Daphne Vs. Daddy

Yeah, I'm thinking like a fucking cave man, but I am here to protect Christine. No other guy is going to do it for her. If he did, he'd probably want to fuck her too and then we'd have a problem, because he'd probably be dead.

So you can't blame me for wanting to protect her. And right now, I promise you, protecting her is trying to get her not to think about this situation that we're in.

Which is going to be harder said than done.

She starts the pressure from the morning.

Right as I wake up, I'm under assault from Christine Jalili.

Her hand is already working my cock under the blankets before my eyes fucking open.

I look over and she smiles at me.

"Hey big boy," she purrs. "Thought I'd wake up with a morning snack."

Before I can say anything, she dives her head under the covers. A second later I feel her warm mouth engulf the tip of my cock.

I sigh.

She continues her ministrations.

I groan.

I'm about to cum she's that good.

But that's when she stops.

I'm a little puzzled when her head pops out the blankets. She looks at me.

"Tell me why you don't want to talk about how fucking unethical and improper it is that you nominated me for the Consultancy Program and are judging me?" she says, her eyes narrowing at me.

Fucking hell.

My balls are ready to burst and she's looking at me, making it very clear that she's not doing anything until I answer her question.

"I thought a lot about it and I realize there's something you're keeping from me," Christine says, her eyes never leaving mine. "I want to know before I get in any mo

re trouble."

"You're not going to get in any trouble," I gasp out.

"Tell me or no sex," she says to me.

Fucking Christ.

People may think of me and my family as soft because we descended from the Mayflower Pilgrims. But I guarantee you growing up with money has done nothing to make me soft. If anything, I've learned to put up with struggle.

"Then it's no sex," I tell her, my balls aching and my cock twitching as I get out of bed. It's hard and not getting any softer.

I see Christine's eyes glued to my cock as I stand up from the bed.

"I'll shower and be ready for brunch if you still want to go," I tell her.

She nods, still entranced by my cock.

But she doesn't let up.

"What is it then that keeps me like this secret part of your life then if you're not worried about the ethical aspect of what we're doing?" Christine asks me as the waiter puts our bellinis down. We're sitting at Balthazar at an outside table. "Because it seems like you're not worried about sleeping with me when you're on the selection committee for the program, but yet you still keep me a secret from your professor friends."