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This book is dedicated to all my girlies who love a book daddy.
Society likes to make it seem as though men don’t like thick, curvy women, but that’s not true. Not for me. Not one fucking bit. I like to watch my women bounce. Like to watch my fingers indent into soft flesh.
I like tits that can suffocate me.
Hiding my hand behind my empty glass, I cross my fingers. Pretty fucking please sit by me.
And if getting drunk also includes getting laid by some hot-as-fuck lumberjack… that would also be acceptable.
Up close, this man is doing things to me.
“You want me to take a tequila shot with you, Doll?” Doll. I flatten my palms on the bar for balance.
Yeah, Daddy. I want you to take a shot with me. Off me. Whatever.
Maybe it’s her body. Maybe it’s her mouth. Maybe it’s the way she fucking called me Papi. My blood simmers at the memory. Yeah, Baby Doll, I’ll be your Daddy. Maybe it’s all of it. Maybe it’s just her.
but who needs superheroes if this is what the villains look like? He keeps watching me. Eyes locked with mine. And I can feel it in my chest. I can feel the intensity. The desire. It thrums against my bones. His fingers tighten around mine,
I try to fight the shiver, but it’s impossible. Goose bumps break out up and down my arms. His fingertips skim against my palm. My nipples harden. Then the contact is broken. My lips part, and I fill my lungs. This man, Luther, had me holding my breath.
I close my knees around hers, and I can almost hear her quick little inhale at the contact. I won’t touch her more than this. Not yet. But she started it.
“Rest easy, old man.
“Well, that’s a relief.” I smirk. “And you call me whatever name you want, Baby Doll. But I like it when you say Daddy.”
Okay, Daddy.
This girl is a brat hidden behind a sweet girl exterior.
Calling him Papi. Boldly touching his leg. Him telling me he prefers Daddy, and then me saying it. Doesn’t matter that I did it silently. I’ve never felt so confident.
Watching Kendra lick the salt off her shot glass a second time might send me into cardiac arrest. But we all got to die somehow. And death by Brat is okay with me.
I’m fifty-six. I’ve been around the block.
And this girl inspires me to indulge.
The corner of my mouth pulls up. “Not sure anyone’s called me hot before.”
I’ve never experienced anything like that. Like him. Never been manhandled like that. Never knew I’d want to be.
Can’t stop thinking about that girl. Can’t stop thinking about the image of her with her tits squished around my dick and her lips around my tip. Can’t stop myself from jerking off to the memory of her.
I found my girl. And now I know exactly where to find her. Every night.
Pretty little liar. I’ll make her pay for that later. Groaning, I step away from the door and start to undo my pants.
We fucked.
I want to do it all again.
This little minx.
“You aren’t most people, Kendra Doll.”
Luther lays a hand on my dad’s shoulder with a wicked grin aimed my way. “That’s right, Kendra. I’m your daddy now too.” I gape.
He. Didn’t.
He’s not trying to limit me. Not giving me different food than what he eats. Not telling me to eat less. Have less. Be less. And it’s shit like this that makes him even hotter.
Not a cheater. Just single dad vibes… I dig it.
I choke again.
When I look at Kendra, she’s biting her lip… trying not to laugh. Relief chases away my anxiety.
This fucking brat.
My girl.
“What do you know about pearl necklaces, Kendra Doll?”
“I know I wouldn’t mind you giving me one.”
“Dirty little brat.”
If having a Daddy kink is wrong, I will never be right.
“I think you just fucked my soul into another dimension.
And my gluttonous pussy throbs. If you’re going to fuck me, then feed me, you might as well wife me.
“Just you.”
I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t stay the night. I should walk away now. Before it’s too late. Before feelings get involved. Just you.
Because I already have feelings for Kendra.
“First, I don’t always do what I should.”
“The second problem is…” He lifts a shoulder. “I like you a brownie amount.”
Cutest sound? I’m seriously losing it over this girl.
It’s the need to touch. I have to touch Luther.
