Taking care of her filled a need in me that I hadn’t realized was missing. My niece, Ashley, was different. Yes, I took care of her, but being a little girl’s uncle and being Mary’s Daddy were two very, very different things.
My last serious girlfriend had never let me take care of her. She’d pushed and fought me every step of the way and I’d loved her enough to take a step back and only give her what she needed. Perhaps that was why it hadn’t worked. I needed more. I needed to be in control and feel like I was making a difference in her life. But my ex hadn’t wanted me hovering or interfering in her life or her decisions. I’d been on the sidelines and realized, after a few short months that I wasn’t important to her other than as a sex toy. Someone to talk to. A buddy, not a man.
I’d put my needs second, only rediscovering them now, with someone new.
Mary.
She needed me. She let me take care of her. When I held her in my arms I felt invincible, like a real life superhero and I wasn’t willing to give that up. Not when I knew she needed me as much as I needed her. Sure, there was a difference in our ages, but fuck that. She was mine. Mine to pamper and spank and make smile. Mine to hold on my lap and soothe. Mine to fuck until she was a sweaty, quivering mess.
Just…mine. And I wanted her back. I wanted her forever.
I got out of my car and walked toward the front door. I stretched my arm out to ring the bell, but before I could, the door swung open and Mary jumped into my arms. Skin against skin, I felt her cheek on the crook of my neck. It was slightly damp as she’d suddenly begun to cry when she saw me.
“Baby…” I said, stroking her hair. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I carried her into her house. “Don’t cry. I’m here now. Daddy’s here.”
“H-how…?” she stuttered. She’d quieted down with the crying but was still tearing up. “Y-you’ve never b-been…”
“Jane…I asked her to give me your address, and I made sure to come over when your mom isn’t home. She’s not here, is she?”
Mary shook her head quickly and buried her head again against my neck again. I felt her warm breath against my skin, and at the tingling sensation, I couldn’t control my dick starting to get harder. She had that effect on me, and it probably didn’t help that her breasts were squished against my chest.
“Let’s go to my room,” she said, and I made a move toward the staircase. Mary pointed to her bedroom. I placed her on the bed and she crawled backwards to rest against the headboard. I did the same and wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me.
“You haven’t been answering my calls and messages…Jane said your mother would confiscate your phone, but she’d let you have it for one hour each day…” At that, I couldn’t help but tilt my lips downwards into a frown. I wanted to break something every time I called and messaged Mary and she didn’t respond.
“W-what…?” I watched as Mary’s eyes widened in shock. “I never received anything from you…” She looked away for a moment, in deep thought, before she met my eyes again. “Unless my mother erased everything. I wouldn’t put it past her. She kept telling me how you were just using me. I’m young and inexperienced while you’re so mature and worldly. My mom has been with a lot of guys, so I trusted her when it came to relationship advice…she told me successful guys like you never go for girls like me. That you probably fucked me for the fun of it and were going to move on. You go for successful, independent, badass women who know how to…”
She choked on the last and in that moment I really didn’t like her mother very much for playing on Mary’s insecurities like that.
My hands balled into fists, and I exhaled deeply to control my temper. Good thing her mother wasn’t home or else I would’ve done something that could make Mary hate me.
“Bullshit,” I said quickly. “You’re perfect, Mary. You’re smart and fun and beautiful. Your laugh makes me happy and you’re kind. Caring.”
She cried harder and when I asked what was wrong, she didn’t answer me, but the blush on her cheeks did.
My innocent young woman needed another kind of reassurance. I buried my hand in her hair and lifted her lips to mine so I could talk against them. As I did so, I worked my hand down the front of her sweats, right under the hot, wet folds of her pussy lips so I could rub her clit. “You’re perfect in bed. So hot,” I dipped my fingers inside her hot core and rubbed her juices onto her clit. “So wet. You’re always so wet for me. I love fucking you and your sweet, tight pussy.” I rubbed harder and she lifted her hips off the bed, pressing into my hand as I kissed her neck and pushed her down on the bed. I was not going to fuck her in her room, not when her mother could come home any moment. But I was going to make sure she knew how I felt about her, how fucking beautiful and perfect she was.