Authors: Ashley Antoinette
Guilty Gucci (2 page)
A knock at the door interrupted her relaxation and she quickly stood to her feet. The wine hit her all at once and her head spun slightly, reminding her that she was a lightweight. The buzz made her entire body tingle, hardening her nipples as the cold air hit them. She got out of the tub and wrapped herself in the plush hotel robe.
KNOCK KNOCK!
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she called out. Chanel opened the door to greet room service, but was hit with the unexpected when Faugner stood sternly before her. He looked at the glass in her hand and removed it before walking inside. “The front desk called me to let me know that the mini-bar was being used,” he said.
“I thought I would have a drink,” she said as she closed the door and took her glass back from him. “You let me drink at dinner tonight.”
“I let you have one glass,” he corrected. “It’s attractive for a woman to know her limits. I don’t ever want you to become a lush. Drunk women make foolish decisions.”
Chanel walked toward Faugner, the robe hanging loosely off of her shoulders. Her wet skin glistened and Faugner noticed the tautness of her breasts as they sat upright, perky from youth and inexperience. He quickly diverted his eyes back where they belonged ... on Chanel’s face.
“I won’t become one. I have you to look after me. You always take care of me,” she said before she took the glass to her lips and finished the entire drink. Her head spun slightly as the premium wine took its effect. Enjoying the way that it was making her feel, Chanel waltzed over to the mini-bar to retrieve another bottle.
“Chanel, stop while you’re ahead,” Faugner warned as he approached her. Chanel chuckled softly and opened the bottle.
“Relax, you don’t have to act so parental. You are not my father,” she reminded. “We can have a little fun.”
She tilted the bottle to her lips and wrapped her entire mouth around the nozzle as she let her tongue lap up the wine. She was feeling it and the liquor had made her bold. Releasing her of her inhibitions and making her feel sexy, powerful, in control.
Faugner reached for the bottle, but she quickly put it behind her back. “If you want it you’ll have to get it,” she said mischievously. She had always found her stepfather attractive. His good looks appealed to her, but now that she was partially drunk she grew the guts to flirt openly with him.
“You’re drunk, Chanel ... Just give me the bottle so that we can call it a night,” Faugner said with impatience as he stepped closer to her to reach behind her back. His body pressed against hers, pinning her against the small desk. She sat her bottom down on top of it and he stood between her thighs.
“You want it?” she asked as she pulled it from behind her back. She removed the robe, exposing her bare body. “Come and get it.” Chanel poured a small amount of wine on her bare breasts and spread her legs seductively. The wine had her flower budding and she was ready for it to be plucked. Her clit throbbed and she heard Faugner’s breath catch in his throat as the wine dripped from her perky breasts, down her stomach, and ended in a puddle between her legs.
He reached for the robe and pulled it back over her shoulders.
“What are you doing? You’re seventeen,” he hissed harshly.
Chanel smiled because she knew that he was trying to do the right thing, but the imprint of his hard dick showed through his slacks. For the first time she felt how much power her womanhood gave her and it turned her on to know that she had caused the swell in his pants. She pulled the robe back down and rubbed his swollen package through his slacks. “I want you to fuck me, daddy,” she said.
She stood and began to kiss his neck as she wrapped her arms around him. He dodged her advances, moving his face from side to side. “Chanel, wait... stop,” he said as he wrestled with her, trying to keep her from touching him in his most sensitive of places.
“I would but you don’t want me to,” she replied. She stuck her tongue in Faugner’s mouth and pressed her pussy against him as she grinded into him. She was so wet that she left his pants slick. A guttural moan escaped his lips ... betraying his protesting position.
“I feel good don’t I?”
“Chanel ... I’m flattered, but you’re my daughter,” he said. “You have to stop. This isn’t right. Stop, stop!” He grabbed her roughly as if he could shake the sense back into her, but Chanel was persistent. Lust had taken over her and she desperately wanted to feel him inside of her. Her clit was throbbing with so much intensity she was sure it had its own erotic pulse.
