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Bellamy watches Clarke laugh at something Finn Collins say, his jaw tight, his grip on his wine glass tight.
He knows that she's not interested in Finn fucking Collins, who couldn't tell the difference between her clit and her bellybutton but every inch of him is demanding for him to go over them and stake him claim on his girl.
But there are many reasons why he can't.
Starting with the fact that she's barely 20 and he's over a decade older than her.
Not that she cares, in fact Clarke loves that he's older than her.
She loves her Daddy.
A snort next him draws him out of his thought of his girl bouncing on his cock and he turns to look at Clarke's mother Abby who is glaring at Finn.
"I would hope that my daughter is smarter than to go back to him."
Next to him, Jake laughs.
"Thought you liked him."
"That was until he cheated on our daughter."
The reminder of what Finn Collins did had Bellamy's other hand balling into a fist.
"Relax Abby, Clarke is smarter than to give that two timing toad another chance."
"She gave Lexa multiple chances."
At this Jake frowns as does Bellamy, neither one of them had been big fans of Clarke's girlfriend Lexa.
She was older than Clarke by a few years, cold and manipulative, dominating the conversation, while belittling Clarke. She had used Clarke multiple times until Clarke wised up and ended it for good, but not before Jake had a few words with several people and all the job offers Lexa got were given to someone else.
Bellamy clears his throat, "Clarke knows better, and if I'm not mistaken she has not dated anyone in over six months."
Abby frowns, raising her wine glass to her lips,"It worries me. She has had such unfortunate luck with dating, I'm afraid she's sworn off for good. "
"She's only twenty."
Bellamy gut churns at having to point that out.
"Still, we simply wants what is best for her."
Abby sighs, "Our daughter she needs someone to take care of her but who won't stifle her creativity, her kindness."
"She needs someone older, someone with stability."
Bellamy takes a sip of his wine glass to calm himself down, not wanting to show too much interest in where this conversation is going.
"What do you think our daughter needs?"
Bellamy's eyes land on Clarke who is know laughing with John Murphy, his thin needle like arm around her waist, his eyes peering down her dress.
"I think she needs someone who respects her for her brain and not just her beauty, Someone who would adore her but not see her as a prize to be won."
Abby laughs and Jake shakes his head, "That rules out half the people in this room."
"I'm sure she will meet someone."
"Not in that college of hers and the children here... well you can see for yourself."
Bellamy watches as Clarke pushes Murphy away from her before someone else- Niylah approaches her.
"She needs a man,"
Bellamy's eyes cut to Abby who flushes, "Or a woman. Someone who is an adult."
Her head is tilted studying him and Bellamy's heart starts to race.
Do they know?
Do they suspect?
Will they have him arrested? Fired? Murdered?
"Clarke, is a smart, beautiful young woman, she will have no issue finding someone special."
Every words tastes like lead on his tongue and Bellamy bites his lip.
"Speaking of someone special, You are in your thirties, is there no one special in your life?"
Bellamy had to stop himself from looking at Clarke.
"After my disastrous marriage with Echo seven years ago, I have no desire to jump into the pool of sharks that is dating."
"Something you and Clarke have in common."
Bellamy's eyes furrow, something pressing on his mind.
He thinks back to what they said- Clarke needs someone older, more mature, stability.
Everything he has and can give her.
Abby and Jake wouldn't bring up this conversation unless they had a reason.
It's why they are two of the best lawyers in the country, they know how to get the noose around one's neck and have that person tighten it themselves.
"Are you accusing me of something?"
Both Griffins eyes widen and they step back.
"No, Bellamy. We would never.."
"I would never. My sister is a few years younger than her."
"Bellamy. since the second you entered this room, your eyes have barely left my daughter."
"I know when a man is interested in my daughter."
Abby places a hand on his arm, her eyes peering into his.
"You're a good man Bellamy Blake. One of our oldest and dearest friends. Perfect for our daughter."
Bellamy swallows, "Are you two joking with me? She's twenty."
"She's an adult and so are you."
Bellamy's eyes drift to Clarke.
"People will talk."
Jake's eyes glitter dangerously, "Let them."
