His to Protect: A Second Chance Billionaire & Virgin Romance

by Vivien Vale

  “Fine?” I pout.

  He leans over and plants a kiss on my cheek.

  “Beautiful, angelic, gorgeous.” His lips caress my face.

  “Stop it,” I giggle and quickly get out of the car. My parents are sticklers for punctuality.

  The door opens as my feet scrunch on the fine pebble garden path leading to the front of the house. I stop to smell one of the roses. Its scent is intoxicating.

  “Hello, love.” Mum comes out to greet me. We hug. I relish the cuddle before I pull away to introduce Todd.

  “Mum, meet Todd.” I step aside so Mum can see him. “Todd, this is my mother, Olivia.”

  “It’s an absolute pleasure and privilege to meet you, Mrs. Palmer, a woman of such beauty, elegance, and talent.” Todd bows and kisses the back of my mother’s hand.

  She giggles like a little schoolgirl and winks in my direction.

  “My, my, Sophie.” She links arms with me and motions Todd to follow. “You’ve caught a real charmer here, haven’t you?”

  Once we are inside, Mum lets go of my arm.

  “Come into the dining room. I’ll just walk ahead to let your father know you two have arrived.”

  Todd stops next to me.

  “Your mother is something else,” he whispers in my ear. “I feel like one of those teenagers meeting their idol for their first time.”

  I chuckle.

  “My mother has that impression on most people.” I take his hand. “I hope you didn’t pee yourself with excitement.

  “Well…” Todd doesn’t finish the sentence.

  We laugh.

  “I can see how you would feel pressure living up to expectations,” Todd speaks quietly.

  “Wait till you meet my father, and you’ll really understand where I’m coming from.”

  Todd pulls out my chair, and I sit down.

  “Such good manners are rare these days,” observes Mum who has come back into the room.

  “Sophie, what a delight to find you here today.”

  I push my chair back and run to greet Dad. His arms wrap around me. I must make sure to visit more often.

  “Hi, Dad,” I say and kiss his cheek.

  Dad shakes Todd’s hand, and they exchange the usual pleasantries, all while M

  um busies herself with serving our lunch.

  “So my gorgeous favorite daughter, how’s the big film coming along?”

  “I’m your only daughter,” I tease Dad and take a mouthful of food.

  “No need to become a pedant,” retorts Dad and pours Todd some wine.

  “What’s the answer to how is the film coming along?”

  “Fine.” I’m reminded of Emma’s comments.

  “I must say, Soph…I’m really impressed. You have taken on such a huge amount of responsibility. It takes guts, real guts to agree to direct a film and be one of the main stars in it.”

  A lump forms at the back of my throat. Is there something wrong with Dad? He rarely pays me compliments of this magnitude.

  “Can I say, Mr. Palmer,” Todd chimes in, “your daughter, Sophie, is amazing. She has so much talent.”

  My dad winks at me and picks up his glass.

  “A toast to our Sophie. May her film be a huge success and an Oscar contender.”

  “Hear, hear,” echoes Mum and Todd.

  Mechanically I sip from my drink. Those negative, bitchy comments from Emma just won’t leave me alone.

  “You know,” Dad lowers his voice conspiratorially. “I have it on good authority your film is being watched closely by member of the Oscar panel.”

  “Dad.” I wag my finger in his direction. “Is this one of your stories?”

  He shakes his head.

  “No, I’m serious. A very close friend of mine is on the panel and told me the other day there were high hopes for your film. And not just for one Oscar, no…for several.”

  Todd hangs on every word of my Dad’s and nods.

  “Wait till you see the finished product, Mr. Palmer.”

  “Hugo. Please call me Hugo, young man.”

  “Sophie’s a fantastic director. She’s able to see things others don’t. I have a lot of respect for her, and she really brings out the best in all of us.”

  My mother nods.

  “Yes, Sophie’s very good. Once she sees for herself how good she is, she’ll be unstoppable.”

  All this praise makes me feel uncomfortable.

  Todd rests his hand on my back. He smiles at me.

