Page 10 of Obsessed with the Man of the House

“Well, I’d love you to take me bareback my first time,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing a fetching pink. “Would that be okay?”

I stare at her, my shaft already hardening in my pajama pants.

“Do you know what you’re asking?” I grind out. “Sweetheart, you’re a fertile, ripe young woman and I’m a virile man. You know what happens when those two come together.”

“I do know,” she murmurs, biting her lip while looking at me from below her lashes. “But I want it anyways. It’s the thought of having you raw in me, Daddy. Just you and me, and nothing else. No plastic or latex or rubber. Just your hardness deep in my womanhood.”

My cock jerks and dribbles a bit in my pajama pants as I struggle for air. After all, having Vanessa nude, wet, and totally slick around me without any protection would be a dream come true. I’d love to shoot my sperm deep into her depths, knowing that I’m drenching her ripe womb with my virility. But I shake my head.

“I can’t, sweetheart. What we’re doing is already very wrong, and I can’t do this to you on top of everything else. It’s going too far.”

She cocks her head at me in an adorable fashion.

“It’s not too far,” she murmurs. “It’s just right.”

Suddenly, I realize I’ve been caught in a trap. I planned on returning the money to Vanessa. I was going to reverse the transfers even if it meant declaring bankruptcy, and saddling Miguel with ruinous medical debt. But now, things have shifted. The world has literally moved on its axis, and I’m going to claim Vanessa because I want to. Not because of any money I owe her, or any financial distress, but because the heat between us is unstoppable.

“Yes, baby girl,” I rasp. “I’ll be taking your innocence, sweetheart. The question is when are you available? Are you ready? Because it’s going to be a rough ride.”

She smiles at me, her face lighting up as she leans in for a kiss.

“I’m available anytime you like, Gray,” she murmurs, gently rubbing her lips against mine. The girl is sweet and I groan as her peach fragrance fills my nostrils, heady and bewitching.

“How about tonight?” I rasp, circling her narrow waist with both my hands. “Does that work for you?”

Vanessa melts into my embrace as we kiss for the first time, man to woman, our connection intimate and exciting.

“It does, Gray. I can’t wait.”

Then she breaks away and disappears up the stairs, with one last saucy smile over her shoulder. I stand there, stock still and in shock in the kitchen. Holy fuck, it’s really happening. I’ll be popping the brat’s sweet cherry … and making her a woman in the process.

6

Gray

Goddamnit, I’m back to waffling back and forth like a fucking seesaw. This morning, Vanessa transferred another six figures to my bank account and I promised to take her virginity bareback in return. But in the afternoon, I had another change of heart. I can’t do it! I’m not that guy. Miguel is going to have to find another way to pay his bills. I just hope he isn’t crippled forever because it’ll be my fault if he is.

Morosely, I stare at the pint of lager before me. Like a loser, I’m drowning my sorrows with alcohol, and I don’t care if I get fucked up doing it. Hell, I’m supposed to meet Vanessa in an hour or so for our depraved tryst, but maybe if I’m too drunk, I won’t be able to perform. That’s how fucking confused I am at the moment.

At that moment, my friend Jason enters the bar. The motherfucker is a good-looking asshole and he knows it. He turns heads while striding through the crowd before taking the stool next to me.

“Already in deep, huh?” he asks, raising one eyebrow at the nearly-drained stein in front of me. Then the asshole orders a scotch from the bartender and turns back to me while he waits. “So what up, bro? Why the sad face?”

I merely take another deep pull of my beer.

“Life’s fucked up,” I growl. “Completely and utterly fucked up.”

My buddy’s brow arches again.

“That bad, huh?” he asks. “Surely, it isn’t.”

I fix him with a look.

“Trust me, it is. My business is going belly-up, my best employee is injured, and worst of all, I’m considering fucking a teenage hussy for money.”

Jason doesn’t even blink an eye.

“Yeah, that’s a fucked-up situation. But paying for sex isn’t a bad thing, bro. Trust me, I’ve done it. Hell, we all have.”

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