The Lyon's Cub Caitlin (Lyon The Next Generation 1)

“Can you feel how much I want you? Feel how hard he is? He can’t wait to go all the way inside you. But I don’t want to take you in a rush and then have to drive you back home a few minutes later. So one day soon, we’re going to spend the whole day together and I’ll show you what I’ve been waiting for, for the past year and a half at least.”

She was no longer listening to me as her body heated up and I sucked her nipple between my teeth. I kept up a steady fucking in and out of her with the bare tip of my cock and felt her pussy muscles tighten seconds before she coated my cockhead with more of that sweet pussy cream.

I didn’t mean to, I meant to pull out, but the feel of her wrapped around me so tight set me off and I shot off inside her still virgin pussy, shot after shot of hot potent jizz.

Todd

“Let’s go get cleaned up and I’ll take you for some ice cream.” She was looking hot with her top still open and her breasts on full display, her nipples still wet from my mouth. And I had a moment of, ‘is this really my Caitie?’ Did we really make it this far?

“One more.” She lifted up to reach and our mouths came together in heated passion. I held her head in my hand letting all the emotions run free. “I’m going to make you very happy Caitlin, I promise you.”

She pulled me back in and took it up a notch. I had to pull away because it was getting to me; she was getting to me. “Let’s go!” We got cleaned up in the bathroom and then I held her hand all the way to the ice cream parlor as we drove.

Tonight I changed the game and held her hand all the way to the counter, then dropped it to put mine around her waist as she pretended to read the menu knowing that she was going to get the same thing she always does.

I licked ice cream from the corner of her lips while sitting at the table which made her eyes pop because I know she thinks I was afraid to do all that stuff because of fear. Nothing could be further from the truth. She may not know it now, but I’m fixing to give her everything her father and mother raised her to expect from the man she loves and who loves her.

So I listened to her go on and on about her friends at school, held her hand over the table, told her she was beautiful, all the things I felt and wanted her to know. When I took her home at a respectable hour I saw the appreciation on her dad’s face and knew I was making strides in the right direction.

I wasn’t planning on staying there tonight though, so I told her goodnight at the bottom of the stairs and watched her go up before saying bye to the others and heading out.

Once back home I made sure the house was secure and this time I sat facing the door. I never want her to see that shit ever again. We didn’t talk about it, but it’s been bugging me every once in a while all day. The fact that she refused to bring it up tells me how scared she still is. She thinks I’ll think she’s a baby if she does.

LYON

The kid’s doing alright. So far he’s been handling himself pretty much the way I want him to. I still get a little hot around the collar when I see the two of them walk out the door, but it’s getting easier each time. All I have to do is think of something else, keep myself busy.

I have a new problem on the horizon though I can see it. Fucking Mengele has pieced together the fact that I don’t want her mother to know what we’re dealing with and she’s learning how to use that shit to her advantage. She already conned the computer out of me, now she’s gearing up for something else.

I know she is because she keeps walking back and forth in front of the door to my office. Mancini, Creed and Law were spending time with their women and Kat was somewhere in the house doing who knows what. When we have guests she never sits still and me telling her to cut that shit out doesn’t make a difference.

“Daddy?” She finally made up her mind about whatever the hell it was she wanted to annoy me with.

“What is it Mengele?” Two days ago she was my innocent little girl who needed cuddling because of a bad dream. The thing that walked through that door is about as far from innocent as a body could get.