Page 6 of Still His

CHAPTER2

Simon

Stupid.

Letting her old nickname slip, in my own voice when she was so close to cumming, was stupid. I’ve been playing this game with her for three years now. I know better than that.

I know I should feel guilty for doing this with her. For all intents and purposes, she is my daughter, and we will get a lot of shit for our relationship when we come out. Because whether she realizes it or not, these past three years have just proven to me that she’s mine.

And now she’s coming back home.

I’m not sure what’s bringing her home, but I do know it’s long overdue. I have been on the edge for a long time, waiting for her to come home and ignoring my impulse to grab her and claim her.

But she knows how I am. Experience is the best teacher after all. And if she wants me, she is going to have to come back to me. I’m not about to chase her around because she was insecure.

No. She needed to come to this decision on her own.

The last three years have been nothing short of a living hell. Waking up every day knowing that bastards around the world were getting to see my girl naked and vulnerable right along with me? That was some hard shit to swallow.

And hundreds of thousands of people watched her now.

In the beginning, she hadn’t attracted a lot of attention, so she had to supplement her income as a waitress. As time went on, her fanbase grew and she was able to make quite a living at being a cam girl…and I’ve hated every fucking second of it.

God, the idea of other men jerking off to my little girl still sends me into a jealous rage.

She’s mine.

I get it. I do. She’s sinfully sexy with her delicious curves and voluptuous body and I am aware of this.

I’m also aware that I’m not all that different from these other men and women watching her. I’ve been fucking my fist over her just like they do, except for one giant detail.

She will only ever be mine.

I’m actually borderline psychotic when it comes to Cat. If she was with someone else, or someone else tried to take what was mine, I would bleed them out without a second’s hesitation.

She. Is. Mine. Period.

Putting my throbbing dick back into my pants, I move shit around and use my phone to turn the lights back on.

I have a lot to do to get ready for her return and none of it involves fucking my fist over her, yet again, today.

Fuck, it’s been almost four years since I’ve had any female attention.

Four years since I’ve only had desire for my daughter, the girl I essentially raised for twelve years before she up and ran away from me.

I remember the first time I felt my cock stirring in desire for her and I’m still ashamed to this day.

It was just shy of her seventeenth birthday, and I had come home early from work to find her out by the pool with a few of her friends.

She was so happy, smiling and laughing with her friends as they sat around. It made my chest constrict with the love I felt for her.

That’s when she got off her chair and moved towards the house, my breath catching and freezing me in place. Dear god, the sweet curves spilling out of that bikini had my dick harder than it had any right to be given who she was to me. The look of absolute surprise on her face at seeing me was like a drug.

I knew she was innocent. She never talked about boys or seemed interested in dating them, or women for that matter, so that was one thing I never had to worry about.

Until now.

Now, that shocked look made me think unthinkable things involving having her on her knees so I could use her sweet little mouth and fuck it until her tears streamed down her face.

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