Naughty Tales Collection

“Mr. Daily…” She whines and my cock throbs, wanting out, demanding I free us both of our clothes and take her.

Right here.

Right now.

“Jack. Call me Jack, Eden.” My hands roam her body until I get to her hips and I drag her closer, allowing her to feel the rigid length of my cock and what she does to me. “You made a mistake today Eden.”

I see her eyes flutter as she tries to concentrate on what I’m saying. “How?”

“This fucking outfit. When I saw you, all I wanted to do was rip it off. You better still be wearing it when I pick you up tonight.” I groan, wanting to take her now.

“Tonight?” Her eyebrows furrow with her confusion.

“Tonight.” I confirm.

“I’m working tonight.” Her words only piss me off. All those horny bastards watching her.

“What time?”

She licks her lips as she tries to think. “I have three sets tonight, the first is at ten, but I have to be there for nine.”

“Fine, I’ll be at your house at eight.” My words grow harsher the more I think about her dancing for other men.

“What about Oli?”

“He’s a big boy, I’m sure he knows how to keep his trap shut.” He’d fucking better.

“I don’t know…”

“Baby, the only way you’re going in to work tonight instead of being strapped to my bed until morning is if my cum is dripping down your silky thighs while you’re dancing for other men. They need to know you’re taken and mine.” I bite the words out, forcing myself to get under control before I fuck her senseless here and now.

“Mr. Daily…”

“Jack.” I snap.

Eden’s clear green eyes stare up at me. Swirling with a mix of confusion and desire. “Jack,” she licks her lips and her hips move slightly forward, “That’s not a good idea.”

“Why the fuck not?” I see nothing wrong with it.

“Because I’m not on the pill.”

“So?” I don’t even have to think about. I’m thirty-nine fucking years old, I’m not getting any younger, and this woman is mine for life. I’ve waited a long fucking time for her. I won’t let a little thing like kids change my mind.

She rolls her eyes now and I pinch her ass cheek. “Ouch.”

“Don’t be a brat.”

“I’m not. I’m being sensible.”

“Sensible is my dick buried balls deep in your tight pussy right fucking now, but I know you won’t be up for that yet. Soon, but not yet.”

“You can’t say those things.” She smiles shyly and I know she enjoys it.

“Why the hell not?”

“Because we’re in a school. Where you’re the principal.” Her words are hushed, scandalized even and it’s cute.

“Baby, I’ll do whatever I please, whenever and wherever I please. And I’ll damn well be doing it with you.” It’s not just a promise but a damn vow. This woman is mine.