“I’m so grateful, what you did this afternoon.”
“Hey, I told you. Just call me Daddy.”
I didn’t mean to say that either. I have to get a grip. My feelings for this full, ripe young woman are powerful, and she doesn’t need the hassle of a fuckup like me in her life. Still, I can’t keep away from dreamy thoughts of her sparkly eyes, how they would gleam and pop and water if I stuck my cock into the back of her throat. Whenever I can stop one kind of filthy thoughts about her, another image of her comes up and this time even dirtier.
“Anybody would have done the same, Jessica.” I’m trying to keep my voice level. “Mimi is a wonderful kid. I could see she wasn’t happy to see that guy. So there was no way he was going to get past me.” Damn, I don’t mean to come off like some prick, thinks he’s some big hero or something.
“I don’t think anybody would have done the same, Christian. I don’t think very many people would have done that. Jake can be a pretty terrifying guy. Most people, far as I’ve seen, step out of his way when he tells them.”
“I couldn’t do it, Jessica. Him going after Mimi? She is so great.”
“Well, she really likes you. But you mustn’t give her candy. You hear?”
“Oh, okay. Is that what this is about? You want to slap my wrist?” Not even thinking, I’ve gone from raging hard on to aching balls in about half a second.
She giggles. “If anyone’s at fault, it’s me for being late in the first place.”
“Maybe you need a spanking.” Oh! I should have held that back for sure. But her voice lowers.
“Maybe.”
Now the silence is a little longer. I really want to say something to her. All the things I can think of to say, I know I shouldn’t say any of them.
I shouldn’t tell her that I really want to spank her until her ass is red and raw. Drag her panties off and eat her juicy pussy until she shakes from her toes. I won’t tell her that I want to jam my cock down in throat and shove it hard until she swallows about a half a bucket of hot sticky cum. I definitely should not say that I want to mount her, ram my cock inside her and ride her like a Bronco.
“Well,” she says, hesitating.
I know, this is the bit where we both try and find a polite way of saying, ‘Bye, then.’
I blurt, “You eat yet?”
She sighs. “Not had a chance. I got back and I had to get Mimi’s stuff together for tomorrow, packed her up and take her round to Mom’s. She stays over when my shift means I have to be out too early to take her into daycare.” She lets out a pretty little laugh. “I am making it all sound really complicated. It’s not a burden or a chore for me, I just adore her. But, since you ask, no.” That sparkle of giggle again. “I fed Mimi, but I didn’t get around to feeding me yet.”
“Well, look. Not if it’s awkward, I mean, just say no, but, you know,”
“Yes?”
“I could get pizza.”
“Yes!”
“We can make it somewhere near where you are, if you don’t mind letting me know where you live. I know you’re probably trying to keep it quiet. So I understand,”
“Why not get pizzas and bring them here?”
I’m surprised. But she tells me her address. Shew makes it sound completely natural. Like, ‘Of course, why not?’ She’s too innocent. It makes me want to take care of her. Over to her little district pretty flocking fast.
I’m thinking by the time I get there she will have gone to bed. She’s gonna regret inviting me over. I don’t even know what kind of pizza she likes. She would probably like a beer but it would look wrong if I took beer for her and not for me.
I get pizzas and sodas, from a place near where she lives to get pizzas and soda. Even though I call ahead, the guy tells me I have to wait while they make them. “This time of night, we don’t want to make a pizza and you don’t show up for it.”
Her apartment is over a small row of shops, one of a line of walk ups. I climb the steps and find her white front door.
Standing in front of the door, I’m thinking whether to knock. She said she had an early shift. I don’t want to wake her if she’s asleep already. She opens the door before I have time to think any more. She stands for a moment, looking at me. And I look at her. Her hair is different. She’s pulled it up. A couple her strands hang down her long neck it makes her even sexier than she usually is.
In a little black slip, over a lacy bra and a pair of denim shorts, she’s like a filthy dream come to life. My cock fattens up and stiffens, pivoting up in my pants. Her eyes go down to it and stay there. I’m embarrassed.
She sounds breathless as she says, “Hey, Daddy.”
I suppress a groan. If she talks like that, it’s going to be hard to keep this visit respectable. I shouldn’t have come.
“Please, Christian,” she says, “come inside.”
Chapter 4 Jessica
He fills the doorway like a dream come true. A big alpha male with a trace of a shy little boy smile. And pizzas. I can’t help wondering if he crammed a couple of socks or something down the front of his pants. I know it can’t be that, though because, when my
