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“Careful what you say, Daddy,” she whispers back, eyes flashing as the song ends. “Someone might hear.”
I lock my lips onto her earlobe, grinding my thick erection into her softness as I tug her head back by the hair, whispering through clenched teeth.
“Mine. As my daughter you belong to me. I’ll do with you as I please. I’ll breed that little baby maker of yours, you’ll lay there on those white sheets, opening your legs, inviting daddy in. When I push all the way deep, taking that innocence you’ve teased me with for so long, you’ll say ‘Thank you’ and I’ll reward you by filling your womb with my load. Hot and sticky, baby, just how you like it.”
Hannah’s body goes limp and I hold her upright until her muscles come back online.
“This is crazy,” she hisses, her eyes unfocused, and I catch Margaret giving us the stink eye.
There’s no way she could have heard me from her place by the champagne fountain, but she’s getting balled up I can tell. I need the space to focus and with the scent of Hannah’s sweet tart cunt close to me, I’ll never get this deal wrapped up.
Margaret waves at me and Jeremy smirks at her side.
“Behave now, little girl,” I warn with a stern pat on her ass. “We’re going to go over there, you be polite and then I’ll take you for a walk and we’ll have some playtime.”
She pouts. “I wouldn’t dream of misbehaving. Though, I’m getting curious what would happen if I did.”
Me too.
We are all smiles as Margaret greets us and introduces the two of us to the other investors that hang on her every decision. Seems she has her own sixth sense about when I’m losing interest. I take a hearty sip of my drink and try to focus on the business and numbers spilling from the men’s mouths.
And yet, all I can truly focus on is getting my dick inside Hannah.
Jamie.
Whatever her name may be from now on, she’s mine. All her holes are mine.
Mouth, ass, and pussy.
I already know I’d kill for her, and I need to show her she’s all fucking mine.
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Hannah
Images of legsweeps and MMA moves make my shoulders tense as not only Maaaaaargaret but a few other of the cougars in the crowd eye up my Daddy.
I played my part to perfection, standing there while Margaret introduced Dietrich to a gaggle of old white guys who entertained her with just enough attention to make her feel part of the crowd. But I’ve not been out of high school long. I know when the popular crowd is just using someone as a means an end.
What that end is, I’m not sure, and I don’t care.
I probably should, but I’m lust dumb with Dietrich so close, and all I can think about is when we can be alone again.
I wander off for a few minutes, not far enough that Dietrich needs to follow, but far enough that they can talk about whatever big money deal is so important a man needs to hire a girl to be his fake daughter. How that fits in, I’m still not sure, but again, I find myself not caring about much besides this new man that has me spreading my legs and taking inflatable plugs up my ass.
Which, by the way, he’s been inflating a little at a time throughout the evening at the most inopportune times. He has a sadistic streak, but it’s difficult to ignore the fact that I’m teetering on the edge of an orgasm from both the physical sensation of what’s inside my rear end and also the power play it’s creating between us.
I know I’m half in love with him already, ridiculous as that sounds. I know my heart’s in danger but there’s a pin prick of hope that’s guiding me towards an unknown outcome that could be everything I’ve ever wished for.
When I look back, Dietrich is exchanging words with Jeremy, who eventually tosses me a grin and wanders off, whistling again, and I fight the urge to flip him the bird.
Dietrich crooks his finger toward me with a half nod, stepping toward the open glass doors that lead to an outdoor dance floor and into the darker back lawn of the estate.
I follow without hesitation.
We casually stroll through the crowds of partygoers and finally step out into the night air. Vegas cools down quickly once the sun sets, and I instinctively cross my arms over my chest to hide the pinpoints of my nips pushing out on my dress.
“Don’t cover up. Not when you are with me.” Dietrich pulls my arms down as he walks us toward a path out to the dimly lit gardens and gazebo.
