9 - Is it Hard Enough?

9 - Is it Hard Enough?

James

I wanted her to shake her head and call me her daddy again.

It was fucked up, but I wanted to take her over my knee and spank her cute little ass until she begs me to touch her. Especially when she kept looking at me with her wide doe eyes like an innocent vixen. As if her white little panties weren’t wet.

Fuck. Get a hold on yourself.

The trill of my phone alarm made me pull away from her. I ignored the way I missed her warmth and cherry scent and turned off the alarm. It was a reminder to reach Clyde’s home for dinner.

Dinner with a naughty little vixen. And my friend who’s her father.

Well, dinner was going to be hard. Literally.

“Let’s go home.”

Thankfully, Mia said nothing the whole ride home. Unfortunately, it made the tension between us increase and I had to force my hands on the steering wheel because she kept squirming in the seat. Her fingers curled tightly over her school skirt, and it was a good reminder for my self-control.

Not only she