to decide if you're good enough for me? This is the only choice you get tonight, daddy. Do you want to fuck me?" I asked, laying it all on the line.