“How many times did your parents have to tell you the stove was hot before you touched it anyway?”
20 fucking years old and not a single man has been inside of her, but Denise Meyers has chosen to give herself to me. She thinks I’m just being stubborn, but it scares me how much I want her.
Denise’s like the first snowfall of the winter. When the white flakes blanket Central Park, hills of pure untouched snow make you want to make a mess of it. Even in my most expensive attire, I’ll find myself gathering a fresh scoop just to leave my fingerprints there.
What happens if I’m the one who can’t get enough?
I think that’s what scares me the most. I barely notice her taking steps to get closer to me in the kitchen. She’s put her coat on the rack beside the door, and the flash drive is sitting on the countertop of my island. I have stew and rice cooking behind me, and Denise wants me to fuck her.
She’s the first breath of fresh air I’ve tasted, but my guilt is just as strong as my desire. I’ve never cared too much about other people’s feelings, but Denise is different. I don’t want to be that guy who can’t give her everything she wants, and that’s mostly what’s holding me back. The reason why I’ve never gotten in a relationship was my emotional unavailability.
I can’t do that to her.
“What are you making?” she asks. “It smells delicious.”
“Beef stew and rice.”
“Shit. I’m sorry. This is your time to relax. I should have known because I was settling in myself and barged over here to give you my reports.”
She’s beginning to ramble when I silence her by taking a spoonful of the broth from the pot and holding it out in front of her. “Open your mouth.”
Denise doing immediately as she’s told soothes something inside of me. Everything else seems like a battle except when it comes to me coming close to her. She’s a woman who knows what she wants, and I can't find any fault in that.
The moans coming from her throat make me wish it was from me and not my food. “It tastes as good as it smells.”
“So do you,” I quip before I can stop myself. Flirting with her is far easier than I like. I can’t help it.
“That’s not fair. You’ve gotten to taste me, when will you let me return the favor?”
My cock is swelling, and I can’t stop it as my mind drifts to that tongue of hers lavishing over my fingers. I pour myself another glass of Brandy and toss it back to help stifle the desires growing inside of me. I’m not going to be able to hold myself back if she keeps this up.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why have you waited all this time?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “I was busy and not interested. It’s nothing that I like to do, but with you, I want everything. I feel like you were the one who was meant to have everything I have to give. Why fight it?”
“Why fight it?! You’re 20 years old, and somehow, I doubt that it will be smooth sailing with the people in your life if they find out you’re fucking a 37-year-old.”
“I have one best friend, and well, the family thing is not an issue. I don’t have to explain myself to anyone even if there were a bunch of people in my life. What business is it of theirs?”
“You’re right. I just don’t want you to regret anything when it comes to me.”
“Daddy, I promise I won’t.”
That does it for me as I turn the burners off, gripping her by the neck and pulling her in for a kiss that even rattles me. Her lips are soft, both sets. I wrap my arms around her and hoist her up to put her legs around my waist.
She’s positioned perfectly over my erection, and I want to forget all of the imaginary boundaries I’ve put in place to stop this very thing from happening.
We move from the kitchen, tongues tangling and sweet whimpers of anticipation coming from her as I lay her down on the bed. I take my shirt off and let my boxers drop to the ground, standing near the edge of the bed. Denise gets on her hands and knees, crawling toward me.
Those gorgeously plump pink lips are at the perfect height to kiss my cock, which she does without hesitation. The warmth envelops me, and her tongue latches onto it with a long sucking motion.
“Inhale as you take me in,” I tell her to give myself as much room as possible to touch the back of her throat. “Breathe through your nose.”
She takes my instructions, and it allows me to enter her mouth in a fluid motion. I grip her head with both hands, moving it in a bobbing motion. Up and down as she tries to suck my dick masterfully.