“I’m your wife’s daughter and I do everything that she should be doing for you except fuck you,” she replied. “I cook for you ... I clean for you ... I wash your clothes and rub your shoulders after work ... but at the end of the night you fuck her. I go to sleep with my hands in my panties at night while I listen to you grunting and her moaning through the walls. We both know you should be fucking me. Her old pussy isn’t what you want. You see my face when you fuck her don’t you?”
Hearing Chanel say such dirty things only made Faugner’s dick brick more. It was true that he had fantasized about her many times before but he had never intended to act on it. Now that she was here spread out in front of him like a beautiful buffet, his most carnal instincts urged him to have his way with her. His dick throbbed as she gyrated against him, making him feel as if he would bust at any moment. “Stop,” he protested.
“Okay,” she said as her fingers fiddled with his belt. “I’ll stop but this is my room. If you really want me to stop all you have to do is leave.” Chanel paused and looked up at Faugner. “You leaving?” she asked.
Faugner knew that this situation was dead wrong, but his feet were frozen in place. He didn’t move and Chanel smiled as she removed his manhood from his Polo drawers. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Oohhh fuck me. Teach me not to give your pussy away.”
Plagued with passion, Faugner couldn’t resist her and he grabbed her waist, lifting her in one swift motion onto his dick.
He backed her up until her back hit the wall and then he put a pounding on her young wetness. She sucked him in like a vacuum and he clenched his ass cheeks as he moved with skill, in and out of her. It felt wrong, but Faugner didn’t care. It was too late to turn back and the sex was better than anything he had ever felt because the way that her pussy was absorbing his dick made it all right. His chocolate stick was swallowed by her gushiness as he grunted in her ear. Chanel was in heaven and she matched him stroke for stroke, thrusting her hips forward as she took the dick like a pro. The girth and size of him was more then she had ever experienced and she was loving his grown-man stroke as they fucked to a silent rhythm. “I love you. I love you ... ooooh I love this dick. This feels so good.”
Chanel had never had grown-man dick before and it was nothing like the little teenybopper boy toy who she had let take her virginity. Her body was being worked over by a seasoned lover and she melted at his touch. He carried her to the bed, not even coming out of her to walk, and then placed her down atop the stark white duvet. He dug deeper into her, digging out her guts as she moaned loudly, crying out in pleasure ... in ecstasy. It was overwhelming to her young body and most certainly overwhelming to her young mind. The orgasm that overcame her body caused involuntary tears to fall down her cheeks. Their bodies intertwined, twisting from one position to the next without ever losing their rhythm and when they reached their climax they both groaned while holding each other tightly.
Faugner pulled out of her and released himself on her stomach as his head fell back in utter ecstasy.
Faugner looked down at Chanel and a thousand guilty bricks brought him back to reality. “This should have never happened. You know that right?”
Chanel nodded her head, unsure of what to say. She was speechless ... He had left her breathless.
He looked down at her and shook his head. Chanel was the most beautiful young girl he had ever met and the last thing he wanted to do was to take advantage of her. He had fallen head over heels for her from the moment he laid eyes on her. It wasn’t until she opened Pandora’s box did he realize that there was more to his attraction than familial affection. Chanel was everything he would ever want in a woman. Ambitious, wild, witty, submissive to a man, beautiful ... her only flaw was her youth. They belonged to two completely different generations and no one would ever understand. He was taking statutory risks by even being in her room. Chanel expected him to leave, but instead he crawled into her bed and pulled her into his arms.
“You’re young,” he whispered solemnly.
“I know,” she replied. She reached behind her and found his manhood and massaged it gently, feeling it grow in her hands.
“I care for you, Chanel. I do and I will do anything for you. No one can know about this ... about us,” he said as he held her from behind while whispering the words in her ear.
“Us?” she asked as she turned around to face him. Her eyes were glazed slightly but they were hopeful, as if he held the key to her happiness in his hands.
“This ... no one can know about this,” he corrected. “I will always take care of you, Chanel ... but Lidia is my wife, whether I like it or not. This thing with you doesn’t change that. This has to be between us.”
