All Yours Daddy.
Nuella arrived at Mr Devine’s house. She was currently in the waiting area with her face buried in her palm. A maid had taken her message and promised to be back after her boss replied. Nuella could not be any happier that she would not be meeting Mr Devine. She didn’t have the strength to look him in the eyes or even hold a conversation with him. She was too broken to speak.
A part of her life has been sabotaged, and she would be lying if she said didn’t hurt. This is whom she had grown up for. To be a renowned doctor, to save lives and to fulfil the itch that burned through her, and now, all of a sudden that dream, that part of her life has been crushed and sherreded by the person who knew just how to do it best.
Since she walked into the house, she had failed to notice what the house looked like, the only thing that mattered to her was to get the files and leave, perhaps return home and bury herself in her bed, and wail her helpless life out. Before thinking of better ways to strategize.
Mr Devine descended the stairs casually with his hands buried in his pocket. As soon as he got the news from his housekeeper that a lady was here in place of her father’s men to get some files, he dumped everything he was doing to come get a glimpse of her face.
. Mr Devine couldn’t identify this obsession that was consuming him, but it better be something he could handle, because he had yet to understand why he left his first-ever deal since he returned to come see a lady who probably didn’t care about anything other than the file.
A school had reached out to him as a mafia lord, seeking his protection. It was his first deal since he arrived here and it was one of the best, but that deal didn’t mean much to him as the sight of her. He had placed everything on hold to come catch a glimpse of her boobs and feel her butt with his palm, then further flirt with her.
Concern suddenly etched through him, as he walked in to meet her face buried in her palm. His brows knitted. It’s been a minute since he walked in and she had not even noticed his presence.
“Momma.” His tender yet baritone voice filled the room jolting Nuella off her trance. Nuella felt her heart leap as a spark invaded her system.
The familiar scent of his cologne invaded her nostril as she suddenly became conscious of not just his voice but the fact that no one ever called her ‘Momma’ aside him.
She exhaled softly beforee raising her gaze to meet him.
The sight of the 6’4 feet perfectly structured Mr Devine had her inner churning, undesirable heat crushing through her system. He was dressed in all black outfit. A pair of black pants and a black t-shirt that managed to hug his every muscle; the sleeve was rolled up to his arms, revealing his veiny and calused arm, three of his upper button was left undone, and underneath it was his ripped muscle that her hand badly desire to feel.
She swallowed in softly, her pussy tingling as she managed to tear her gaze from his marvelous physic.
“Good day.” came her very casual reply.
Devine’s brows knitted as concern squirmed through him. He could easily spot that she was going through something. He tore his gaze off her cleavage and focused on her teary eyes, ones that informed him of the pain she was trying so hard to conceal. However, he didn’t make a move, he just had his hands buried into his pocket, while his eyes examined the rest of her body.
“I am here to get the files.” She explained looking down.
Mr Devine clapped and a maid that was dressed in a two piece white and black maid outfit appeared with a file on her hand.
He stretched his palm and she dropped the files on his hand and bowed before walking away.
He passed the files to Nuella and she took it, still not sparing him a glance.
“Thank you. ” She whispered and turned to leave.
“Momma.” Mr Devine called and her legs halted at once. A rush of bubbles invaded her body, but she kept still, battling her lashes softly.
“Look at me.” He demanded in that hot baritone voice that she managed to differ. It took everything in her to differ him. She couldn’t look at him, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
He took a step closer and gripped her wrist, turning her to face him.
Tears rolled out of Nuella’s eyes as she turned to face him. Her head bowed, and he didn’t see the droplets of tears that were rolling down her cheeks.
“Hey” Mr Devine called in the softest of voices
“Look at me.” He demanded cupping her cheeks into his palm.
Nuella managed to stare into his soulful eyes, ones that unexpectedly held comfort.
