Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Are you trying to distract me from my initial question?” I angle my hips and readjust her to a place where she can rub that delicious little cunt up and down every inch of me, because apparently, I’m a masochist. She makes an eager sound and begins a low, sinful grind, her feet dangling two feet from the ground. “I asked about…” I’m already laboring to breathe. I asked about you being abandoned…”
“I know.” She brings her mouth close to mine, releasing a warm exhale across my lips. “I also know you’re asking because you want to explore whether or not I have daddy issues. Because of this.” She grinds faster. “Because of us.”
“Yes,” I manage, my balls pulsing with the unbearable weight of semen. My God, if this is how she rides me as a virgin, I can only imagine how she’d be with a little tutelage. Perfect. That’s what she would be. “Maybe I shouldn’t admit that. Maybe I shouldn’t be asking.”
She halts my words by laying her tongue against my mouth. Just laying it there and holding me in thrall. “I don’t want to lie.”
“Don’t.” I smack her ass and she whimpers beautifully. “Don’t you ever lie to me.”
“Yes, Walt.” She drags her tongue across the seam of my mouth, almost buckling my knees. “It was my father’s decision to give me up. So yes, I do have daddy issues, but…” She kisses me gently, her lips featherlight on mine. “I didn’t realize how deep they ran until I saw you. And I just wanted you to take me home and treat me like your little girl.”
“Jesus.” We’re panting against each other’s mouths. “You’re going to make me nut.”
She cuts off her own moan by biting her lip. “Maybe you have little girl issues.”
“I most certainly do not…” I trail off when I realize she might be onto something. Of course, I don’t have any bizarre or unhealthy attraction toward anyone in my family, but I do have a strong sense of regret over leaving them to grow up without a father because I was so laser focused on my work. Maybe there’s some part of me that sees Coco as my redemption. My second chance. And if these sexy bucks of her hips are any indication, she’s encouraging it. Me. She’s wordlessly begging me to join her in working out our perfectly corresponding issues with one another. “Do you like bubble baths?” I find myself blurting. God, I’m sweating.