  “I think Todd’s exaggerating just a little,” I finally chime in. “Filming is going fine. You know what filming is like.” I turn to Dad. He nods and smiles.

  “Not every day is going to be a perfect day, sweetheart,” he says, and I wonder if he senses my inner turmoil.

  Dad can read me like an open book. I find it difficult to hide things from him.

  By the time we get to dessert, we have solved some of the major problems in the world. We may not have solved world peace, but we’ve come a long way toward working out what is needed to feed the poor and make sure people get on better with each other.

  “Let’s have coffee on the veranda,” suggests my mum, and we follow her.

  On the way, Todd stops to admire some family photos, the kind every family has on display. Some of them are of me.

  “This is my favorite,” Dad points to a photo where a little girl sits in the director’s chair with a megaphone in her hand.

  “A born director.” Dad’s voice is filled with pride.

  “And stunning to look at as well,” adds Todd.

  By the time we say our farewells, it is near dark, and Todd waits in the car for me.

  Mum holds me by the arm and looks me in the eyes.

  “Be careful, dear.” Her voice is serious, as is her expression. “I know he’s a looker and on the surface seems like the real deal…but be careful. We have all seen what he can be like in the media.”

  I kiss Mum and promise I will be careful.

  Now isn’t the time to tell her that there is another side to Todd, a side I’m getting to know and like.

  21

  Sophie

  Stop thinking about it, I tell myself, trying push my Mum’s words to a deep corner of my mind. Easier said than done, of course.

  Truth be told, I’m falling for Todd—and I’m falling fast and hard. My heart jumps inside my chest each and every time I see him, and my whole body seems to be aching for his 24/7. For God’s sake, I even took him to my parent’s house for dinner. I never did that, not even in what I thought to be my serious relationships.

  “You alright?” He asks me as we drive back to the city, his Porsche’s engine roaring as we make our way through the freeway.

  “I am,” I nod, looking at him and sucking in a deep breath.

  I let my gaze linger on him, taking in every single line on his face, and I feel every inkling of doubt and fear I have, simply fading away.

  If I’m falling for him, so be it.

  “Want me to take you home?” He asks me again, throwing me a carefree smile.

  “No,” I reply, laying my hand on top of his knee. “I want to go back to your place.”

  “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he grins, and I bet he’d floor the accelerator if it weren’t for the fact I’m inside the car with him.

  He might try to act and look like a bad boy, but deep down, Todd cares about everyone around him. God, I can’t believe I’m saying this about him…just a few days ago I thought he was an intolerable asshole, and now here I am.

  When we finally park on the underground garage, Todd jumps out from his seat and makes his way around the car. He opens the door for me—just like a true gentleman—and offers me his hand. I take it, and allow him to lead me to the elevator.

  With each step I take, my heart seems to drum faster and faster.

  Inside the elevator, I press my back against the wall, and simply stare into his eyes. He does the same, allowing that sweet electricity to cr
ackle in the distance between our bodies. We remain like that during the climb up, the tension between us growing so fast, it’s almost surprising I haven’t jumped on him yet.

  “I got something for you,” he tells me as we step inside his apartment. He makes his way toward the bedroom, and then he heads out a few seconds later, holding a silk nightgown on his hands.

  “Don’t tell me you keep women’s clothes around just in case,” I tell him, arching my eyebrows and placing both hands on my hips.

  “No,” he laughs as I take the nightgown from his hands, “I got this just for you. You know, just in case you wanted to sleep over,” he adds, and I can’t help but notice he’s slightly embarrassed. Even though Todd seems to have a reputation with the opposite sex, he doesn’t seem too comfortable with this kind of intimacy.

  Smiling at him, I take the nightgown off his hands and start undressing right in front of him, fully knowing that his eyes are devouring each and every inch of my naked skin. Slipping inside the nightie, I do a full turn in front of him and then stop, looking into his eyes as my heart kicks hard against my chest.

  Before I know it, he’s on me.

  He leans in, parting his lips. Slowly, he brushes his lips against mine, and then we succumb to a kiss, one full of desire, our tongues aching for each other.

