I must have been crazy turning down such a juicy offer. She was only but a girl who was desperate to have her needs met.

And I certainly wouldn't give her what she needed. I wasn't made to believe such weak and easy tales.

I knew she had been stalking me, from the park, down to my house, to the office and the grocery store. I was bound to make her hate me, but that did not deter her one bit.

She seemed more spirited, skirting away from morals and needing to do the needful. She was someone I knew but didn't know. The thought of her breasts, thoughts that they could fill my hands had me aroused yet again.

One good thing was how I had willed myself in not giving in to the temptations of her alluring body, but I didn't know how long my self-control would last. So, she had to go.

I must snap out of all lucid dreams about her; I was old enough to become her father. Why then was I nestled deep in the thoughts of her?

I passed by her house when returning home, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I would be a bad man if I allowed myself to languish in her tender arms. Yes, I was already a terrible man pointing out the fact that she knew about my sexual escapades.

The thought of it twitched my manhood, and I caught myself thinking about ramming my meat in her.

"Oh, for the love of God." I slammed my palm to my head, got out of my SUV, and started towards the door while nodding to a greeting passed by the butler.

While bathing I heard snatches of creaks but doubted what I heard. It might probably be the cook, trying out some new recipes. I had to step out of my room in my fluffy robe as the noise grew.

Tory, the butler was wrestling with a scruffy kid, pulling her arm aggressively. I couldn't catch sight of the child's face; the silhouette only gave me the shape of a girl.

"Tory, what is going on here?" I asked.

Tory froze at the sound of my voice but never let go of the child's arm. "Sir, I'm so sorry. I don't know how she got in."

The girl stirred and skated her eyes towards me.

I'll be God-damned.

I supposed for fear of his job, Tory hadn't bothered to let me know about the intruder. The gates had tight security, how the hell had she gotten in?

Her eyes were blurred with tears, was she about to cry?

"Tory, that would be all."

"But sir, I'll have her thrown out this instant." His voice was firm.

"That would be all, Tory," I repeated, turning to face the girl.

When Tory's footsteps had receded, I walked closer to her meeting her gaze head-on. What I'd thought were tears were the state of her eyes, glassy like the sea.

"How did you get in?" I asked.

"I scrambled into the trunk of your car. You're my only hope, Mr. Raphael." She answered.

Her audacity spooked me, the same as her stalking on me. What in the world was wrong with her?

I should have thrown her out that instant, but I allowed myself to return to my room while she followed me.

"You have the guts," I smirked watching her intently as she shut the door behind her.

"I'm never giving up, sir." She flipped her hair back with a shaky hand.

I arched a brow. "You've broken your agreement. I could have you punished for dual offenses."

"You can punish me in different ways. If it would appease you."

My cock twitched behind the robe hearing that. Did she know what she was asking of me?

I laughed a short laugh, pushing myself to stand before her. Her hair was ragged, whipped by the rain which had poured earlier on, her boyish clothes clung desperately to her body.

"Do you know what you ask of me?" I asked, capturing her face in one of my hands.

Her skin burned beneath my touch, and her gasp only made my boner harder. I pushed a finger into her slightly opened mouth, thrusting it in while envisioning myself pounding her.

I shoved her gently so that she was jammed against the door, pressing my body on her even though she had been wet by the rain.

Her breath hitched while my breath ragged on, I wanted to kiss her and run my fingers through her damp hair. Her chest rose and fell as I found my hands cupping the exact breasts that had haunted me for hours.

She is but a girl, the thought stung. I collected myself, stepping back at once while meeting her shocked expression.

Was she expecting this to continue? I turned away, hiding the protruded bulge formed on my robe.

"If what you say about your predicament is true, I would help you." I knew why I was saying that. I wanted her out.

How could a girl like her turn me on? How long do I have to restrain myself from acting like the justified man that I was not?

"Take a shower, when you return, you shall have your cash given to you. And when you do, leave." I told her.

