Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Henry
There’s a calendar hanging in the kitchen. Summer has written reminders on it for the end of August.
Pick up welcome package
And then the one that I can’t think about too hard or it hurts.
Residence move-in day
Time is sliding faster and faster now. And she’s pushing my buttons every day now. I can’t fault her for being clear about what she wants, not when she knows I want her, too.
Because the next thing she picks as an “educational learning experience” is far too tempting.
“I want to know how to give a blowjob.”
“You don’t need to give any boys a blowjob.”
“Why not? I’m an adult.”
“So you keep telling me.”
“I’m starting to think you want me to be a little girl forever.” She smirks at me, but goddamn it, that’s a little too close to home. “Daddy. . .”
I give her a warning growl.
“Your little girl is all grown up, though. Ready to learn about sex. And if you won’t teach her. . .”
I haul her in and savage her mouth with a kiss that probably hurts, but fuck it. I need her to stop talking in that sing-song voice that makes me want to bust her in half with my cock.
“No blowjob lessons.”
“I don’t like that answer.” She pouts, and that just makes me kiss her again.
I tangle my hands in her hair and give her a stern look. “I have to open the shop.”
“So what you’re saying is, I should ask again tonight.”
“What I’m saying is, little girls shouldn’t be in a rush to grow up.” But when she sways against me, I dip my mouth, and we’re kissing again, her tongue wet and slick against my lips.
Not a little girl at all.
An eager woman who likes to play at being innocent. Who gets me hard as fuck and makes me want to drag her back to bed, a bed we’re sharing now, and a bed in which I’m not fucking her.
I deserve a gold medal.
I need a cold shower.
And I have customers to get to because real life waits for no horny man.
“I’ll wait until you’re ready,” she whispers as she pushes me toward the stairs.
I rake my gaze down her body, from her bare legs sticking out from the bottom of her sundress, then back up again to the tits I want to decorate with come, and that mouth—still wet from my mouth—she’s offering up.
I’m ready.
I’m fucked, but I’m ready.