Daphne Vs. Daddy

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Dominic

I can’t get her off of my mind.

I haven’t seen her since Mary’s house—God that was awkward, having my ex-wife watch her daughter break up with me, but oh, how I miss her.

When she was my stepdaughter, we did things together. I attended her school plays and helped her with her science fair project and helped her fill out scholarship applications and studied chemistry right alongside her.

She was gorgeous back then, although in a young colt sort of way. A little awkward, a little gangly, totally unsure of herself. I loved being around her, but there were no sparks between us. I didn’t look at her long legs beneath a short skirt and drool over them. I looked at her long legs beneath her short skirt and tried to tell her to put on leggings. Or a nun’s outfit.

I couldn’t force her to, and Mary always took Di’s side, but there were more than a few times where I thought, “I know what the boys are thinking when they see that much skin!”

But it was never what I was thinking.

Now, though … I miss her. I miss her smile and her laugh and her willingness to try anything in bed and her sense of humor and her intelligence.

None of that matters, of course. She’s pissed at me, and I’m not sure if I’m ready to be who she wants me to be.

God, I miss her in bed. So fucking much. I want her so badly, my balls hurt. I’ve got a constant hard-on, everywhere I go, and it’s ridiculous. It’s out of control.

So I figure, what’s the cure? One last final fuck. Hard and rough and I can fuck her like a bitch, just the way she likes it, and then we can say goodbye. It’ll be closure for us.

Yup, I’m totally going to stalk her. I can’t say I’m proud of that fact, but I know when it is that she gets home from the gym. I know her routine. If I just call her and ask her, “Hey babe, wanna fuck?” she’d tell me to go fuck off.

I need to be there when she gets home, and she won’t be able to resist me, once I’m there and she’s looking at me. It’s much easier to say no over the phone, when her senses aren’t involved.

Sneaky? Yup. Underhanded? You bet. Going to do it anyway? You bet your ass I am.

I’m leaning against the wall outside of her apartment door, checking my watch impatiently. Any minute now … I try not to tap my foot but damn, I’m not used to be kept waiting, even if Daph doesn’t have a clue I’m here.

Finally, the elevator door dings open and she steps out. She stops, mid-step, her foot crashing to the floor awkwardly as she’s staring at me. “What are you doing here?” she hisses.

Not necessarily the start I was hoping for, but realistically, I couldn’t expect anything less. She begins digging through her giant-ass purse; why is it that women insist on carrying everything and the kitchen sink with them when they go out into the world?—searching for her keys.

I jerk my head toward the door. “Let’s go inside and we can talk.” She looks suspiciously at me but finally pulls her keys out and we get inside the apartment. She shuts the door behind us, throws her purse onto the hallway table and crosses her arms, leaning against the door and glaring at me.

“So talk,” she half growls.

“I’m here to fuck,” I announce, and her eyebrows shoot to her hairline. “Nothing more. I’m not here to makeup; I’m not here to convince you to take me back, and I’m not even here to tell you I’m sorry. I just figure that after weeks of hot and heavy and hard fucking every night and cunilingus every morning, you’re missing me as much as I’m missing you.”

She opens up her mouth to tell me to fuck off, but her eyes … they’re looking me up and down hungrily. She can see the massive bulge in my jeans; just talking about fucking her has made me hard. She wants me as much as I want her. I just have to convince her body to overtake her mind and stop using so much damn logic for everything.

Sometimes, a good fucking is all a person needs. Nothing more, nothing less.

“So I’ll make you a deal,” I say. “You let me kiss you—just kiss, nothing more. I’ll even keep my hands on your shoulders while I’m doing it. If, by the end of the kiss, you want me to march back out that door, I will. I give you my word.”

She’s hesitating and I’m holding my breath. I don’t want to march out that door until I’ve stuck my cock in her, but…

I will if I have to. I’m here to fuck my stepdaughter one last time, not to rape her. If she says no, I’ll respect that.

She bites her lower lip and her body relaxes against the door and even before she gives a slight nod, I know that she’s mine.

For this moment only.

Then I better make it count, right?

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