She must have been shocked, she did walk into the bathroom but returned clean and naked. I thought I must be running mad.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed still dressed in my robe when she stepped out from the bathroom. Her round breasts stood out while droplets of water drenched from her hair ran down her proud breasts. Her dotted areoles nestled her pointed rock-hard nipples. Tiny strands of curls rolled on her public area, making my hands ache to touch her right there.

Had she gone mad? What was she thinking?

All sense of reasoning raced out from me when she walked towards me, climbed to the bed to reach me. Then, she pulled off the sash knotted around my waist.

I was surrounded by a reeking confidence that had me shaken to the marrow. I had the instinctive nudge that Raphael Turner wanted me as much as I did. And when I found him still in his robe, I clambered to the bed, hoping for the worst. His eyes peered down at me as his sash loosened. One of his hands clamped down on mine.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

His voice yet held that commandeering tone. I tried a lazy smile and batted my lashes at him while I pushed back his hand. One push at his robe had me gasping in horror. He was huge down there and had me wondering if he would fit into me.

I had never done this before. What was I doing? To pull back would look stupid to him, so I must continue.

My eyes flickered back to his gaze while I grazed my hand on his broadened chest, marveling in self-delight how beautiful he was.

He watched me still never saying a word while my hands worked magic. My hands dived lower, combing through the mild curls surrounding his manhood. He was holding his breath while his organ reacted provocatively to my welcoming touches.

His manhood twitched and bobbed again when I pushed my hand circling the organ. I scoffed, enjoying the sweet torture I was rendering on him. He groaned, shutting his eyes briefly in ecstasy.

Despite my racing heartbeat, I wanted to learn more about his body. And before I could think of the next act, he pushed me into his body.

"Now, you ask for it." His tone was low, seductive, and titillating.

His lips captured mine. His mouth was hard, fierce yet soft underneath. I couldn't breathe. Inexperienced as I was, I sought to match his kissing skills, but when I found it hard to play it cool, I let him take the lead.

Maybe, I shouldn't be doing this, but he was doing something to my body that I wanted more.

"Mr. Turner," I moaned as his lips left mine seeking my breasts.

He didn't even know my name yet he was this good on my body. My breath ragged on, causing my senses to be numbed obviously.

"Why? Are you regretting turning me hard already?" He asked, tugging on my sensitive nipples.

My hands reached out, tugging the duvets while his gaze held mine.

"I know you've been following me," his tongue lapped around my areoles.

He was triggering sweet and strange explosives inside of me. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? I should have just taken the money and be gone from him.

He jerked up my pelvic region to his face, took a sniff and plunged a finger into my hole. "I don't ..think I'm ready for this," I rasped, holding back my breath.

If he knew that I was a virgin. He would stop, and I consoled myself with that. But that wicked smirk on his face told me otherwise. "Why would you stubbornly ask for it and then want me to stop?" He asked.

While he lapped at my labia, his hands cupped around my full breasts, squeezing them as if milk would be spilled from them. He paused after a while bringing back his tongue into my mouth.

"Tell me you want me inside you," he said.

I didn't want him inside me, not now, I thought. He pinched one of my breasts waiting for an answer.

"I wan..t... you," I gasped.

"Say it louder, with my name in it." He intensified the pain in my breasts.

"I want you, Mr. Raphael Turner," I said.

"Better." He smirked.

I felt his rod denting my stomach as he pulled me close. He sucked on my lower lips, sliding his tongue at intervals to embrace my tongue.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you're going want more of me." His tone was possessive.

Fuck me so hard. His voice re-echoed. "You're wet. So, fucking wet," he dung a finger into my hole, sucked on it, and kissed me afterward.

"Mr. Turner, I'm not ready," my eyes pleaded but my body proved me otherwise.

"You will be." He separated my legs, weighed himself between my legs as he cradled his dick in his hand.

My breath paced, anticipating his entrance. "I promise, I'll be slow. I know it's your first." He said into my ears, meeting the intensity of my gaze.

He knew. How wouldn't he have known? I certainly wasn't the first virgin he had fucked. The tip of his manhood caressed my clitoris, while he nudged my legs to his shoulders.

