Olympic Obsession – Yes Daddy Read Online Lena Little

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The first time I saw a picture of her in her red bathing suit smiling for the camera, I knew that Marissa Lynn Graves was going to be a sports sensation. As a sports agent, I’ve always had a knack for discovering talent. What I didn’t know when I looked at that first picture was how infatuated with her I would become.Over the next few months, I built myself a virtual shrine filled with photos and videos of her swim meets. Win or lose, it didn’t matter as long as I got to see her innocent smile, her blonde hair, and her perfect curves.Infatuation becomes obsession when she wins the Nationals and announces her intentions to try out for the Olympic team. So I fly out to Colorado to convince her that she needs me to get her to the Paris games. Can an older man like me convince this young woman that she needs me as a lover, too?Seeing her in person, I know I have to win her. I’ll get her that gold medal, but I also want my prize.The first time I saw a picture of her in her red bathing suit smiling for the camera, I knew that Marissa Lynn Graves was going to be a sports sensation.As a sports agent, I’ve always had a knack for discovering talent. What I didn’t know when I looked at that first picture was how infatuated with her I would become.Over the next few months, I built myself a virtual shrine filled with photos and videos of her swim meets. Win or lose, it didn’t matter as long as I got to see her innocent smile, her blonde hair, and her perfect curves.Infatuation becomes obsession when she wins the Nationals and announces her intentions to try out for the Olympic team. So I fly out to Colorado to convince her that she needs me to get her to the Paris games. Can an older man like me convince this young woman that she needs me as a lover, too?Seeing her in person, I know I have to win her. I’ll get her that gold medal, but I also want my prize.

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MALCOLM

“Marissa Lynn Graves,” I whisper her name under my breath as I read through the latest article about her, resisting the urge to grab my cock and stroke it to images of her bent over a chair and begging me to take her.

Maybe later.

I nabbed the Sports Weekly at the airport newsstand when I saw her face on the cover. Between the files of downloaded articles, pictures, and videos on my laptop and the neatly stacked print magazines in my apartment, it’s clear that I’ve lost my mind over a girl I’ve never even met.

If she knew how many times I’ve jerked off to her face, she might not meet me now. I’ve memorized every inch of her with such detail I feel as if I already know her. There’s no doubt she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, but hearing her wholesome life story and Olympic dreams compels me to want more than just a chance to sleep with her.

In fact, she’s all I think about now. At thirty-seven, I never thought I’d find myself obsessing over a nineteen-year-old. I’ve never been one of those guys who got hung up on a woman’s age. Sexy doesn’t come with some arbitrary number attached, and I guess we don’t choose who we’re attracted to, right?

As a sports agent, I usually represent professional athletes. It’s a cutthroat, fast-paced business, and I live for the thrill of the kill, so to speak. It’s also where the money is. The Olympic rules don’t allow pros to participate so, in most cases, sports agents pretend they don’t exist. Every once in a while, an Olympic hopeful comes along that you just know will be worth the investment.

Marissa Lynn Graves is one of those, and it seems like every agent in the country is trying to get a piece of her.

Summer is quickly approaching and she still hasn’t hired an agent to help her secure a spot on the Olympic swim team. Sure, a lot of Olympic athletes go without representation, but the true champions know they need someone to secure endorsements and interviews for them after they win the gold.

This girl, with her all-American apple pie name and movie star looks, can be a megastar. She’s too naïve to know it and that’s why she needs me to guide her. I’m flying to Denver to meet with her family, but the word on the grapevine is that I’m not alone. I have to get to her before the others because I’m not leaving Denver without signing her. I don’t care what it takes. She’s mine. In all the ways that matter.


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