Chapter 3 Her Panties

WILDERN MARCHETTI

Bringing her wet panties close to my face, I breathed in her scent. She smelled so good like I knew she would the very fucking moment she stepped into the venue.

"Fuck" I groaned, readjusting in my seat as my other hand undid my flyer and let my hard cock out.

I wrapped her panties around my cock and groaned in the pleasure and sight of the lacy material wrapped around my hard cock.

Daphne...

She had gotten me so fucking hard. That innocent face of hers and that innocently sexy body she had...

The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew instantly that I wanted her but I was going to wave off that lust. Until I stepped into the garden and found her there. If I thought she was sexy inside the fucking hall, I had been in for a sexier version of her under the moonlight.

"Shit!" I cursed as I jerked my cock off with her panties.

Her sweet moans, the way that pretty face contorted into a look of pleasure and the way she came on my fingers right there...

Every scene replayed in my head as I jerked off my hard, needy cock. If that bastard, whoever it had been hadn't called her, I would have slid my cock into her panties and fucked her thighs before cumming in her panties and having her pull it back on.

Fuck! It would have been mad sexy to have her go back in there with my cum in her panties.

The interrupting bastard!

She was such a good girl, letting me finger fuck her pussy. And I knew well enough that she could be more of a good girl if I had her in my grasp.

Yet, what the fuck had I done? Finger fucking a woman I knew nothing about was not my thing to do.

Her pretty lips would look so fucking good wrapped around my fucking cock.

"Hell! Suck my cock" I moaned, throwing my head back as the imagination filled my head.

Her mouth sucking me so good and her tongue working around my cock and at the tip.

My hand worked faster on my cock as the picture in my head grew wilder. I was so close to cumming from jerking off to a girl I had only met tonight.

Fuck! I wasn't like this. I was a man of control. No one fucking got to the point I was without having a crazy amount of control over himself and his fucking cock but right now, I could feel that control slipping away.

"Fucking hell! I am going to cum" I groaned as my balls tightened with my cum.

"Oh shit!"

The lacy panties. My hard cock. My pre cum.

"Cumming!" I gritted the word out of clenched teeth as I came all over the panties and my hand.

I threw my head back and drew in long breaths. I had just finished cumming but I was still hard.

"Daphne" I groaned her name as I glanced at my cock.

She was the one behind this. I never lost control like this. She was the one who made it happen.

Damnit, if only I had pulled her back, pressed her against a tree and fucked her....

Shit! That was gone. She was gone and we probably would never meet again. This crazed lust of tonight would never occur again.

My cock throbbed and I groaned.

I wanted her on my bed. I wanted to break that shield of innocence that seemed to be all around her the moment I laid my gaze on her.

I wanted to see what she would look like well pleasured and well fucked.

'Wildern, what the hell are you thinking?' a more reasonable part of me asked.

I shouldn't want her actually. She looked so young. And while I needed my woman younger than I was, thirty year olds worked just fine. She... Daphne had to be in her early twenties.

I had never been a man to go after young pussies like hers but after having a taste of her pussy juice, my head felt mushed up.

But yet, I was a man of control and wasn't going to let that control slip away. She was probably the daughter of one of the men at the event.

While I could very well deal with scandals, I didn't fancy them. And Daphne... She had looked so fragile and while breaking her fragility could be so good, I didn't think she deserved to get entangled with me.

"Just stay out of my fucking sight from now on" I groaned.

As long as I never saw her again, everything would be just fucking fine. And what were the chances that I would ever see her again? Close to zero.

DAPHNE

Stupid. Horny. Silly. That was what I had been last night. I had no idea how I had lost myself to the charming looks of that man.

I could still very well recall what he looked like under that moonlight and I could almost breathe in his cologne till now.

I could hardly believe what I had done! I had let him touch me and I had cummed twice to it. I had never cummed twice in a row. I mean I wasn't a very active person sexually but the few times I touched myself, I could only reach orgasm once and it had never felt that soon, that intense. But that wasn't the worst part! I had left my panties for him! I had let him take my panties away.

I saw my cheeks heat up with a bright blush as I looked at myself in the mirror. I tucked my hair behind my ears and sucked in a deep breath.

Last night was gone and it was best I forgot about it. I might never see that man again anyways.

But what if I did? What if he found me like he had said? What would I do?

I... I had felt so good and something told me he could make me feel even more of it.

"Daphne please" I smacked my head hard, getting the thoughts out of my head before grabbing the brush and running it through my hair.

"Daphne!" I heard my uncle's voice and I shot up from the chair.

He pulled the door open and walked into the room.

"Yes uncle?"

"Are you ready? We have to go now"

"I am ready but may I know where we are off to today, uncle?" I asked.

It was weird for me to go out last night and still have to go out this morning too.

"Well, if only you had stayed inside the venue, we would have probably gotten some deals that would help me pay the interest of that damn loan. We are going to see Wildern Marchetti and put that beautiful look of yours to good use to ensure that the bastard doesn't have our heads on the stakes for not being able to pay back yet."