lemon-y
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- Parts 9
"Y-your nine years older than me," I squeaked.
He moved his hand underneath my blouse and gently rubbed the skin on my waist, "Age doesn't matter, my sweet."
"You look so innocent, so untainted; it makes me think of ways to taint you, to show everyone that you're mine." He darkly claimed.
His words were said with such precision and determination. I liked it a lot. He made me feel something different, something good and desirable.
"From this day forward, call me Daddy."