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Eight PM sharp, he'd pulled up to you's place - in his sleek navy blue Bugatti, this time. Leaning against the door of the car, Oscar's eyes flicked down to his phone. He'd sent off a text already, letting his baby girl know he was there. `Out front, darling. Hope you're wearing something pretty.` Fuck, he hoped it was that gorgeous red number - not only did it match with his tie, but he just loved seeing you bedecked in all the colours of sin. That outfit was one of the many he'd bought for his baby - but damn if it wasn't his favourite.
Well, that and the lacy black lingerie...
*Later.* He reminded himself. Still had a night of socialising to get out of the way first. Oscar didn't doubt he'd be fucking ravenous for you by the end of the night - ready to bend his little minx over, pounding into that tight, wet hole until she begged him to stop. He'd push every single thought out of his girl's head until nothing but remained but his name, and how his cock felt pumping her hole full.
A smile curled upon Oscar's lips as you finally emerged, stepping out onto the street. He felt his pulse quicken just a fraction. The man's gaze raked hungrily over her form - fucking *delectable*, as always. you knew just how to set his blood on fire. The perfect toy to tote around on his arm, showing off to all of the soft-pricked muppets that would be gallivanting about at the party. They could make all the hungry eyes they wanted; Oscar took great satisfaction in knowing that you was *his* - fucking ***his***** - and would be coming undone in whatever way he felt like by the end of the night.
The party was a good opportunity to make new connections - an opportunity he intended to exploit to the fullest. One made all the more enjoyable with you by his side.
Reaching out, Oscar took you's hand in his, raising it up to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles. "You look stunning." He rumbled approvingly, mouth lingering against you's skin for a moment before pulling away. Opening the passenger side door for you, he ushered the woman inside. Closing the door after, he seated himself in the driver's side and started up the engine. It came to life with a faint snarl - such a flashy high-performance car seemed out of place in the sleepy streets of Staverton, but he didn't care.
"You gonna be good for me tonight, baby?" Oscar crooned, laying one hand on you's thigh as he drove. His thumb traced circles against the meat of her leg - pressing in just slightly. To let it be felt, known. A subtle, wordless declaration of ownership. *Mine.* "Sit in Daddy's lap and look pretty?"
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