Daddy's Little Pet | 18+

|The Offer|

RENEE

What an egotistical prick! This statement left my lips the second he said those words. The thought enveloped me as his deep blue eyes entrapped me while I stared at him unabashedly.

'I seemed pretty enraptured? Was there anything I'd like to say to him?' I twisted his questions and thought to myself, was there anything I'd like to say to him?

There was so much I'd like to mumble, maybe up close in his ears, my breasts brushing his chest, and my hands grazing the stubble on his chin.

He quirked his brows as I took a small step back, embarrassed at being caught staring. I shook my head, trying to discard the illicit thoughts in my head.

He placed his right elbow on the nearby counter, a clear indication that he wasn't leaving anytime soon and that he intended to talk to me. His lips were still stretched in that sneaky smirk that did things to my insides, and I swallowed heavily.

Damnit! I couldn't stop looking at him.

When I couldn't look away, I realized this was the first man I was feeling attracted to in years other than Dylan.

'Was this a good thing or not?' I pondered, my eyes roaming over him.

I dragged my gaze from his sinful as fuck face to his chest, and I saw that he had on a white shirt that he filled out amazingly. A small chest tattoo peeked through and I imagined how he'd look naked, my curiosity unstoppable, as different thoughts took over.

He wore black shorts, and his legs were so virile and robust. He was so muscular, ripped, and handsome that once again I began to imagine how he'd look sprawled on the bed with nothing on.

The grip of my hand on my cup tightened, and I took a small gulp of the tropical drink, soothing my parched throat.

"You're not saying anything, baby girl?" His deep husky voice broke through the steamy silence between us, and pleasure rippled through me at what he called me.

I felt goosebumps on my skin, and I could tell my cheeks were burning bright red.

Baby girl...

My mind began to wander and as my eyes closed briefly, I imagined myself on all fours, with this heavily built man behind me, plowing the insides of my pussy.

At intervals, he'd call me baby girl, his veiny hands snaking around my waist and his vast fingers finding the folds of my pussy, stroking it. At the same time, I would scream and come undone, his name leaving my mouth as I reached my orgasm.

He would finger fuck me, bring me to the edge, satisfying me so much. He was older than me. This was a bonus point for my illicit thoughts because it meant he'd be experienced and...

"Baby girl..." He called out, interrupting my sex-fused reverie, and I blinked twice.

I felt a warm sensation ripple through me, and biting my lower lips unconsciously, I began to feel hot.

"Oh, when you bite your lips like that?" He groaned animalistically, and before  I knew what was happening, he took a step forward and brought his fingers to my lips, caressing gently.

"What—" I started to say, but he shushed me, a grin on his lips.

He brushed my lips with his fingers, his hands going to my wavy strawberry-blonde hair, and he caressed it gently too.

"I guess the first thing I should ask would be your name, right?" He asked.

"My name is Renee, and you?" I blurted out.