Page 16 of Meet Odin
AsIunlockedthewindow of Serena’s bedroom, I had to laugh at these Italians. You didn’t want me to marry your granddaughter, but you’re failing to protect her. It had been too easy. I could only imagine what attacks would happen if the cop figured out the same thing. When she became mine, she’d be safe. I’d make sure of it.
I waited until the guards took their morning piss break at one in the morning. Literally every guard would go to the restroom. What were they doing? I didn’t want to find out if they were holding each other's dicks, but it made me angry to think that no one was watching over the family, let alone the grounds.
At first, I would sit in the chair near the corner of her bedroom and watch her sleep. I didn’t know why was I was there, except that I had to be close to her. She’d lay quiet and still until a nightmare would come. I wanted desperately to wake her and chase the bad dreams away, but I couldn’t. In time, she’d find out what a selfish bastard I was.
Near daylight, I’d slip out and head back to my penthouse. Every night, I swore I wouldn’t go back. I’d even asked for an assignment to keep me occupied, only to be denied. I had too much time on my hands, and she was my obsession.
Breaking and Entering was supposed to be a one-night thing.
That was a lie.It was the same pattern, night after night.
I’d tell myself that I’d stay home. She was fine. She didn’t need me. Midnight would approach, and I would get dressed to see her.
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Thiswouldbethelast time I risked it. I’d be a married man come the weekend.
There was something in the air that felt different when I opened her window. I had noticed that she slept on her side in the middle of the bed, never shifting. I was able to sit and stare at her. Tonight, she was on the right side, curled into a ball with her knees tucked towards her chest. Instantly, my brain started to fire off questions. Had the cop hurt her? Had he done something equally as stupid as the Italians? I wouldn’t know, but if he tried to break into her room, he’d be met with a bullet. I was done playing around.
Taking my seat, I watched her sleep for awhile. Seeing her on a different side of the bed messed with my psyche. I needed to be closer to her. I needed to know that she was alright. Standing up, I walked over to the other side of the bed and removed my boots. Looking around, I could see a pile of laundry on the floor. This was new. Serena was neat as a pin. On top of the pile was a pair of red lace panties. Was she trying to kill me? Did she know that I was here every night?
Walking over, I went to examine the pile of clothes. As I bent down, the moonlight hit a slice of silver on her dresser, catching my attention. There was a party dress over the top and a pair of heels on the floor. I wasn’t an expert, but the red would have shown through. Serena probably figured she’d pick it up later, depending on how late the event had run.
I grabbed the panties and held them to my nose. I wanted to memorize everything about her, including her scent. It made my mouth water for her, and I had never been harder. All the women I had been with, and no one put me in a trance like her.
I walked back over to the left side of the bed with my nose still firmly planted in the crouch of her panties. A thought came to my mind. If I had her panties in my hand, what was she wearing? My dick jumped at that thought and wanted desperately to find out. I knew I would have to take it slow with her, but a man can dream.
I sat on bed and shifted the remaining pillows to get comfortable. This was dangerous. If she woke up, I’d have some serious explaining to do. I didn’t care. In a few days, she’d be my wife. She shifted backwards until her ass was pressed firmly to my knee. Even in sleep, she was a temptress.
A few hours into the night, and I was about ready to break. I was pretty sure I had a zipper indention imprinted on my dick. I had about an hour before I would have to leave.
It was crazy, but her body was calling to me. I fantasized about waking her, about sliding into her while she was still in a haze. Maybe one day, she’d let me. Pulling down the zipper of my jeans, I thanked the gods that my dick wasn’t broken from the pressure. I unbuttoned the top button, leaving the flaps open. I didn’t move. I knew I wasn’t sane, but I couldn’t believe what I was about to do.
Wrapping her panties around my dick, I squeezed my hand around them. My mouth dropped into an O. This was good, so good. I could only imagine what Serena would feel like. She’d be slick, and I’d slide right into her like a glove. She had been made for me, and this wouldn’t be any different.
Rubbing the panties against my dick, I started to jack myself off. Turning my head, I watched her. She was still touching me, and I wondered if she knew what I was doing. I needed to come, or I’d never get my jeans back on.
I imagined our wedding night as I watched her. I’d make love to her. Let her experience pleasure like no other as I kissed and licked every inch of her. She’d wither in the throes of passion, and I’d enjoy every minute of it.
Jacking my dick harder, I had to wrap this up. I needed to get out of here before I woke her, or I was caught. I wasn’t really concerned that I’d be found out, but I didn’t want to officially meet her like this.
My body tightened as I rapidly approached my release. Still watching her, I jerked myself harder, faster. This was stupid, but it might have been the best release of my life - so far. Serena’s lips parted, and her tongue peaked out. I imagined her mouth around me, and it was enough to send me over the edge. My dick spewed rope after rope of cum. When I was done, I tilted my head against the pillows to catch my breath. Daylight was starting to break through the windows.
I had to leave. Zipping myself up, I bent over and placed a gentle kiss against the back of her head. Keeping the panties as a souvenir, I went out the window like a thief in the night.
Chapter 9
Serena
Today, I was marrying a man I didn’t know.
A man, I had never met.
I only knew his name.
I stood in front of the mirror in the bridal suite of the church and stared at myself. I had always been larger than other girls my age, but I knew who I was. My size didn’t define me, and I was quite comfortable in my own skin. Now, as I stood looking at my reflection, I couldn’t help but notice my flaws. I had large breasts, my hips jutted out like mountain peaks, and my thighs jiggled when I walked. I had never cared before, but I wondered if my new husband would.
Dressed in a white wedding gown with a veil that trailed behind me, I harbored a secret. I wasn’t the virgin my family had advertised.
