Guilty Gucci Page 2

  “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 a
nyway. 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.

  “Don’t even pick it up!” Lidia shouted. “It’s nobody but Trisha Hamilton calling to rush me. As a matter of fact ... answer it and tell her I already left. I’ve got to go, honey, but I’ll see you tonight!”

  Lidia was out the door before she even finished the sentence and Chanel picked up the phone and hung it right back up.

  She walked back into the kitchen and sat back down at the table; her eyes never left her plate as she gave Faugner the silent treatment.

  “Chanel,” he called as he watched her. Her feelings were obviously shattered and he hated to see her hurting. A man of his prestige, wealth, and good looks could have any woman in the world, but instead he had fallen for this young girl. He did not know how it had occurred, but he was too deep in to climb out of the messy bed he had made.

  She didn’t respond.

  Faugner stood and walked around to her side of the table. He reached for her hand but she snatched it away.

  “You’re still fucking her,” she said. “You said that—”

  “And I meant it. I haven’t touched your mother since we went to New York,” he stated sincerely, cutting her off. “She senses that something has changed between us but I don’t want her, Chanel.”

  He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet, forcing her into his body. His strong arms wrapped around her small waist but she pulled back in resistance.

  “Don’t,” she whispered as she pulled her face away from his as he tried to kiss her. “Is this what it’s going to be like forever? Do you know how I feel sitting here watching her fall all over you?”

  “I’m sorry, Chanel. I really am but you know my situation. You’re not even eighteen yet. I’m risking my career and my freedom doing this with you. I love you and you’re worth it, but your mother is my wife for the time being.”

  Chanel knew that she looked young and sounded immature but she didn’t care. “I just want you to be mine,” she whined sadly. Her young heart couldn’t handle the circumstances that she had gotten herself into. Chanel didn’t want to share her man with anyone else. It was torture. “She doesn’t even deserve you. You should be mine.”

  “I am yours,” Faugner replied as he reached underneath her dress and palmed her pussy, creating friction against her clit. “And this is mine right?” he asked.

  She nodded her head and bit her bottom lip as she felt her wetness saturate his fingers. “You haven’t even been coming to my room at night. I’ve been waiting on you, daddy,” she admitted.

  “I wanted to, baby girl, but your mother has been on my back. It’s been wet for me?” he asked as he lifted her from the floor and placed her on the kitchen table.

  He placed a hand on her neck and pushed her down, forcing her to lie flat on the table, then he spread her legs. Her young flesh smelled fresh and was waxed clean the way that he liked it. He personally paid for her Brazilian wax services once a month. It was a painful ritual that she was becoming accustomed to. He lowered his head and devoured her juicy clit.

  “Aghh!” she moaned loudly as her back arched and her thighs tensed in pleasure.

  Faugner circled his tongue on her love button, enjoying the taste of her pink flesh as she humped his face in heat.

  “Oooh, daddy,” she moaned. He reached up and rolled her hard nipples between his fingers as he simultaneously pleasured her.

  His dick was solid and stood at attention but he wanted to let her get off before he ever entered her. Their chemistry heated the room and all bygones were forgotten as she screamed out as her orgasm came raining down.

  Chanel squeezed her thighs around his head and her fingertips rubbed his head as she came in his mouth. Her eyes snapped shut as her body shuddered.

  “Aghhh, daddy!”

  Both of them were too caught up in their rapture to notice that Lidia had doubled back for the wallet she had left on her nightstand.

  “You son of a bitch!” she shouted as tears filled her eyes. Her voice roared through the foyer and like a lioness that had suddenly been forced to protec
t her home front she attacked. “This is why you haven’t been interested in me?”

  Faugner and Chanel were completely caught off guard. He stood with Chanel’s juices covering his mustache while Chanel scrambled off of the table, pulling her dress down over her thighs.

  “Ma!” she exclaimed as she frantically adjusted her clothes.

  “And you!” Lidia screamed. She lunged toward Chanel but Faugner stepped in front of her to shield her from her mother’s attack.

  “You’re protecting her? Defending her! Fucking my daughter, you bastard!” Lidia was on a rampage. “I will ruin you, motherfucker! You will get out of my way or your statutory-raping ass will be all over the afternoon news!”

  Lidia stormed past Faugner and slapped the taste from Chanel’s mouth.

  “Ma, I’m sorry!” she cried.

  “No, bitch, you’re not sorry, but you will be,” Lidia warned. She dragged Chanel out of the house and tossed her on the front porch. “You get the fuck out of my house! You are no longer welcome here. If you ever come back I will kill you dead. You want to sleep with my husband? You just bit the hand that feeds you. You’re a disgrace and a whore! I’m not letting you come between my marriage and I’m not leaving my husband over you. Now get off my property!”

  Chanel sobbed uncontrollably as she went to reason with her mother, but before she could step one foot over the threshold the door was slammed in her face.

  “Ma!” she shouted as she hit the door with the palm of her hand. “Mama, please! Open the door! Ma!” she cried, but neither Faugner nor her mother ever answered it.

  Faugner was stuck between a rock and a hard place because he knew that Lidia would make good on her threat and expose his relationship with a minor for the world to judge. No one would ever understand that the emotions he felt for Chanel were genuine and he would lose everything. So despite the sincerity of his feelings for Chanel, he couldn’t come to her defense. He ached inside as he listened to her cry desperately through the door.