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6
Walt
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 Coco. 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.
Coco 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.
I could bring her back to my room and bang her good and rough for the duration of the trip. I could come so deeply inside of her that she daydreams about it for the rest of her life, pines for me when some young buffoon can’t bring her to orgasm. God, I want to. I’m also uncertain whether I could simply walk away when the weekend is over. If I’ve had her. Felt her gush and tremble and moan and call me Daddy, dammit. She’s already becoming an addiction and I haven’t even gotten a single inch of my cock wet in that pussy.
You can do the right thing. You have to.
With the willpower of a thousand men, I quit grinding on her tight ass.
I step back from temptation, breathing hard. But I don’t manage to end the time alone with her completely. She starves me, this girl. And that’s fine, as long as I don’t feast on her.
“We either dance or we go back inside.” I cough to clear the gravel from my throat. “What’s it going to be?”
Slowly, she turns around, face flushed pink, eyes glassy. Hot for my old cock in her sweet, young pussy and there’s nothing I can do about it. “I want to dance, obviously,” she murmurs, sliding her arms around my neck and gradually, torturously, locking the fronts of our bodies together. I grip onto her waist and can’t stop myself from inhaling the light yet sensual scent of her hair, my fingertips digging into her sides out of pure need—and pure self- preservation—because her dress is still bunched up around her hips. I want to get my hands on those supple ass cheeks the way a miser worhips his gold.
Distract yourself. Now.
Talk to her like one of your soldiers. Not a lover. Not a…
Not a Daddy.
Precome sneaks out of my slit even just thinking that word. It comes with so much purpose and responsibility. What is wrong with me?
“What’s this shit I hear about you being abandoned?” I snap out, immediately regretting my army general tone. I should be gentler with her when I’m bringing up something painful. But she only blinks up at me in surprise.
“How did you know?”
“My son told me.”
The color of her complexion deepens. “You were talking about me,” she states.
Now it’s my face’s turn to heat. “Yeah, I guess we were. You walked in and I…” Couldn’t stop staring at the beautiful vision you make. “He volunteered the information. Told me you’ve been a big help to my granddaughter in school.”
“Oh.” Coco wets her lips. “She’s been a bigger help to me. She forces me out of my comfort zone. Gets me out of the apartment to have fun. In general, she just reminds me that life has so much to offer. Not all of it can be found in a book.”
“In other words, she drags you to parties and gets you drunk,” I comment dryly.
She giggles in response and I nearly come down the leg of my slacks. Fuck. I would love her to giggle like that while riding me in a bubble bath, tits covered in suds and bouncing up and down, her fingers threading through my gray chest hair. I have no idea where that idea comes from. I’ve never taken a bubble bath in my goddamn life. Something tells me she would like them, however, and I would love the chance to fill her days with things that make her happy, but it’s not in the cards.
“There might be a little drinking involved,” she says, flirty now, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. “But I never drink enough to make bad decisions.”
“Such as?”
Her nose scrunches up adorably while she thinks. “Going home with a man.”
It takes me several moments to catch my breath. No. What she’s implying can’t be true. “Coco, you’re not…you can’t be a virgin.”
She ducks her head, pressing her forehead to my shoulder. “The closest I’ve come to having sex is with you. Earlier today on the floor.”
My cock is so hard, I have no other choice but to grip her butt cheeks and hoist her up on top of it. As if she anticipated the move, she gasps happily, lustily, wrapping her lithe thighs around my hips. “No, angel baby.”
