Too Hot to Handle
too hot to handle
“How did you let this happen, man?”
“I don’t know,” Doug answers, his voice anguished. “I swear it was a mistake, Jay. I borrowed the money from the company to tide me over until my next paycheck. I was going to put it back. I swear to God. You've got to believe me, man.”
It doesn't matter what I believe. I don't tell Doug that, though. Doug is my roommate from college. He was always a bit wild and irresponsible. Apparently, having a child hasn't changed him. Same old Doug.
I don't ask him how much he “borrowed” and forgot to put back. None of my business.
But why did he use me for his one phone call?
He gets to the point soon enough.“Will you watch my little girl for me while I'm in here?”
I pause.
“They’re taking the house,” he says into the silence. “My baby girl won’t have anywhere to go.”
“You don't have anyone else, man?” I ask him cautiously. I don’t mind helping him out, but Jesus, I haven’t seen his daughter since she was eight years old. What if she’s not comfortable with me?
“My parents are both dead, and my dead wife’s parents want nothing to do with us. Layla has never even met them, and you know I don't have any siblings, so there's no one else.”
My mind is spinning. I'm a certified bachelor. I know next to nothing about taking care of kids.
When I remain silent, still trying to wrap my head around everything, Doug adds with a note of desperation to his voice, “Please, Jay. Make sure nothing happens to my girl. I don't care about anything else. I don’t care about losing the house. I don’t care how long they lock me up. I need to know she's safe. And I can't think of anyone I would entrust her to more than you.”
Doug may have fucked up, but his concern for his daughter is genuine, and what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t help him?
“Of course, man. You know I'll do it.”
Doug and I aren’t as close as we were in college, but he's still an old buddy, and I can't in good conscience leave his daughter to fend for herself because of her father's fuck up.
Relief floods Doug's voice. “Thanks, man. You're doing me a solid. You have no idea how much this eases my mind.”
“You got it. Focus on getting your shit together, and don't worry about Layla. I'll take care of her.”
* * *
My first glimpse of Layla almost knocks me over. I don't know what I expected. Doug told me his daughter is now a senior in high school, so I knew she was eighteen, but nothing could have prepared me for the perfect blonde angel standing before me.
The last time I saw Layla, she was eight years old with big blue eyes and pigtails. She's still got the big blue eyes, but now they're framed by thick, dark lashes, and her blonde hair flows down her back to the top of a perfectly rounded ass. My mouth goes dry, and my cock rises in my jeans at the sight of it. It’s the kind of ass that turns men into animals.
“Uncle Jay!” she screams before she flings herself into my arms, wrapping her arms and legs around me.
And oh, sweet Jesus, her perfect little cunt, so soft and sweet, settles right against my nasty erection. It’s hard for me to breathe. I suck in deep, gulping breaths, but it only fills my nose with her sweet berries scent. She smells young and ripe and oh so fucking innocent.
I gently unwind her arms from my neck and set her on the ground.
I’m confused at her exuberance to see me. “Do you remember me, sweetheart?”
She bobs her head up and down excitedly. “Of course! I was only a little girl, but I never forgot you, Uncle Jay!”
She giggles. Fucking giggles , and my god, the sound is more beautiful than a choir of angels singing.
I swallow at the worship shining in her innocent eyes, feeling like a complete scumbag for the hard-on tenting my pants for this sweet girl. Doesn’t stop my eyes from sweeping over her tight, young body, though. She’s got a pair of lush, ripe tits peeking out from the top of a form-fitting tank top, and those little booty shorts barely cover her sweet kitty.
I tear my eyes from her body, completely ashamed of myself. I'm sick. Here I am, thirty-five years old, and this girl is eighteen. I have no business reacting to her this way—not to mention she's my buddy's daughter, for Christ's sake. Which means I'm old enough to be her father.
“You remember me, Uncle Jay?” Her sweet voice cuts into my thoughts.
I drag my eyes back up to her innocent face. She has perfectly puffy pink lips made for sucking cock. She’s the most innocent-looking angel princess I've ever seen.
All I can do is grunt. “You've grown up a lot since I last saw you.”
She flips her hair and beams at me like I've given her the greatest compliment. “Yep! I'm not a little girl anymore,” she pronounces proudly.
Fuck yes, you are, baby doll. You’re Daddy's little girl.
I blink, mortified at my thoughts. Where the fuck did that come from?
“Are you ready?” I ask her, uncomfortable as hell with this entire situation. It never occurred to me that Doug’s daughter would grow up to be a beautiful angel. Everything about her is light and perky and pretty. It almost hurts to look at her.
And fuucck , having her barely legal pussy parading around my house in skimpy outfits like this is going to make however long Doug is locked up unbearable.
She peers up at me innocently. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I answer her gruffly. “Where's your stuff?” I'm studiously avoiding her tits and her perfect stomach, and hell, even her face. There's nowhere I can look that doesn't cause my cock to swell painfully in my jeans.
She tips her head to the side and regards me thoughtfully. “You've got this funny look like you're in pain or something.”
I let out a humorless chuckle.
She frowns. “Are you?”
“Am I what?” I hedge.
She doesn’t let it go. “In pain?” she asks me frankly, innocently.
“Fuck, yes,” I croak. “But don't you worry about it. It's not your problem.”
She bites her lip and looks at me with worry in those blue pools. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”
I laugh in shame. This sweet angel is worried about me being in pain. She has no idea that the only thing hurting is my filthy fucking cock, straining to bust through these jeans and get to her tight little pussy.
Fuck yeah, being buried balls deep in her little virgin pussy will help me.
And I knowher pussy is untapped. It's written all over her—from those innocent blue eyes down to the hot pink nail polish on the tips of her toes.
I shake my head. Focus. She’s your friend's daughter. Stop thinking about her blue eyes and her pink toenails. And for the love of all things holy, make your dick go down.
“Don’t worry about me. Where's your stuff?”
My cock laughs at me and swells even harder in my jeans when Layla turns around and bends over to pick up one of her bags. Her sweet ass is pushed up in the air, and I ball my hands into fists to keep from grabbing her hips and humping against her like a wild animal.
The irony of the situation isn't lost on me. I've never reacted to a woman so strongly in my life, and the one time I do, she’s a fucking teenager nearly half my age entrusted into my care by a good friend.
I take the bag from her and grab her other bags, nodding my head at the car. “Go get in the car, princess.”
She pauses when I call her princess and looks up at me from beneath lowered lashes, her cheeks turning pink.
Fuck, if my cock wasn't already straining against my zipper, it sure as hell is now. She likes it when I call her princess. It's written all over her pretty little virgin face.
“Sure thing, Uncle Jay.” She smiles up at me brightly before skipping over to my vehicle.
Moisture leaks from the tip of my cock, and I take a moment to turn away from her and readjust myself. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, trying to control my visceral response to her.
I begin to pray. Lead me not into temptation …
When I open my eyes again, Layla is bent over with her sweet ass in the air again.
Fuuuck.