  He grabs me by the hair, forcing me to throw my head back as his lips reach for my neck, and I can feel my pussy growing wet with anticipation.

  Finally letting go of my hair, he allows his hands down the side of my body, taking them to the nightgown, and pulling it by the lace in the front, his fingers brushing over my breasts.

  After giving my breasts a squeeze over the fabric, he continues sliding his hands down my body and lowers himself, his fingers going for the hemline of my nightgown.

  He hooks his fingers on it and pushes it all up, revealing my naked breasts as I lift my arms, allowing him to undress me.

  After glancing at my naked breasts, a hunger dancing on his eyes, he lowers himself again. He pushes my thong to the side, his fingers reaching my clit and rubbing around it in circles. Then, he grabs the elastic band on my thong and pushes it down my legs with a single movement, exposing my soaking wet pussy.

  Each second we’re not touching is a complete waste of our precious time, so, I reach for his shirt quickly, unbuttoning it all and taking it off him as fast as I can. My lips reach for his again, as my hands start sliding down his chest, draw a path until they reach his belt.

  Still kissing him fiercely—and without seeing what the hell I’m doing—I allow instinct to guide me and start to unbuckle his belt. Then I press my hand on his crotch; his cock is already pulsing inside his pants, aching for my touch.

  I pull his belt out and then pull the zipper down. Pulling out from our kiss, I grab his pants with both hands and push them down as hard as I can.

  Then I press my hand again on him, feeling the bulging shape underneath his boxer briefs.

  I go down on my knees and lean in, taking my mouth toward his thighs. I lick the fabric of his boxer briefs, making him go crazy. He reacts by moving his hips closer to me, giving me no choice but to grab his boxers and yank them down his legs.

  His huge cock springs free in a fraction of a second, almost hitting me in the face. Oh God, I want it in my mouth, and I want it right now.

  Stepping out of his clothes, he kicks them to the side and then offers me a wicked grin.

  “Is this what you want?” He teases me, wrapping his fingers around the base of his shaft.

  He holds his cock up and away from my mouth. Smiling, I push my tongue out from between my lips; instead of his cock, though, he places his balls on my tongue. I can tell they’re full and more than ready for my lips.

  After sucking on both of them, I roll my tongue back and forth over the tip of his cock. I wrap my lips around the head, taking only the tip inside of my mouth.

  With my eyes closed, I lick his tip softly, tasting the little drops of pre-cum on my tongue, and savoring its saltiness. Then, I start kissing his shaft before taking it all in my mouth.

  I start slowly, and as he moves his thighs towards me, I begin to go faster.

  I move my mouth down to allow his cock to slide in deeper. Once it hits the back of my throat, I can’t help but be surprised at myself for taking such a huge cock all the way inside me. But I can do better.

  Grabbing the back of my head, he pushes in even deeper. His cock is slipping in deeper, his balls resting on my chin. His hand is gripping my hair tightly, forcing me to take that massive shaft even deeper into my throat. He isn´t being gentle now but, God, I love it when he’s being rough.

  Placing a hand on either side of my head, Todd pushes his cock harder into my mouth.

  I stretch my lower jaw open, my lips stretching to take his length all the way to base of his cock.

  I bob my head faster, keeping my hand wrapped around his shaft at the same time as he grabs me by the hair. With my other hand, I reach for my breasts, giving them a hard squeeze.

  Then I slide my hand down to my pussy, massaging its outer and inner lips. With my heart tightening up inside my chest, I place my middle finger over my clit and start rubbing it while I spread my legs just a little.

  Todd is looking down at me, his eyes burning on mine, and I can feel his cock pulsing inside my mouth. I try to pull back, but he simply continues, his hands holding my hair tight.

  “I want to cum in your mouth,” he tells me with a grin.

  I smile at him, take my hand out of his cock and continue moving my head in a pendulum motion, sucking him harder and faster over all his length, all the while pleasuring myself too.

  He groans, his breathing becoming harder as his hands intensify the pressure on my head, his fingertips digging into my scalp.