Damn it! Mr Devine could feel his heart pounding. He didn’t know who made her cry, but he wouldn’t hesitate to drive a dagger into the chest of that bastard and have it split open.
“He… He.”” Her voice cracked as she tried to pick her words.
Not giving her a moment to feel alone, he pulled her into his arm, his huge arms wrapping around her petite body.
Nuella settled into the hug that took away her entire worries. She felt so small in his embrace, but this embrace took away all her worries.
She wrapped her tiny arms around his body and began to whisper.
“He took my dream from me. Father took my dream away from me. He doesn’t want me to be a nurse. No school will take me again. Not even the University of Bologna.” Her voice quivered as she made her declaration, sob my sob racking through her throat.
Mr Devine exhaled softly. His heart tightened. He had thought about her boyfriend. He thought someone else might have hurt her; he was willing to go to any length, even if he knew it was her father. He didn’t worry.
He pulled her out of the hug and slowly caressed her cheeks with his thump, his eyes caressing hers while her both hands held onto his wrist, managing to keep up with his burning gaze.
He moved the droplet of tears away from her cheeks and whispered.
“Don’t cry, Momma. I am here, I am here, okay?”
Nuella nodded her head softly, staring deeply into his eyes as she tried to bask in the comfort that his eyes were giving her and the solitude that suddenly stepped in.
Mr Devine’s gaze moved from her left eyes to her right, then to her lips, desiring the feel of her plump lips.
Holding her this close felt like torture, and not being able to do anything felt like torture. The softness of her cheeks against his thumb. The warmth of her palm against his wrist.
He ran his tongue over his lips as tension stepped in. Their heart began to beat softly in unison as their stare grew even more passionate.
Mr Devine lowered his eyes to her tempting lips. He moved his heavy closer and took her lips into his.
As his mouth covered hers, Nuella felt her eyes slide close and she lost consciousness of how she melted into the propelling and tender kiss.
She stood on her toes and threw her hands around his shoulder, letting his lips roam over hers as she basked in the pleasure of the kiss and the way his huge arms wrapped her tiny body up, propelling her into the kiss.
Nuella’s heart leaped and her breath quickened as he grabbed onto her waist, caressing it softly while kissing her hungrily like his life was dependent on it.
This was their first kiss, yet it felt passionate, more passionate than any kiss he had ever had with her boyfriend before.
Her pussy tingled and her toes curled as his tongues explored her entire mouth, kissing and licking her lips up like it was his first taste of wine and liquor.
His left hand moved away from her back, and a deep wave of heat flushed through her as he grabbed her neck closer, dominating her further into the kiss. This kiss that stole away her worries, and his firm grip that shielded her from the worries of life.
Nuella’s pussy tingled, as this soft kiss suddenly turned fierce. This kiss that was taking away her worries was slowly throwing her into the den of desire. The desire that was prohibited yet felt so right, the desire that she should not crave yet every organ of her body was pleased with it. Curiosity washed through her like the intrusive sparks of ecstasy that were dominating her entire body. If her heart was pounding, her toes were curling and she was shuddering this much because of a kiss, then how would having his finger on her clit make her feel.
Mr. Devine moved his hand from her back, groping her soft ass into his palm.
“Fuck..” a low throaty whisper escaped his lips as he felt the softness of her ass against his palm, one that he had craved so bad, one that had his cock twitched painfully with the urge to be buried deep inside of her.
He fondled softly on her ass, loving the feel. This was wrong, he attested to his inner self, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, from the tempting kiss that clouded his sense of reasoning or from the soft ass that propelled him to attempt the forbidden.
Subconsciously, he groped her ass cheeks and then spanked softly on it.
A low moan escaped Nuella’s lips, a moan that had his cock twitching as he imagined what it would feel like to bury his huge member inside her tight cunt and watch her moan helplessly. As his hands constantly caressed her ass, Nuella’s body shuddered as the impact of his action had her toes quivering and her wet pussy, coating her already wet pants.