Using my shoulders as a hand-hold, she leans back, giving me a view of my thick man’s shaft, surrounded by salt and pepper hair, driving into her tiny blonde sex, her soaked bathing suit panties pushed just to the right. It’s enough to send me racing for the peak, grunting, sweating, yanking her up and down on my veiny shaft, her ass cheeks clutched in my hands.
“Fuck,” I push between my teeth, sliding my right hand over slightly to finger her back entrance. “Two million for the ass. Ten. I’ll do anything.”
Josie molds our fronts together again, rasping in my ear, “You get it for free, Papa.”
Ah, Jesus. I’m jackhammering her now, her dangling heels hitting off the backs of my knees, my pants down around my ankles. My balls are heavier than boulders and despite my common sense, possessiveness is turning like a crank in my chest. My gut. Claim, claim, claim.
“If you weren’t on the pill…” I rear back and slap her ass. Twice. “I’d get you pregnant for wearing that goddamn bathing suit.”
There’s a new, excited light in her eyes when they lock on mine, her breath racing fast, so fast. “I stopped taking m-my pill this weekend,” she whispers, searching my face. “I know it’s bad. I know that makes me a bad girl. But I want your baby, Papa. I want a part of you inside of me. I need it.”
It’s the image of Josie, belly round with my child, that decimates me.
Snaps my tether.
“Oh Christ,” I choke, my balls contracting, unloading their contents. Firing hot, heavy lust up the stalk of my shaft and spurting it into Josie, my hips slamming upward like pistons, her cunt slapping wetly on my lap. Imagining she’s telling the truth, that she really stopped taking her pill. That she wants to get pregnant. By me. I imagine she really means it and she’s not just saying the perfect thing to get me off, earning every penny of her million. I imagine that she wants to be my wife and it sets me off again, forcing me to lunge forward, grinding her ass against the gazebo wall with my hips so I can come as deeply as possible, her pussy massaging me with naughty ripples. “Good, baby. Work it out of me. Get yourself nice and bred.”
Her luscious body jolts at the word bred, and she whines my name, climaxing around my still-thrusting cock, her nails tearing at the front of my shirt. “Papa, Papa, Papa.”
Josie slumps against me a few seconds later, her face fitting into my neck, my cock still lodged in her tightness. I’m dripping onto the floor of the gazebo, my breath scratching in and out of my lungs, but I savor this moment to hold her. I accept it gratefully, knowing it won’t last. Not until I cave in and offer her money. God help me, I’ll hand her my whole fortune to feel like this, even if it’s a lie.
She lifts her head and spears me with a look, urgency filling her expression. “Gunner—”
“What the hell is going on here?”
My shoulders stiffen at the sound of John’s voice, coming from just outside the gazebo.
Christ.
I haven’t given a thought to our surroundings. There was only Josie.
But now…I can imagine what John is seeing. My pants around my ankles, his teenage daughter’s legs wrapped around my waist, my cock tucked up in her petite pussy. If the situation were reversed, I would strangle him to death. That’s what I deserve, isn’t it?
The color has drained from Josie’s face, but I give her a nudge and she quickly drops her legs from around my hips, pulling her bathing suit bottoms back into place and putting the top back on. Slowly, I zip back in my pants and turn to face red-faced John.
“I can’t believe this,” he says, staggering back. And then, horror dawns on his face. “This is why she’s been acting like college is still a given. You’re paying for it?” He shakes his head, putting more pieces together. “And this is what you’re getting in exchange. Isn’t it, you sick fuck?”
“Dad, stop,” Josie says, positioning half of her body behind me, her hand curling into mine. “You don’t understand.”
“No, daughter, you don’t understand. Money buys men like this whatever he wants.” He sneers at me. “He’d never get laid otherwise.”
“Dad!”
“No, he’s right.” I have difficulty swallowing, heat climbing the back of my neck. “This is just an arrangement.” I have no delusions that she wants me in real life.
“Just an arrangement?” Josie cries out, moving to stand in front of me, the tears back in her eyes. “Maybe for you it is. But I’ve been in love with you since I was twelve. Minute after hour after year, I loved you and ached for the day I would be old enough to be with you.” She shoves me in the chest, but I don’t move. All I can do is stand there and stare at her, dumbfounded. In love with me? This girl is in love with me? “I’m the one who sent you that email. With the link to the sugar babies website. I was begging you to see me as a woman. To…give in. To let me in. I thought…I thought if you could just spend some time with me, you would love me back.” She breaks into an awful, gulping sob that tears my heart straight down the middle. “This is my fault. I didn’t know how else to pay for college without exposing my dad and now you’ll never believe me. You think I’m j-just with you for money—and that’s all you want from me. An arrangement.” She starts to back away. “I was wrong to think you could feel the same. I was an idiot.”