"Bellamy. when we noticed your interest, it made us happy. You're a good man. Always have been. And Clarke has always adored you, she had that crush on you when she was younger."
"You know I would never, not when she was..."
"I know that you would not look twice at our daughter when she was under age but she's an adult and quite frankly, I, Abby and I couldn't be more thrilled at the idea."
Bellamy looks at both Griffins, scarcely believing his ears.
"You have no issues?"
"You treated Echo fairly despite the way she treated you. You have helped my daughter countless of times- picking her up when her tire broke after she caught Finn cheating, she encouraged her to pursue an art therapy degree because it would make her happy and I know you even offered to help pay for it if we said no."
Clarke's looking at them and Bellamy smiles.
Wait till his girl hears about this.
He knows how worried she was about her parents finding out about them.
"Than with your permission I would like to date her, if she says yes."
Abby laughs and she presses a kiss to his cheek and Jake is hugging him and both Griffins look overjoyed and they start talking about how they know he will treat their little girl right but his eyes are on Clarke, who is cocking her head at him, curious.
He nods to her and his eyes flicker to the clock and then the door.
Only two more hours until they can see each other.
Clarke's already in his bed when he get's home, her dress on the floor, shoes in the corner.
She's wearing his shirt,unbutton, tits on display, his tie around her neck.
There are no panties on the ground or on her as she sits on his bed, legs spread apart, pretty pink cunt on display for him.
He growls at the thought of her being at tonight's party with no panties on.
Clarke peers up at him, blue eyes wide and innocent, but her pretty pink cunt, already wet tells a different story.
"Hi Daddy."
Bellamy shakes his head and undoes his tie.
"Hello Princess. Were you good?"
Clarke holds out her fingers, "No touch."
But she's smirking and he can see the wet stain on his pillow and he shakes his head.
"Couldn't wait for Daddy? You had to hump my pillow like a needly little slut?"
Clarke's cheeks turn pink and Bellamy kicks off his shoes and undoes his belt.
He sits down on the chair and gestures for Clarke to come over.
She gets off the bed, tits swaying and pulls down his zipper and his underwear, wrapping her hand around his hard cock.
She leans down to lick the tip but Bellamy stops her.
"Come sit on my lap. Tell me about your day."
Clarke pouts but she climbs into his lap, and wraps her arms around his shoulder as she sinks down onto his cock, slowly, moaning a little as she settles herself fully on top of him, his thick cock stretching her.
She rolls her hips but Bellamy squeezes them, giving her a warning look.
Clarke sighs but proceeds to tell him about her day- about her exam, about her classes, about her newest drawing, about what Murphy said to her that pissed her off, how she wanted him to fuck her at the party.
He raises his eyebrow at that.
"Speaking about the party, I had an interesting conversation with your parents."
Clarke's eyes furrow with worry and Bellamy presses a kiss to her forehead, thursting up slightly making Clarke gasp.
"Nothing bad baby,I promise. In fact, they said it was okay for me to take you on a date."
The news has her gasping but then Bellamy's picking her up and carrying her to the bed.
He pulls her ass to edge of the bed, moving to stand in between her legs and looks down at his girl.
Her blue eyes are dark, full of lust and she's smiling, happy tears in her eyes and his heart swells,he loves his girl is.
"But-"
He stops his sentence abd runs a finger down her wet slit and Clarke gasps, her cunt clenching over nothing and he chuckles to himself over how needy she is, how desperate she is for her Daddy's cock.
"We have to take it slow, baby."
He spreads her legs even wider and thrusts into her and Clarke's mouth falls open, moaning, her hands gripping the bedsheets, her cunt clenching around him and he grunts,
"We don't want them to find out that you've been my girl since you were 18 right Princess?"
He pulls out of her and then gripping her thighs he thrusts back in, setting a rough and quick pace, Clarke's tits bouncing and she can do nothing more than babble praise.
Clarke comes three times before she has Bellamy's head is in between her legs, licking him cum out of her and she runs a hand through his hair.
"Can we really date Bell? They said yes?"
Bellamy pulls away from her cunt and moves to climb into bed, next to her,pulling her into his arms, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Do you want to go on a date with Daddy? To hold my hand in public? Sit on my lap, be my good little girl?"
