Page 4 of His Perfect Gift

Aaron, we’re really going to do this?

She looked like jailbait, and I gripped my cock regardless, taking it out. My conscience could take a hike. My dick ached, and I’d never felt such a compulsion as I did now.

What was wrong with me? I didn’t do this. I didn’t leer at pictures to get off. Never crept on someone’s profile online. Especially someone this young. This was some next-level stalker shit. But fuck, if I wasn’t getting my fill now.

The need to plow that hot, tight pussy had my cock trickling with pre-cum. I stroked from the base of my cock to the head, thumbing my wetness and succumbing to the wrongness of this scenario. I clenched my phone in my other hand in a death grip, contemplating pressing the message button and demanding she go out with me. My thumb hovered over the button.

Then my cell buzzed, and I saw another text from Axel.

Love you, Dad. Goodnight.

Christ. I shot up straight in my chair, feeling guilty. What the fuck was I doing? I never acted on impulse. This was crazy. I clicked and typed out a quick message to my son, vowing to stop this nonsense and take my ass to bed.

Love you.

I set my phone on the armrest, breathing heavily. I stared at the blank theater-sized screen in front of me in disgust while my dick raged in my hand.

Ignoring the ache, I tucked myself back in and zipped up my pants.

My phone buzzed again.

???????????

I clicked on the screen that opened up a message thread. AJ’s message thread. I saw the wordsLove youin the message above the question marks.

“No,” I tapped on my phone frantically, opening my text chain with my son. My last message to Axel wasn’t there. I exhaled sharply, palming my forehead. What the hell did I do?

AJ:Are you trolling me?

Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. There was a reason I stayed off of all social media apps.

Closing my eyes briefly, I inhaled before I responded.

Me:No.

AJ:No? Is that your opening line for all potential dates?

I narrowed my eyes, wishing I could rewind the last twenty minutes of my life, and forced myself to go to bed as soon as I walked into the house.

Me:Absolutely not. It was an accident.

AJ:Okay, Mr. Shady, if you say so.

WTF? She called me shady?

Me:I told you it was an accident. That message wasn’t meant for you. Why am I shady?

AJ:Mmm, let’s see. Your profile name is Tommy32. Your profile picture doesn’t show your face, if that’s even you, to begin with. It looks like a professional photo of a model. You could get sued for copyright infringement, BTW, so I’d be careful of who I was impersonating. And you’re looking for a real love????? Sounds shady to me.

I cursed Axel again for starting this shit. I should’ve just deleted my profile and been done with it.

Me:I can assure you, that picture is mine.

AJ:Oh, yeah? Why don’t you have a picture of your face? Are you trying to be mysterious?

Me:No. I’ve never done this before.

AJ:Oh, I’m sure you haven’t, Mr. Real Love.

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