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HUDSON

I’m not helping things here.

She’s not either.

Especially when she’s making me out to look like a man who chases after young girls because I can’t be bothered with women my own age. That or I’m either too immature or stupid as shit to keep the attention of a grown-ass female.

But Liv…she’s not your basic woman.

I guess she wouldn’t be when her mother has set so many expectations for her and wants her to live a life that she sees fit. The kind of mother who helicopters her child and never cuts the strings.

Liv rebels against it. She follows her own path. And I can’t help but respect the fuck out of that.

I also can’t get rid of the feeling that is currently residing in my pants with her sandwiched between me and the wall. The unbinding sense of how this little girl wants me to fucking lose my entire shit and fuck her exactly how I want to.

Exactly how I need to and lived up to in my head.

“I don’t hear any retorts to that,” I taunt, coaxing that argumentative streak to come out of her as my fingers unbuckle her shorts. “So I’m going to take that as a yes, Daddy, if you don’t stop me, Opie.”

Those crystal-clear blues peek up at me under long eyelashes, hooking her thumb under the waistband of the material of her jean shorts as she helps tug them down.

She’s treading.

On dangerous motherfucking ground here because I have no safe word, no big red button that’s going to get me to stop from shoving my cock in her tight little pussy.

“Yes, Daddy.” She says those two words in a low, sensual tone as the fabric of her shorts fall to the hardwood floors.

My palms are underneath her upper thighs in the next second, lifting her up and spreading her wide and open for me. “Take my dick out and you’re gonna do exactly what I say, understand?”

She bobs her head, fumbling as quickly as she can to get me out, doing it in record time. Those small fingers wrap around my length, making me tense in pleasure, and maybe she isn’t so inexperienced after all. She just got me out like a fucking champ with no issue and I’m ignoring every damn red flag in my stupid head.

Liv gives me two long strokes and I’m almost putty in her damn hand. I clench my teeth together to stay focused on the mission.

The need.

If I keep allowing her to fondle my shit, I’m going to come into her palm.

“Put me inside you,” I instruct, watching between us as she guides me to her pretty red panties. “Pull them aside and hold them there.”

Liv follows my order and rubs the tip of my dick along her wet clit in one slow and tortuous brush. My jaw locks as my brain and body have a civil war of treading over the line and chalking this up as a close call.

Don’t do it.

This girl is gonna be trouble.

My body can’t seem to take any more and mindlessly thrusts forward, immediately wanting more. Desiring that snug fit to where I can toss out all my aggression into this one thing.

But I don’t get inside to where I want.

“Are you teasing me, Opie?”

Maybe she doesn’t want this.

Liv is young, but she’s not stupid. She’d sooner tell me to go fuck myself than permit me to do something she didn’t want me to do in the first place.

She immediately rocks her head back and forth at my question before positioning me to her opening and that’s when I drive inside, feeling her wrap taut and sinful around me.

My jaw becomes slack at how amazingly and whole she takes me. Her arms wrap around my neck as I take what’s been on a constant loop in my head, but I can’t stop staring at my cock entering her and coming out glistening with her wetness.

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