"Your labia are already swollen for me, baby. You're dying to have me. Tell me, why would you say you don't want this, but you do otherwise?" He leaned in again to kiss me, slowly driving into me.

Baby? Did he just call me baby? I thought to myself.

I gasped, holding to his back as a sharp pain gripped me. The pain seemed to stretch on endlessly as he thrust deeper. One of his hands covered my mouth as a wrenching scream tore out from me.

"Hold on, baby. I'm not all in." He said to me.

He wasn't all in! The words caused me a chill. Was he that huge? I felt him adjusting to fit himself in, he pushed himself to the hilt.

As the repetitive thrusts began, I couldn't shake off the sweet sensations that shot through my body. With each thrust, he kissed me, making my head numbed from double pleasures.

"Oh fuck," I didn't realize I'd moaned into his ears as he intensified the heat, thrusting faster with faster pace.

"Baby, baby...," he groaned, pausing before he thrust in one last time. Then he withdrew his rod. Immediately it began to convulse, and I watched him groan repeatedly.

Then, he kissed me again before disentangling himself from me. He watched me again, "come," he said.

"Come join me while we bathe," he finished.

I rolled off from the bed while we walked to the bathroom together. Raphael Turner who I'd thought was the devil's son was a sweet and caring man.

He took the lavender soap and rubbed it across my hair, breasts, and buttocks. Water from the shower washed down the suds as he began to scrub gently. His eyes never left my full breasts. His hands scrubbed, squeezed, and tantalized my sensitive nubs.

Was he growing hard again? I noticed as his rod grew hard and firm. He turned my back to him.

"Oh, God. Not in here, I thought shutting my eyes. I was already quite sore from his first entrance. How suddenly had he grown hard in a matter of minutes?

"Bend over," he ordered.

The sweet and caring man had vanished. The harsh and devil's son was being replaced. I did as he ordered, and he rammed his dick inside of me.

I felt his dick ram deeper while his hands gripped my hair from behind. His thrusts this time were harsh and faster. The shower only made the pain less bearable.

This time, I felt my body convulsing, and I knew for a certain that I was about to cum. This was what it felt like. This was it.

His hands grabbed my breasts from behind while he rode on fast, groaning loudly. And when he did come, he spilled onto my stomach.

****

He wouldn't even look at me after Tory; his butler had gotten me a new dress. He had his chauffeur drive me while giving me an envelope full of money.

I'd lied to my mother about how I had gotten a side job, and my boss had been kind enough to help me out after voicing out to him.

"Nessa, this your boss. I want to meet him." Mother said to me when we were with Raina.

"You want to meet my boss?" My heart jumped. Why won't my mother give it up?

"I mean it, Nessa. Who would give such a large amount of money for your sister without having met her in person?" Mother mused.

My tummy churned. How do I relay to her that I had given up my virginity for the money needed for Raina's treatment?

Raina eyed me from the bed. "How does your boss look like, Nessa? You never said anything about having a side job?" Raina was all smiles.

She was still 13, she wouldn't understand, I thought to myself.

"Does he look like that rich man that I call daddy?" Raina beamed.

What the hell? My eyes bulged. "Who do you call daddy again?" I put in curiously.

"You know whom I'm talking about." Raina giggled.

I should be thankful to Raphael Turner. It was absurd to say that I miss him. I still tasted him in my mouth. I still felt his rod entering my moist folds. I still felt like going back to him and having him kiss me senselessly whilst having me ask for more.

The door opened. The nurse entered followed by two men dressed in black. The men had in their hands baskets full of fruits and herbs.

"Mr. Raphael Turner sends his regards." One of the men said to Mother, giving her a bouquet.

"Is that for me!" Raina shrieked delightedly, trying to adjust into a sitting position but winced as pain shot through her.

I was stricken with shock but recovered and raced towards my sister to comfort her. "Be still," I said to her.

"Vanessa," Mum called out to me, as I wrenched my head towards her.

"Is Mr. Raphael Turner your boss?"

Should I continue in my lies, or would the truth set me free?