Thread: Paying For College (Becka x Father Figure)

Could his heart be any louder? There was always a disparity between the demeanor of a dominant man and the internal dialogue, something that few people wanted to give them credit or understanding for. They were supposed to be bastions of strength, men of will, unwavering in their approach and completely in control of every action that they indulged in. It was such a placid lie, they were human like everyone else, and this man was a live wire at that moment. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, testosterone blasting along his arteries, pure unadulterated need tearing up his insides. It was liberating to finally feel that, something he hadn't felt in years with his wife, but he was intelligent enough to understand that it was because of the taboo nature of it all. The hint of intrigue, the fear, the sickening understanding that he was somehow a pervert for wanting to touch the flesh of a little girl. Oh, deep down he knew she was a woman and perfectly legal...but still, that tiniest bit remembered her when she was young, and he felt that twist in his stomach like a knife at how wrong it was. He loved it. He wanted to give her the proper amount of time, not just for her sake to come to a true decision on whether she wanted to be there, but for his sake in order to protect everything that he was. He needed there to be no doubts amongst his coworkers, no doubts in her, and really no doubts in himself...though those would always exist unless he was lost in the moment. Safety was paramount and if he was going to indulge in this then he was not going to play around concerning it, he was going to make damned sure that he had her properly...especially if money was involved. You didn't pay for a piece of ass and not get your full value out of it...and thinking of her like that, thinking of her like she was a whore for his use, that was more intriguing than anything. It made him hard, kept him pulsing in his pants the entire time, ready to do more than just have a taste of her. His mind was already awash with terrible thoughts as he stood and finally adjusted his clothing, heading to the elevators to follow her down, his body shaking inside even as he kept himself from giving anything away. He felt like he was on fire. His shadow loomed in the entryway of the parking deck, his body shaking the tiniest of bits as he held back on his lust, hungering so terribly to touch her already. His physique bunched up underneath the suit, his clothing seeming to emphasize the lines of a middle aged man, still in his prime and horribly strong. His eyes searched the darkened area as he approached his car and noticing the panties just as he saw the hint of her sitting in the front seat. He paused to just look at her through the window, trying to decide if this was real or not, trying to get past the heady moment of arousal before he joined her. Though unlike the young lady, Robert slid into the back seat, letting the door fall shut as he slid over to offer her room...there was little secret as to what he was doing, his hands moving to his belt and suit pants, undoing the button and zipper to push them down and off...leaving him bare assed in the back seat. Those eyes glittered, his cock aching and thick, heavy with it's girth and resting on his thick inner thigh as he whispered. Come show me what you can do.