HP 8

CHAPTER 8

A week later and I’m still thinking of Emberlynn Smith and how I should treat the case, at first thought I was going to ignore her existence but right now it is no longer an option because I sat to think of what daughter wouldn’t care if someone is a threat to her father and there were only to available options where she was concerned, kill her or love her, and there was no way I was hard enough to kill her with all those guard around her it will be close to impossible to kill her even if it was a hired killer.

I walk into the dentist’s and I raise my hand to wave at the receptionist as I pass straight into the dentist’s office, I’m five minutes late already.

“Good morning Luca”, the dentists says with a smile, “Are you ready for your braces?” he asks.

I nod absentmindedly and my mind travels to a certain daughter and I begin to wonder how hard it will be to fall in love with her, what if she was ugly, because if she was beautiful Dave would have said it, he was pretty good with information and this was important information to withhold.

What if I had to get married to her, how I would live with an ugly wife, it was disgusting and annoying.

“You must hate this braces” the doctor says poking me, I blink and turn to him.

“What?” I glare                                                   

“I only said you must hate these braces so much”, he repeats, pushing my head so I can lean back over the light.

“I just feel it’s for kids”, I mutter.

“Well we will be giving you something that can represent swag and style, so people will feel it’s a fashion statement, you can get a tattoo to fit it, if it would make you feel more comfortable”, he says as he gets to work.

“Done” he says after a while of poking around.

He passes me a mirror, “Looks good”, I say as I stand.

“Thank you, I’ll be back”, I say as I stand and stalk out.

When I get to my hotel room I pass by Emilia and she gives me a glare and a finger when I raise my hand to wave, well it looks like that ship sunk.

When I get to my room, I move to the windows and stare outside, willing something, anything to give me an answer, I turn around after a while and pull my shirt when I hear a knock on the door, I look from the shirt to the door and back again, “Fuck it”, I say as I move to open the door shirtless.

“Expecting someone?” Emilia says, pushing past me.

“Well make yourself at home”, I say following her to bedroom.

“You don’t have to be too happy to see me”, she says as she sits on the bed.

I stand in front of her and shake my head, “Did I imagine the finger you showed at me just now?”

“Well nope, but I figured that if you didn’t want to see me you wouldn’t have waved at me earlier”, she says unbuttoning her white shirt.

“Well, that wasn’t even on mind when I waved at you but if you offer I wouldn’t say no”, I say pushing her hair to the side.

“So you wouldn’t even apologize?” she says unzipping my trousers.

“You don’t seem to want it”, I say packing up her hair.

“Well I do want it”, she says as I step out of my trousers and she takes out my shaft.

“And I’m giving it to you”, I say pointing at my shaft.

She runs her tongue down my shaft and I stifle a groan, she fondles my balls and I grab her hair tighter in appreciation and she smiles against me.

“Well since I’m being such a good girl, I’ll just go ahead and take my present”, she says just before I watch my shaft disappear into her mouth, I groan as she sucks in her cheeks and pumps in and out.

“It’s been so long”, I sigh out.

“Well that was your fault, I could have had it every day but nope you turned to an ass”, she says increasing her pace and making me lose every coherent thought.

“I was going through a bad phase”, I croak out.

“Don’t you know this is the best type of healing, I would have done you good”, she says fondling my balls and licking them.

“I just needed al_” I’m cut off by my own groan as I feel my shaft hit the back of her throat and she gags against me.

“Damn baby, you do know how to suck a good one”, I say as I drag her hair roughly and push her back in.

“I was a bad girl growing up, I always cried so mum learnt to put a lollipop in my mouth whenever I started crying, so yes I can suck good”, she says against my shaft just before she takes me in again, I thrust forward and hit the back of her throat again,

“I’m cumin”, I groan and try to pull off but she holds my ass and I thrust forward harder envisioning her pussy as I pump in and out till I cum.

“Well, this was good”, I say as I pull out and clean off with my shirt.

“Don’t say that like I’m a call girl, it pisses me off”, she says standing and pulling off the rest of her clothes.

“Well stop acting like you’re one”, I say stalking after her naked.

“You know it’s pretty low of you to get off and then get angry when I’m still horny” she says and turns.

“Well I wouldn’t know anything of low since I’m 18”.

The look on her face is priceless and her beautiful lips are in a perfect ‘o’, “You mean_, you mean to say you’re_” she blocks her mouth with her hands and stops her stuttering.

“Well yes I’m an eighteen years old boy”, I say punctuating the 18 with my fingers.

“At least you’re not a minor” she says and blinks, then she turns around, then almost immediately she starts pacing, and her breasts bounce as she walks making me get hard all over again.

“You should stop pacing”, I croak out and she looks at me weirdly.

“Well sorry if I’m pacing, I’m just thinking of any rule I might have broken by having sex with you”, she says.

“I’m eighteen”, I say moving closer and crowding her from behind, “You didn’t do anything wrong, I’m not a minor and I willingly ventured into this princess”, I say rubbing myself against her ass and she whimpers.

“Shhh”, I say moving her hair away from her back and kissing the trail that leads to her shoulders, “You were good and I was willing, no crime here”, I say positioning myself to push into her opening.

As I enter she moans and moves back, “Luca, come on harder”, she moans and I give her exactly what she wants.

And she comes screaming my name over and over again.

“Are we ever going to talk about the age stuff”, she says as we spoon in bed minutes later.

“How old are you?” I say as I kiss her shoulders.

“I’m 24, and yes the age difference isn’t much yet I feel like a sugar money”, she says, shifting into me.

“No one has to know our ages and I would be going to school soon”

She turns to me and sits up suddenly, “You’re leaving?”

“Nope I will be schooling here in Canada then to New York, but for now we don’t have to worry about that”.

“It keeps getting worse”, she says, “You even wear braces now, how could I have missed that you were a kid”, she exclaims.

“It will be fine”, I say pulling her back down and kissing her shoulders.

She lies back down and after a while I hear her breath even out only then do I relax and go to sleep too.