“I just want you to myself anyway. I won’t say anything to anyone,” she whispered. She positioned herself on top of his hard body and slid down onto his girth. Its thickness parted her walls as she mounted him. He put his hands on her hips and watched her as she rode him slowly, her mouth falling open in an O of satisfaction. They sexed all night until the sun came up and they finally collapsed from exhaustion. Chanel talked Faugner into extending their trip to New York one more day and the beginning of a love affair was forged right there amid the chaos of the city streets. They had everything in common but age. Nothing could have prepared Chanel for the hold that Faugner put on her. It was the greatest love she had ever felt ... and the greatest one she would ever lose.
Temptation and lust made it hard for Chanel to stay away from Faugner. Even after they returned to their home in D.C. their sexual trysts continued. As their relationship flourished, her mother’s relationship with Faugner diminished and Lidia was beginning to notice the change.
Months passed and Lidia was slowly losing her husband to her daughter. She could no longer satisfy him in bed ... in fact her body turned him off. Chanel’s breasts stood firm and round without the assistance of an underwire. Her hips and thighs had no cellulite; her stomach bore no stretch marks. She had none of the imperfections that came along with being a grown woman. She was still flawless and youth was on her side. Time had betrayed Lidia and her husband was drawn to a younger woman ... to her daughter.
“Good morning,” Faugner said as he walked up behind Chanel as she poured herself a cup of hot tea. “I miss you.”
Chanel smiled. “I miss you too,” she whispered back as she craned her neck to make sure that Lidia was nowhere in sight. “Your wife has been taking up a lot of your time lately.” It had been an entire month since the last time they had been intimate with one another. Lidia had been keeping close tabs on Faugner, which made it extremely hard for him to ever get too close to Chanel. “Are you having sex with her?” Chanel asked with a tone of resentment in her voice. She knew that she had no right to pose such a question, but her young heart was involved. She couldn’t help but to be jealous.
Before he could respond the sound of stiletto heels against marble tile floors interrupted them as Lidia descended the stairs. Faugner put some distance between himself and Chanel as they both went about their morning routine normally.
“If I don’t get out of here soon I’m going to be late for brunch with the ladies ... I swear I don’t know why I even entertain these gossiping-ass floozies ... I should just cancel,” she fussed as she applied her earrings and sighed in exasperation. She grabbed her clutch and turned toward Faugner. “Will you be home when I return this evening?” she asked.
“Depends on how things go at the office. I’ll call you if I’m going to be late,” he responded as he sat down to the meal that Chanel had made him.
“You own the firm. I don’t know why you just can’t leave when you want to leave,” Lidia complained.
“I leave exactly when I want to leave,” he responded as he sipped his coffee as he absently pretended to read the morning paper.
Lidia walked behind her husband and wrapped her arms around his neck as she bent over to kiss his neck. She had known him long enough to know that if she wanted to get her way she needed to use sugar not shit. “I love you, baby. I had a sexy surprise for you tonight. I wish you’d come home early,” she crooned.
Chanel’s hands shook as her eyes misted. She was glad that her back was toward them because they couldn’t see her tears. She hated that she had to share the man she loved with another woman ... her mother at that! She wiped her face and took her own plate to the table. She sat across from Faugner and her bottom lip curled in contempt as she eyed the couple. Faugner could feel the tension coming from Chanel and he removed Lidia’s hands from his body. “I’ll call if I’m going to be late,” he said shortly.
The sound of the house phone was a quick escape for Chanel, who jumped at the opportunity to answer it.
Other books
Webdancers by Brian Herbert
A Bride for Tom by Ruth Ann Nordin
Scheisshaus Luck by Pierre Berg; Brian Brock
Bound by Magick 4-in-1 Box Set (Pentacles of Magick) by Eliza Gayle
The Dragon' Son by Kathryn Fogleman
Full Court Devotion by Cami Checketts
City of the Lost by Will Adams
Fish in a Tree by Lynda Mullaly Hunt
Granddad's House (On Geneva Shores) by Vale, Kate
Temperance: Biker Romance (The Davis Chapter Book 2) by Lynn, Davida