"I wanna have your babies Daddy."
He kisses her softly, Clarke moaning at the taste of his cum and her cum on his lips and when he pulls away she nods.
"I want this Bell. I'm all in."
"I've been all in since you asked me to kiss your pretty little cunt."
Clarke blushes and Bellamy smiles.
He likes thinking about how all of this started.
Her eighteen birthday.
She had been tipsy, more drunk, excited to see her friends, feeling like an adult, sneaking drinks that no one but Bellamy seemed to notice.
He had carried her to bed, and she had laughed, nuzzling her nose against his neck.
"Not sleepy."
"Sorry Princess, But time for bed."
He had placed her on her bed and he knelt down to take her heels off while she tugs her dress off.
When he looked up, her tits were there and he had to close his eyes and remind him that she was eighteen and he was nearly thirty.
He was too old for her.
"Clarke,"
Her lips trembles and she looks up at him blue eyes wide.
"I'm sorry Daddy."
He has to stiffle a groan and clears his throat.
"Time for bed."
Clarke lays down her blonde hair strewn around her face and she wiggles on her bed and she looks like a fucking goddess- naked save for a pair of blue panties and Bellamy swears he deserves to be a saint because god she could tempt a priest to break his vows.
"Want my present first."
Bellamy laughs, "Princess I already gave your a present. Remember I got you all those pretty paints and books."
"I want another present."
"Alright what to do you want?"
Clarke studies him and Bellamy swallows hard.
"I want a kiss."
Bellamy closes his eyes.
He shouldn't.
She's only 18.
She's going to college.
She's drunk.
She's Jake and Abby Griffin's kid- they could ruin him.
Her parents are his mentors, his friends, his best friends.
But it's her birthday.
"Please, it's my birthday."
Bellamy sighs and with one quick look to the door he leans over and presses a kiss to her forehead but when he pulls away she's frowning.
"Not there."
He presses a kiss to her cheek.
But she shakes her head.
So he with his heart in his throat, and the angel on his shouder screaming that he is going to hell, he kisses her softly and Clarke lets out a soft sigh when he pulls away and looks at him with a sleep smile.
"Not there. Want a big girl kiss."
Then she spreads her legs and taps a finger onto her cunt, where he can see a wet spot on her panties and Bellamy's eyes widen.
"Clarke I can't."
"Please Bell? Please Daddy?"
It's the daddy that does him in.
Both the angel and the devil on his shoulder are in agreement that he's going to hell but as he leans down toward to her pretty little cunt he can't help but think it will be worth it.
He kisses her cunt through her panties, sucking at her clit through the fabric as she wiggles above him, one hand muffling her moans, the other holding onto her head board.
Then after she cums, he eases her panties off and kisses her cunt again, this time his tongue going deep into her folds, her chin getting wet as he nuzzles her clit, using broad strokes on his tongue to tease her, to kiss her cunt, like she asked him too.
Clarke's whimpering, her hips moving and Bellamy's grateful that the party is too loud for anyone to hear them.
When she does fall apart, coming on his face and Bellamy does somethign he hasn't done since he was a teenager, he comes in his pants.
His cheeks are pink but Clarke looks at him with a dazed, sleepy look on her face.
"I want more Daddy."
Bellamy moves her under the blankets, guilt in his heart,but the taste of her on his tongue, her "Daddy, more" ringing in his ears.
He presses another kiss to her forehead.
"Greedy princess. Daddy will give you another big girl kiss another day. You need to sleep."
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He had figured she wouldn't remember or she would be too embarassed or that she would tell her parents and he would be sent to prison but instead, she came to his office, eyes wide and had sat down on her chair and spread her legs for him to see her bare cunt.
"Another big girl kiss Daddy?"
He had been a goner.
Eventually that has turned to them cuddling on the couch watching movies to them talking about the future- dating, kids, marriage.
Now with Jake and Abby's permission to date Clarke, properly for the whole world to see, all those dreams could and would come true.
Clarke curls up closer to him and she presses a kiss to a some freckles on his collarbone.
"I love you Bellamy."
"I love you too Princess."