Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Jesus Christ,” he rasps, starting to twist away—but he can’t. Not completely. Half turned, his eyes remain glued to the juncture of my thighs, his tongue coming out to wet those perfectly-matured lips, surrounded by a gray and black five o’clock shadow.
Slowly, I close the distance between us, tucking the panties into Gunner’s pocket while his barrel chest heaves, faster and faster. “I can be your secret, Papa,” I whisper, gently dragging my middle finger down, along the stiff spear of his erection. “Think about it.”
“It’s not happening, Josie,” he grinds out, yanking my skirt down, back into place. “Go.”
He moves to the other side of the kitchen where he plants his hands on the counter, dropping his head forward. Moonlight streams in through the closest window, bathing him in white light and my heart races, clenching and releasing with yearning. To be in his arms. To have him surround me with that big, safe body and tell me everything will be okay.
Because I desperately need someone to tell me that right now.
Not only has my infatuation just told me, forcefully, to leave, I have one month to come up with my first semester’s tuition. No way my father will pull it off in time.
My options are dwindling. Fast.
I could ask any number of my friends for the money. Their parents probably wouldn’t even miss it. But that would expose my father. That would out me as a fraud.
Not one of them.
There is one option a lot of girls my age have to pursue—being a sugar baby. Finding a man much older than them to foot the bills. In exchange for…company. Of the biblical variety.
There is a website I’ve visited many times. I still haven’t brought myself to create a profile, but I’m nearing the deadline fast when I’ll need money. I’ll have no choice but to make a profile soon and hope someone is interested.
But what if…what if I could be Gunner’s sugar baby?
It would be a dream come true.
And if he’d just let down his guard, he’d realize I would be good for him. That no one will love and appreciate his hard work like I do. If we just spent some time together, as adults, he’d stop thinking of me as a child. Or the friend of his son. Daughter of his colleague. I could be the one thing in his life that isn’t related to stress and work.
That’s when the idea formulates…
Chapter Two
Gunner
Jaw grinding, I stare at the little pink pile of lace on my desk.
I can be your secret, Papa. Think about it.
Josie has no idea how long I’ve been thinking about it. I’ve been counting the days until she leaves for college, dread and relief warring inside of me. When she leaves, I won’t have to come home every night worried I’ll finally snap. Finally drag the girl up to my bedroom, slam the door and fuck her until she screams.
The constant temptation is killing me. The way she dances into the kitchen in various revealing outfits, her hands growing more and more brave when they touch me. She’s the ultimate forbidden fruit. Twenty seven years my junior. My son’s best friend. The daughter of a colleague. And on top of everything, I’ve been almost like a second father to her all these years.
I’m not sure when everything changed. It’s a blur. Work does that to me. It blinds me to everything going on in my personal life. One day I looked up and Josie had a perky little rack and a mouthwatering ass that made my cock stand straight up. My head spun at the changes, which she loves to display in my kitchen to the detriment of my sanity.
The girl is a flirt. A tease.
She has always had that nature, but her new body makes that personality a weapon.
I can’t be the only victim, right?
I tell myself this over and over again.
The girl is only being kind to the bulky old man, making me feel desirable. Reminding me I still have a working dick and decades left to use it. There is no way in hell that beautiful girl wants me, an aging, thick around the middle bastard with more salt in his hair than pepper. It’s just a game. She’s only teasing, playing around.
That’s what I thought until she propositioned me.
Josie could have her pick of any man in this world, let alone this city.
And yet…
I can be your secret, Papa. Think about it.
God help me, it has been a week since she said those words to me and they’ve been echoing in my head ever since. I can’t get rid of my erection, no matter how many times I stroke off. And every single time, I think of her whining Papa in my ear, her tight pussy making squelching noises while I pump in and out of it. Honestly, I should be sent to prison for even fantasizing about the girl, but that’s as far as I’m going to get.