David’s POV.
Jesus fucking christ, my nerves-my whole body are on fire. Ever since Vera stepped into this room, looking smoking hot, I’ve been on fire.
I can’t concentrate on anything except
the “lady in white” she looks so charming. So dazzling I want to claim her as mine.
Still, though, I don’t understand why she’s here. How did she make it here? Was she friends with Anita before? I don’t understand
but her very presence is tempting me.
Hot body…it’s all I can think of when I look her way.
“So, when do you usually hold your charity gala?” Mr. Robinson’s words penetrate my messed up mind.
It’s only then that I remembered I’ve been talking with the man. I stutter as I search my mind for answers.
Have I held a charity gala before? I think to myself.
“Well…uh…” I stutter again as my eyes roam around again and I find Vera standing with Sage around the corner of the room. I don’t know when my stupid eyes land on those pert breasts. Such a full boobs.
What am I thinking? I shake myself mentally but before I think further, my dick forms a tent over my pants.
Fucking hell. I manage to slide my hand into my pocket to tamp down the arousal. That’s what looking at Vera’s boobs causes.
I hate it though…I hate the fact that literally all the men in the room have their eyes on Vera. She’s the spotlight of tonight’s party.
Even Mr. Robinson is no exception. I hear the man clear his voice and he leans closer and whispers to me.
“That daughter of yours is damn hot. I must admit. Super sexy.”
I nod in agreement, thinking he’s just admiring
and complimenting her but then, the bastard turn the compliment to lewd words.
“I wonder how she’s gonna taste…”
She’s mine, dude! I almost growl but I thankfully hold it in. But I’m seething. Angry. How dare he admire what’s mine?
Too dumb to notice the expression on my face, he goes on. “The girl’s pussy will so wrap tightly around my cock, man.” Lust laces his words.
I’m sure he must be hard now thinking of fucking Vera. Well, sorry to burst your bubble I won’t let that fucking happen.
He speaks again, this time…his voice is gruff. “I bet she’s of age. I don’t mind sharing her with my wife.” He tells me.
My eyes drop wide open at his words. He shares women with his wife? What kinda couple are they?
Oh, now I remember, I heard when that fucking horny yoga instructor was fucking Anita in the bathroom at the gym.
But to think she shares women with his wife? Strange. Yet…kinky.
He goes on. “My wife loves watching me ravage pussies. Sometimes we go foursome. I take the vagina one after another. Sometimes, she holds the women while I duck them. It’s
been our kink for years.”
I don’t know what to say, I just stare shocked. Mr. Robinson suddenly lets out bubbles of laughter.
“It’s crazy right but it keeps us together. With that, she knows I can’t cheat. I don’t fuck women anywhere else until I’m home and we bring them over. It’s been our thing for years, you know. And she doesn’t fuck outside too.” He says with confidence.
Well, too bad for him, Anita has been having another cock in her pussy.
“That’s incredible…” I say but from the corner of my eye, I see Vera coming closer.
Fuck, I can’t breathe. Fire of arousal is licking my insides, threatening to come outside and consume me.
I twitch-my whole body twitches and draws tight.
Oh, shit. I turn my mouth curve as I try to speak to Mr. Robinson but everything gets stuck. I can’t speak not with Vera being this close.
Yeah, she’s almost here. I instinctively raise my hand to touch her but…she shoulder passes me.
What? What just happened? Am I imagining things? Vera just…
“Oh, I’m sorry, sir!” Her shaky voice pulls me out of trance and I turn to look at her.
Then something similar to anger bursts through me. The strange man holds Vera’s hands to his chest, gazing down at her. Devouring her with his eyes. No, fucking her with his eyes.
My blood rages…. my throat closes up at the sight before me.
Is she doing that deliberately? I can’t think again. I’m all angry and about to break apart at the seams.
“It’s okay…pretty one.” The man utters gruffly.
Vera’s eyes are still on his, unmoving. Like slow motion, the man lowers their joined hands…bringing them to his…groin.
I narrow my eyes into slits as I see where their hands are perched slightly.
The heck is all this? All men want to damage this girl for me. They want to ruin her…but I will ruin her before they do.
Haha…wishful thinking, the voice in my head goes off…a hint of mockery apparent.
Hell, I want to ruin her for men! I cry like a baby inwardly, hating it all. Cussing, fussing.
“Oh, honey. Why don’t we go pop the Azul you bought?” Anita’s voice infuses into the air around us.
I instinctively turn and see the woman.
“Oh, my. I almost forgot. I bought the wine for this particular event. It cost me hundreds of dollars. C’mon David, let’s go pop it, yeah?” He taps on my shoulder and walks past me.
I take a moment to look back and I see Vera chuckling or laughing-whichever one it is. I don’t want people to start thinking or know my dirty feelings for her but trust me…I hate this as hell.
I wanna gut the man’s throat. Teach him never to touch someone’s woman.
“C’mon, Mr. Truman.” Anita urges me, completely unaware of what’s happening.
Like a crying baby refusing to go to school, I follow her…
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We pop the Azul, cheer and Mr. Robinson greets the whole guests then music follows.
Everyone in the room chatters and dances follows.
“Can I have this dance, sweetie?” Claire comes over to my side and purrs…
Unwillingly, she drags me into the dancing floor…fussing around me, gyrating my cock.
I can’t help it, despite being with another woman, I’m thinking about Vera. My eyes search around the room, looking for her…
And I find her, dancing away with the man.
I’ve never seen her this happy.
She swings around and the man pulls her to his chest, she crashes into him with a giggle.
My blood cools when I see her rolling her waist seductively against the man’s
body.
The dude grits his teeth, looking like he’s one step away from fucking Vera here and now.
I feel so powerless. I just want to go over there and rip her away from the dude.
Oh, shit…. I cuss both from watching Vera enjoying herself in another man’s arms to feeling Claire’s hand over my dick.
She steps on her tiptoes, leaning closer to le and then she whispers.
“Let’s go upstairs and have a good fuck, sweetie. I can see you’re hard…” She unzips my pants and traces her hand over my hard-on.
I hiss through my teeth. Hating it. Yet loving it.
I’m a man, you can’t blame me but it’s not her touch that I want…I want Vera.
“Not here, Claire…” I growl…
She doesn’t stop though, Claire slides her face away from my ear, her hand around my neck and chest. She brings her face to mine and takes my lips in a kiss without warning.
She churns her lower lips over mine, her tongue seeking entrance. Claire holds my head lower, taking from my lips. Showing me just how aroused she is.
Then she whispers against my lips…
“Please, I need you to fuck me. I’m so wet down here…” She begs.
“Claire…no. I can’t do this shit here…” I tell her, disagreeing with her suggestion.
“I can’t stay a minute without having this cock inside me…” She grabs me, almost pulling me out in public but I hold her hand…
“Don’t do this Claire…”
While I’m still talking, Claire drags me away from the dance floor…away from prying eyes into the dimly lit hallway.
“Claire….”
Fuck…
She goes down on me and takes an inch of my cock into her mouth…
To be continued…