  I keep going until his cock starts spasming violently inside my mouth, unleashing a torrent of cum and filling me up. His semen starts dripping off my mouth, going down to my chin and breasts, and only then does he pull back, his cock still pulsing hard.

  Still looking at him, I swallow all his seed. I let go of my clit and rub his cum on my breasts with both hands, smearing his milky seed all over my skin. Without taking my eyes off him, I place my cum-coated fingers over my lips and suck them dry, one at a time.

  “Fuck, you’ll be the end of me,” he groans, that delicious smile still on his lips. “But the night is just starting, babe. How do you feel about taking a shower?” He asks me, offering me his hand.

  “Lead the way” I smile as I get up.

  We step inside his huge bathroom—seriously, who needs a bathroom this big? —and he turns the faucet on.

  A few seconds later, we’re under the warm running water. He starts gently, soaping me up, but it doesn’t take long before we’re kissing savagely under the running water.

  As our tongues wrestle one another, his hands slide down to my pussy and he starts massaging it.

  Wasting no time, he pushes one finger inside me and starts sliding it in and out. Soon there are two fingers inside me, moving hard and fast in a hooking motion. Then, three fingers. Sweet Christ, he’s driving me insane. I scream, the sound of my voice drowned out by the water.

  I need to feel his cock inside my aching pussy, and I need to feel it right now.

  “Fuck me, Todd,” I plead, looking straight into his eyes. As a reply, he merely grins at me. Not yet, his gaze seems to say.

  He pulls out his fingers, and I moan hard as I feel them slide out from my pussy. Then he places his hands on my waist and turns my body around, making me face the wall as he slaps my ass.

  My hands are pressed against the wall as he runs his finger from my pussy to my ass crack. He massages it softly, and then presses one finger against my ass hole; slowly, he starts sliding it in.

  He starts out by fingering my ass, but I want more than just his fingers. Knowing that, he grabs his cock and presses its tip on my hole. Then, he goes in, appreciating my tightness as his cock slides in inch by
slow inch.

  My inner walls stretch, trying to accommodate the thickness of his cock. When he has his cock fully buried deep in my ass, he begins thrusting, a coming and going motion, increasing his pace.

  I take one hand to my pussy and start pleasuring myself, rubbing my clit in circles with my index and middle finger.

  Taking my thumb to my clit, I slide two fingers inside me, my whole skin prickling as I do it. Todd is now fucking my ass as hard and fast as he can, my walls tightening around his shaft.

  I close my eyes, focusing on everything that’s happening around me—the running water, his cock inside me, my fingers buried in my pussy, and my thumb rubbing my clit.

  I explode. There’s simply no better way to put it.

  As I moan, scream and shout, he gradually slows his pace before he final pulls out his cock.

  “Oh, fuck…” I sigh, my legs turning into jelly.

  Closing my eyes, I allow him to soap me up again, his long fingers softly moving over my skin.

  “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers into my ear, and I open my eyes to look at him.

  “I love it when you say it like that.”

  “What do you say we go back to the bedroom?” he asks me with a grin. “I’m not done with you. Not yet,” he continues, a devilish smile on his face, his warm eyes piercing my soul.

  I’m still breathing so hard from the orgasm he just gave me, that I can’t even reply. I just smile at him and nod my head, agreeing with him.

  My legs still shaking, I try to get out of the shower but I almost fall on the floor. He picks me up fast, one arm around my waist, and then wraps a cotton towel around my body. Gently, he pats me dry and then leads me back to the bedroom, only stopping when we reach the bed.

  Once there, he gently puts me down on the mattress. He makes me spread my legs and places himself on top of me.

  We kiss, our lips locked in a fierce embrace. His lips start going down my neck, passing by my breasts and my belly, and going straight for my thighs. My whole body shivers as he licks and kisses my inner thighs, and I pant as I feel him closing in on my pussy. Oh, I can’t wait to feel his warm tongue on me…

  I grab his hair with both hands, trying to force his mouth to come to my pussy, but he resists and just continues kissing my inner thighs as I moan in anticipation.