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“So, is there anything not in the file that I should know about…Jamie.” It’s a challenge wrapped in a question, but her voice is light and airy, like that fucking ocean breeze in my vision. My chest constricts like I’m having a heart attack.
The image of her sitting at the table with me rushes back, only this time, it’s like a vice grip on my balls because in this version, she’s naked and my cum is dripping off her chin while she smiles with drops of my jizz dotting her breasts, mixing with the milk streaming from her palm-sized cotton candy pink nipples.
I imagine spinning her around, pressing her cheek to the table and taking handfuls of those big milkers. Her swollen belly is sexy as fuck as I sink my dick into her tight warmth, securing her hands behind her back while pounding into her warm cunt like I’m trying to fight my way out the other side.
Daddy’s needy, baby. You tease me then wonder why I have to do this. I have to get off using your hot little teenage hole because you make me. Fuck, you make me do it.
Jesus, this needs to stop. I can’t let my dick control things or I’m going to start making stupid decisions.
I clear my throat, ripping my eyes from her tits. “Nothing else. Memorize what’s in there. Anything else you can make up as we go along. Don’t reference your real lifeat all.”
She squints on a smirk and I start counting her freckles.
“You’re Daddy’s best girl,” I mutter, so fucking lost in my fantasy I barely notice the look from Greg and her father. “Gotta play my part. You’re mine.”
“You mean for the weekend,” she says, shifting on the yellow cushion.
Fuck, no, I want to tell her.The weekend? This is the rest of our fucking lives, little girl.
“Sure, let’s play pretend for the weekend. That’s the job. I’m your Daddy. Get used to calling me that.”
She worries her teeth on her bottom lip, her eyes drifting closed, chest rising, lungs filling, then she holds that breath, her peaked nipples calling out for my teeth as I start counting freckles again.
I’m up to fifty-five and I realize I’ve been staring at her in silence, as the two limp dicks stand there like they’re waiting their turn to take it up the ass for a quarter.
“Daddy,” she murmurs, and clutches the file in her lap as the blush on her cheeks deepens. Her nipples practically speak through the thin fabric of her tank top, saying,‘Come suck on us. We’re lonely…’.
Soon, my precious angel. Soon Daddy will take care of all your princess needs.
Finally, she tosses the folder on the chrome and glass coffee table and gives me a smile that makes me want to close the deal right this second, stuff the forty grand in her father’s pocket and take her out to the car to eat her out spread eagle on the hood.
But, I’ll entertain myself with my fantasies for now because her fucktard of a father and Gary are both staring at me.
Gary?
Greg.
Whatever.
The only name I care about is hers.
Hannah.
She taps the toes of her white tennis shoes on the wood floor, and with a snap of her tongue gives me what I need. “Very well, Mr…”
“Belotti,” I supply, a grin tugging at the corner of my lips.
“Very well, Mr. Belotti. What would you like me to do for theaudition?”
Ride my dick until your eyes pop out. Then keep riding it for the next hundred years.
I shrug. “Show me what you got, baby girl.”
She raises an eyebrow at the use of the pet name. But she needs to get used to it.
Once I’m committed, I never retreat. And fuck yeah, I’m committed.
Or I should be, maybe.
