Smile fading, I nod, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I worry. A lot,” I whisper. Wetting my lips, I search for an explanation. “For you, mostly. You work harder than anyone. I was little, my father’s business partner would come to the house for dinner once a week. Bunton was in his fifties, a sweet m
I try to close my thighs, but he holds them open, pulling my skirt higher until it’s almost exposing my panties. “H-how?” His breath saws in and out against my ear. “Just play with it a little. You can do that for Daddy, can’t you?” His middle finger presses to my entrance through the barrier of my
Maybe this relationship really is all about sex. Maybe I’m expected to shut my mouth and take what he gives me. Be happy with it. Screw that. Coming forward on my knees, I reach between Tristan’s thighs and unzip his pants. He didn’t have time to pull up his briefs, so his swollen manhood bobs fr
Something is wrong. The first couple days of my business trip, Lia is her usual, incredible self when I call her at night or between meetings. Her voice is soft and inviting in my ear, she tells me she misses me, asks if I’m taking stress breaks. Late at night, she sends me mirror selfies from our
John claps me on the shoulder. “Hey, buddy. Ready to go?” I turn to find Lia’s father there, looking oddly nervous, his cart idling behind him. Given no choice, I nod. “Yeah,” I grunt, taking a seat in the passenger side. “Let’s go.” At the very least, this round of golf will give me a chance to e
My hand balls into a shaking fist as I look around and realize every man in the place is staring at her. Ogling that hot little tush and adjusting themselves. “Damn, is that really Amarie’s kid?” one of them says to his friend, smacking his lips. “She grew up nice.” “Jesus, you’re not kidding. Too
“Why didn’t you tell me your father was broke?” Gasping, she shoots to her feet. She sways and I catch her up against me, so she won’t fall, swallowing a groan over the perfect contact, the smoothness of her skin, the way her little tits smash to my big chest. “H-how did you find out?” “He told
“If you weren’t on the pill…” I rear back and slap her ass. Twice. “I’d get you pregnant for wearing that goddamn bathing suit.” There’s a new, excited light in her eyes when they lock on mine, her breath racing fast, so fast. “I stopped taking m-my pill this weekend,” she whispers, searching my fa