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“Safety first, baby. Now, which way, up or down?” I ask letting my eyes roam over her sweet body with naked lust.
“Unless you know of a really cheap motel where this lovely piece of metal won’t be jacked at…up,” she answers me and I don’t bother waiting. I push the car into gear and finish the five minute drive to the house as her sweet, slightly sweaty scent fills my lungs entirely.
“You came to meet Venus and it didn’t go so well I’d say,” I offer trying to tame down my need so I can get her at least into the house before I toss her down and take her.
“I just wanted the answers to two questions. The first—if she regretted what she did giving me up, to which the answer was an easy no. Apparently she only got pregnant with me to try and land some guy that had money. Which leads to the second question of who my father was, or at least his heritage,” she says stretching her supple little form seductively in the seat, making her top pull tighter across her chest and her skirt inch up showing more of her toned thighs.
“Not a white guy or a black man,” I muse eating up that sexy skin with my eyes.
“Apparently he was some Italian mobster, he got killed before she could force him to marry her and his mother denied I was his, so she tossed me into the discard pile. Hell, she’d likely have tossed me into the literal garbage but she had to have a C-section because I was breech. Likely the only thing that saved my life.”
“You grew up in New York, foster care?” I ask knowing if she was adopted she wouldn’t have come here for answers, she wouldn’t have cared.
“Yeah, no one wanted me apparently, story of my life,” she states with a sigh that fully resonates with me but also makes me chuckle a bit and she hears it. “Fine, no one has ever wanted me for more than a few months and that was just my body. I suppose I could always fall back on momma’s job she had when she got pregnant with me.”
“What was that, baby?” I ask as we hit the garage for the house.
“She was a stripper…what do you think? Could I make more money at that than working at some outdoor café?” she queries, and I can’t help but moan and then firmly swear, not about to let her go show her body off for thousands of men a night.
“I’d have to see you in action to make a true opinion on it, but I think it would be a very bad career move for someone like you baby. You’d have every man there stalking you every minute of the day, and that would definitely go against Survival 101, wouldn’t it?” I tease grabbing her bag before getting her from the car, walking her into the house with me intent on getting her naked and under me in minutes.
Chapter 3
Ivy
All I can think is yummy. I mean this man is just that…yum-my. He has to be at least late thirties. He has some salt and pepper going on at his temples but man it’s hot. He looks like a real DILF and that does such bad things to me. I figured at first that he was some twenty-something that would just want to fuck and after meeting Venus I wasn’t the least interested in that but oh my, he’s a real man and I like that.
The chemistry teacher was the oldest guy I’ve ever been with and he was only thirty at the time, so fourteen years older than me, but this guy has that beat and he’s so much hotter than my teacher ever was. He’s got that ‘I’m rich so what do I care’ look to him but then he backs it up with a bod of a god, big and strong, with a face that women would drool over if it was looking up at us from a magazine.
He’s fast on his feet, not once missing a beat with my little banter earlier and I really don’t care that he’s a stranger. Right now, I want someone to make me forget that I am all alone and likely always will be alone. I want the illusion that this older man will take care of me as he pleasures my body the way I felt earlier when he did up my seatbelt. Now that is such a DILF move and it made the little girl part of me want more.
His answer about me turning into a stripper has me melting and I barely even pay attention as he leads me through a true mansion. Every room is opulent and decadent and wow, I could so stroll around gazing at all the pretty things forever but right now what I want most is the bulge in his pants to come out to play.
We’re barely through a set of double doors before he drops my bag onto a chaise lounge and then I’m pressed tight against his chest as his lips claim mine, unable to touch anything with my feet as he picks me up, holding me to him. Wow, that’s really getting to the girly part of me, thinking of being carried around by daddy and I am so far turned on now that I will let him do anything he wants to me, no questions asked.
My legs wrap around his waist unable to stop myself from doing it and man, I can feel his tight stomach through his dress shirt. My fingers move to the buttons and undo them one-by-one as his mouth continues to devour mine.
I reach down between us, tugging the shirt from his trousers and then push it from his shoulders letting my hands roam over the nakedness of them and the incredible muscles. This man is more than just big, he is built like a warrior and it makes me feel even smaller than I normally do. I’ve never been with a guy near his height and I can’t stop from wondering what sort of length and girth his cock will possess.
“Didn’t I say something about having to see you in action to make a true opinion on that stripper question?” he teases against my ear as he pulls his mouth from mine, his breathing tightly controlled which makes me feel so much better about my own ragged breath.
“It’s kind of hard to try when you pick me up,” I return rolling my hips towards him, my skirt inched up high enough that he could see my frilly panties if he looked down and that makes me wetter. His skin is golden with his tan and I love the difference between it and my darker brown. It really is sexy and he’s so warm while I’m usually chilled and pressed against me down there makes that warmth something really special.
“Well then, show me what you’ve got, baby,” he states moving to a chair, sitting down as he puts me on my feet in front of him.
I’ve seriously never stripped for anyone in my life. It was always a sort of mutual get each other naked type of situation. But one look at his chest and those chiseled abs as he’s sitting there with his pants tented has me shimmying my hips slowly peeling the skirt off first, letting him see my frilly panties.
“Shit baby,” he moans as I turn around letting him see my ass in them and the openness of the back in the shape of a heart that touches the top of my ass crack. I slip my hands up my back, undoing my bra through the shirt and pull it off, sending it swaying in front of his face before I toss it aside leaving me in just the panties and my tee.
“I think you’d need a lot of training that would cost you a fortune, baby, better you stick with the café,” he says grabbing my hips, pulling me onto his lap.
“I didn’t get to the big finale though,” I tease with a pout at him that pulls a moan from his throat. “I was just getting started; little girls don’t wear anything but panties and a top to bed right? That’s how daddy tucks them up.”
“Keep talking, baby, and this daddy will show you just how he’ll tuckyouup,” Damien warns and my hands slip over his shoulders as he thrusts his hips into me, showing me just how built he is down there too.
“Will the wifey be coming home to find daddy in bed with a little girl?” I ask reaching for the button on his trousers, softly stroking against his hard length.
“I may be a real-life daddy, baby, and I’ll gladly play yours, but I’m single as they come,” he states, stopping my hands. His hands lift to my face after he wraps mine around his neck. “I’m thirty-eight, I got an older girl pregnant at seventeen, married her, we were talking divorce when I was finishing college and then she got sick and died when the twins were five. They’ll be twenty-one this fall and they don’t live here during the school year but at a condo near UCLA.”
