Lahat ng Kabanata ng Touch Me, Daddy: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Gorgeous?I can't believe my ears, and my heartbeat is ringing loudly in my ears.What kind of man is this? I almost just killed us, and he's...complimenting me? I'm an anxious person as it is; it doesn't help that I'm driving a man who could be on the cover of any men's magazine.I just sort of sit there awkwardly with my hand in my hair, staring at the steering wheel, waiting for him to speak and save me from the unbearable silence. But he doesn't. Finally, it gets to be too much to bear, and I manage to spit out the dumbest thing I've ever said."Made your day by almost killing you?"I wince as the words come out of my mouth. It could have been funny – maybe – if I'd said it like a joke instead of with all the earnestness of a child who doesn't understand sarcasm yet.Thankfully, Michael doesn't laugh too hard. He chuckles at me and his smile sends a warm wave through my stomach. He may be wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, but he's not from around here. Considering the destina

The drive home is the longest drive of my life. My brain literally won’t stop jumping from one thought to the next like a frog skipping across lily pads.Did that really happen?Did I just do that?Did I really just have my first kiss?And who is that guy, anyway?Despite all those thoughts fighting for their place in my mind, there’s one that continues to win out every time: will I ever see him again?It’s not that strange of a thing to think. He is attractive. There’s no denying that…and attractive would be putting it mildly. He’s incredibly good-looking. Probably the handsomest man I’ve ever met.No. Not probably. Definitely.So wanting to see him again could just come down to a natural, biological attraction, right? Nope.There’s something more to it. He’s mysterious and I want to know more. What does he do for a living and how it is he can afford to live where he’s living?I’m all ready to tell my mom about the encounter when I get home, but as I step inside, I find her sitting a

“There,” I tell her as I end the call to Tammy, my assistant. “Your father’s debt will be gone by the end of the day.”We’re in the Range Rover. Tatiana’s at the wheel. She begged me to let her shower and get some better clothes on before we left, but I wasn’t having that. I like her the way she is. I’ve had enough of the Manhattan gold-diggers and their tight dresses and plastic surgery. Tatiana is real, honest, and driving my dick wild.I want to tell her to pull off the main road so I can bend her over the back seat and bury my cock inside her. The way her hair drapes over her delicate shoulders draws my eyes to her breasts. She’s braless, and her nipples are hard. I’m dying to see them…get my lips around them while I slide my hand between her legs.“How are you doing this?” she frowns. She’s still skeptical as hell – as she should be – and before she left, she sent a text to her mom letting her know where she was going, and turned on location tracking on her phone so if I “drugged

I couldn’t help myself. She’s just too sexy and wasn’t listening to me tell her about the cars anyway. My cock may be aching for her pussy, but with my face buried in her ass, her juices spilling down my chin, I’m in fucking heaven.“Michael!” she moans, her voice sweeter than the sweetest candy. “I—I think I’m going to…”If my tongue wasn’t so preoccupied, I’d tell her to come for me. Instead, I spank her ass hard and send her over the edge. She doesn’t speak; she just comes hard. Her body shakes, and she presses back against my tongue. I hold it there, gently rocking my fingers inside her until she starts to come down. Only then do I pull back.Her gasps are music to my ears. I gently kiss the inside of her thighs before getting to my feet. There’s no denying it now – my cock is throbbing so hard it hurts. My balls are tight with the load I was dying to give her yesterday. She’s still shaking as I turn her around and guide her to her knees.“You liked that, didn’t you?” I ask. Flust

Eleven months later…“Michael Jordan was a good man. He was smart, charming…successful. I never expected to meet a man like him until our lives were suddenly thrust together one day. But when that happened, my life was never the same. I only knew him a short time, but that time was enough to change me forever. He taught me how to love, and he taught me how to value myself…”I gaze out the window at Manhattan skyline, the lights of the city twinkling beneath the fading light.“He gave his life to save mine, and that’s something I will be forever grateful for. I only wish that the man who stole my heart was still here to keep it.”I watch as the last tangerine sliver of sun disappears over the horizon, bathing the sky in a sad violet.“Is that it? No mention of my big dick or how well I eat your pussy?”“It’s a eulogy!” I gasp, whirling around to face my husband, lounging in bed wearing nothing but a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs. “Not your bio on PornHub!”Michael grins, and I race