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4: Terrence.
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All For You, Daddy 5: Benny.
I wave to my granddaughter from the other side of the hotel bar. When she smiles and sends me a flurry of fingers in return, I’m swamped by guilt. She has no idea I just dry fucked her best friend up on the tenth floor. Hell, I could barely bring myself to wipe her come off my chin and I have the nerve to wave at Sasha? I should be locked up. Behind bars.Especially because I want to do it again.And again.The bartender slides a glass in front of me, accompanied by a bottle of scotch. I must look like I need a stiff drink—and I do. I slosh two fingers of liquor into the glass and toss it back, immediately regretting the action because it washes away some of her taste.I shove the glass aside and rake my hands down my face. Of course, Terrence’s room had to be joined with mine. The temptation is going to flat out kill me. I’ve been on this earth sixty-three years and I’ve had my fair share of women, but I’ve never, ever had one that compared to Terrence. The fragile innocence of her,
All For You, Daddy 6: Terrence.
My pulse is heavy and quick in my ears.I can’t seem to stand still, crossing my ankles and uncrossing them just as quickly. Squeezing my thighs together. Laughing at a conversation between Sasha and her cousins, but barely hearing a single word that’s exchanged. This time the general isn’t wearing sunglasses, so I know he’s staring at me. I can feel the heat of his gaze meandering up the backs of my legs and lingering on my butt. I can’t seem to stop myself from cocking one hip and dropping the other, arching my back slightly so he can memorize the pathways of my body.I’m thirty yards from the man but I can still feel his expert tongue working against my sex, can still hear the way he spoke to me. With such blunt ownership. But is he actually taking it? Or is he pushing me away? The latter is what I deduced based on the way he left my room earlier. Now, though? The hungry way he’s watching me tells a very different story.“Vegas” by Doja Cat starts to play over the bar speakers.“Oo
All For You, Daddy 7: Benny.
Any warm-blooded man would say yes. They’d fumble with their zipper in their haste to fuck this gorgeous young doll. I’m not supposed to be a normal man, though. My entire life has been about war. Hard decisions. I’m stronger than this, aren’t I? I know what the repercussions will be if I “dance” with Terrence. The family, the son I want to know better, will be disgusted.Jesus, though, my throbbing prick tells me she’ll be one hundred percent worth it.Even more dangerous, my heart is pounding louder and more insistently by the second.Terrence makes me feel like I have a purpose again. Makes me feel like I was supposed to retire just so I could find this young girl and care for her, make her happy. It’s my next and most important mission. But a sixty-three-year-old man can’t be with a girl who has just reached the legal drinking age. It’s sick. It will turn my family away from me—and worse, she’ll eventually want to be with a boy who shares her interests. Who is closer to her in age
All For You, Daddy 8: Benny.
“Are you trying to distract me from my initial question?” I angle my hips and readjust her to a place where she can rub that delicious little cunt up and down every inch of me, because apparently, I’m a masochist. She makes an eager sound and begins a low, sinful grind, her feet dangling two feet from the ground. “I asked about…” I’m already laboring to breathe. I asked about you being abandoned…”“I know.” She brings her mouth close to mine, releasing a warm exhale across my lips. “I also know you’re asking because you want to explore whether or not I have daddy issues. Because of this.” She grinds faster. “Because of us.”“Yes,” I manage, my balls pulsing with the unbearable weight of semen. My God, if this is how she rides me as a virgin, I can only imagine how she’d be with a little tutelage. Perfect. That’s what she would be. “Maybe I shouldn’t admit that. Maybe I shouldn’t be asking.”She halts my words by laying her tongue against my mouth. Just laying it there and holding me i
All For You, Daddy 9: Terrence.
I wake up groggy and confused about how I made it to my room last night. It takes me a few seconds to remember the feeling of security, muscular arms around me, the ocean breeze blowing my hair around, gruff reassurances. And when I swallow and realize my throat is sore from Benny’s use of my mouth, my gaze shoots to the adjoining door, my fingers curling into the sheets, pulse starting to flutter wildly. Benny.There is an absence of tension in my body that has left me light in some ways, heavy in others. Heavy, because Benny obviously doesn’t see us having a viable relationship. I’m probably just a kid to him with unrealistic feelings. Light, because…What Benny gave me last night?I’ve been empty without it. Ownership. An authority figure.I arch my back on the mattress and allow my fingertips to skim down my bare stomach, into my panties and over my mound, two fingers parting the lips of my sex and experiencing myself grow wet. Rubbing my clit until I’m gasping. I’m still wrapped
All For You, Daddy 10: Benny.
After breakfast, everyone more or less migrates onto the beach for the day. The radio starts pumping terrible music, cans of beer are already cracking open. I talk to some of my more distant relatives, trying to reestablish myself as a member of the family, but for the fucking life of me, I can’t take my eyes off Terrence.She hasn’t looked at me once since our encounter at breakfast. It’s like she’s washed her hands of me. Moved on. That’s what I asked her to do, isn’t it? I didn’t realize the outcome would cause me actual, physical pain. All my life, I’ve stayed away from serious relationships with women, afraid they would get too clingy and expect too much time that I’d already devoted to work.But Terrence? God help me, I want her to be standing beside me right now, cuddled up into my side. Never leaving me. I want to hold her hand at all times. Want the freedom to drag her off back to my room for a nasty afternoon bang that leaves her passed out in my arms.I want to be her man.
All For You, Daddy 11: Terrence.
I watch Benny’s thick, tattooed arms and back streak through the water, his lead over the three younger men almost embarrassing. If I were them, I would go straight past the buoy and keep swimming. They’ve barely left shore and he’s already touched it, begun his return to the beach. And the closer he gets to me, the more intensely my womb begins to tingle and throb. I’m breathing hard, my fingers itching to play with my nipples. I’m going to burst into flames right here on this Hamptons beach, aren’t I?“Oh yeah, I’m definitely setting up Granddad Benny with Mrs. Linden,” Sasha says beside me with a laugh. “That should earn me an easy A.”Jealousy pours into me like fire.I’ve never been angry with Sasha. Not once during our entire friendship. But right now, I would like to pull her hair as hard as I can. “Are you sure she’s his t-type?”“I mean…yeah. Look at him kicking the asses of three younger men. He’s honorable. Successful. Good looking. What’s not to like?”I desperately search
All For You, Daddy 12: Terrence.
By the time my orgasm crests, my nails are buried in his brawny shoulders, my vision tripled, jumbled promises falling from my lips.“These last two days, I promised myself I wouldn’t burst your cherry with my tongue or a couple of fingers.” He plunges his tongue inside me, scooping a hand beneath my bottom to grind me up while he bears down, his tongue traveling so deep, I tumble headlong into a bone-rattling climax. “Well fuck that. No way I’m leaving it for anyone else. Don’t give a shit if I’m old enough to be your grandfather. The seal is mine to break.”“Yours, yours, yours,” I chant, shuddering through the deluge of pleasure.“Oh baby, I know.” He moves quickly, sliding up the front of my body, claiming my mouth in a kiss while shoving down the front of his trunks, gripping his shaft and cramming it inside of me, growling on a big, powerful thrust. When I’ve taken all of him into my body, he goes stiff, jaw on the verge of shattering. “Motherfucker, that’s young.” He buries his
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