Page 11 of Sold to My Best Friend's Dad

The last thing she wanted to do was make another deal.

“I’ll pay off one of your mother’s debts for each night you spend with me.” Grayson pressed a kiss to her neck. It felt like a claim. “I get to do whatever I want, and you’ll still get the two hundred when I pop your cherry. That’s not going to change. But I want everything else in between, and while we’re at it, I want to throw in another hundred for your virgin ass.” He gripped the cheek of her ass, pulling her in close.

Her pussy was drenched and throbbing. The truth was, she would have given Grayson everything for free. No, this was all for her mother. She needed the cash for her.

“Deal,” she said, before he had chance to change his mind. “April can never know.”

“She will never know. I don’t think you realize this, but my daughter is a selfish woman, and while she’s got a new toy, you’re left to wait for her.”

Clara didn’t mind. It would never stop her from being friends with April.

Grayson grabbed her hand and she had no choice but to follow him upstairs. This time, they were not going to April’s room, but to his.

He kicked the door closed with his foot, and then pulled her in close.

“April’s away for the next week. I’ve seen to it. She won’t even be bothering you. Every night, you’re to come here. I want to see you here when I get home from work. I’ll leave you something to wear and I expect you to be wearing it. I’ll leave a note with instructions for what you’re to be doing. Do you understand me?” he asked.

“Yes.” She was so wet.

Clara couldn’t believe how aroused she was at the very thought of him being so commanding, so in charge. Somehow, he made her feel safe, protected. Like he could take on anything in the world.

He pulled her in close, his hands roaming all over her body. Suddenly, he gripped the edge of her old shirt and tossed it to the floor. It didn’t take him long to strip her completely naked.

At first, Clara tried to hide her body, crossing her legs, bending over slightly, and covering her breasts. She’d always been modest in addition to being insecure. It was an instinct to cover up, but then he grabbed her hands, holding them away from her body.

“Never cover yourself, not when you’re with me. I want to see everything you have to offer.”

At first, she wanted to cry from embarrassment, but then his gaze went from her eyes, traveling down her body. He wasn’t repulsed.

Her heart raced as he lingered at her breasts, but then dived further down toward the apex of her thighs.

“Perfect,” he said.

She wasn’t perfect but as he said it, she basked in the compliment, not wanting it to end. Clara wanted to be desired, accepted for exactly who she was.

“Keep your arms at your sides.”

He let her go and she lowered her arms down, even as the temptation to cover herself was strong. She licked her dry lips, and then she watched in amazement as Grayson removed his own clothes. She’d never seen a man naked before.

What surprised her even more was the sheer length and size of his cock. He was long, thick, and rock hard. There was no way he was going to be able to fit. Even though she understood biology and knew he would, she had a feeling when he finally did claim her virginity, she was going to be feeling it for weeks after. She didn’t have a problem with that. Not one.

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Grayson knew this was a giant mistake.. Clara was too much of a temptation to deny himself, and after the last few years of watching her, he no longer wanted to wait.

His daughter was a problem, which was why he made sure to give April a distraction. An all-expense paid vacation to Italy, complete with a daily allowance. He paid for his daughter and her current boyfriend. Grayson would never have done that if it hadn’t been for his deal with Clara.

Now, for the next week, he was going to come home to her, dressed exactly as he wanted her. He’d been preparing for this moment for the past week. The lingerie and negligees were already waiting for Clara.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, everything was falling into place. Clara was naked in his room. And he wasn’t disappointed. Her soft pale skin and curves were an addiction. Her gaze fell to his cock, and he watched as she visibly swallowed.

“I’ll fit,” he said.

She looked at him, her eyes wide. “Are you sure?”

He chuckled and closed the distance between them. “Men and women are meant to fit.” It would be tight, deliciously tight, but he would prepare her.

Spinning her around so that her back was pressed against his chest, he kissed her neck. Dancing his tongue across the pulse, he bit down, not too hard, but just enough to cause slight pain mingled with pleasure.

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