All Chapters of Touch Me, Daddy: Chapter 181 - Chapter 188

Christ, that was the hottest thing I've ever witnessed. Irina is everything I hoped and more. So, so much more.It's like someone up there took pity on me and my lonesome bachelor ways and sent her down from heaven, my angel, as the most perfect woman in the world, just for me. And now she's mine. And I'm not going to do a single goddamn thing to jeopardize that.It feels strange pulling up to the house with her by my side—to step out of the car with her and stretch out my hand to her. I've never brought a girl back here before. None of the guys who work for me understand. They see me—the boss, the bachelor, with a mansion fit for Bruce Wayne and the looks to match—going home by himself every night, not bar-hopping or cruising the clubs, and they wonder if I've lost my mind."You know how many chicks you could get, boss?""He could be swimming in pussy!"Those are the things they say on a daily basis, and while they may be true, as I take the steps up to the house with Irina by my sid

Irina looks so young and pure, but goddamn if there isn't a filthy, sexy side to her just waiting for me to bring out.I press two fingers against her dripping little cunt, coating them with her juices. Her body is telling me just how badly she wants my cock—as if her eyes weren't already doing a good enough job."This pussy is mine," I tell her. "No other man will ever touch you here, Irina. I'll make damn sure of it."She loves this. Her smile deepens, and she arches her back off the bed, eagerly pressing into me as I massage her delicate pleasure button. She moves her hips against the circles of my fingers as the moans begin to slip from her lips.Christ, this is so damn hot I could do it all night. But I'm also dying to get inside of her and have been stuck with this hard-on since we went at it on the bus. I have to have her. Now."I need to feel you, Irina. My cock's been hard since I put my fingers on you. I need to feel that tight, virgin pussy stretch around my cock, and I can

"Luxury condos. Just up there on the hill. Quite a view, don't you think?"Holding Irina's hand, I point up the incline from the beach to the plots that have been marked for construction."A lot nicer than the view from my old apartment," she replies."A lot more expensive at 1.3 million apiece.""Well, I can definitely see how you afford that palace of yours," Irina giggles, leaning against my shoulder."That palace of ours," I remind her. "What's mine is yours now, Irina. Remember that."It actually feels good to say that to her. For once, I'm not afraid that Irina is out for my money. She had no idea who I even was when we first met, and I have no doubt that even if she did, she'd still feel the same way about me.My lawyers will be screaming at me to get her to sign a prenup, but I won't force her to. If she wants to, that's her decision. I trust her with my life. A piece of paper isn't going to change anything between us.She looks up at me and smiles, and I feel like a whole new

Five Years Later...I'm a changed man. She changed me. Irina...my angel.Not only did she make me question everything I believed about women, about family, about my future, but she also showed me levels of happiness I never thought possible. I thought I had it all, and I never would have known any better had I not met her.Now I stand on our bedroom balcony that overlooks the back yard and watch my wife playing with Andy and Emma, our two kids, and I realize I couldn't be more blessed.After "the event"—that's what Irina and I call the unfortunate day with Janice Baxter and her henchman, Frank—I wasted no time marrying my angel. I had a ring for her the next day and we were on a plane the next week. No, not to Vegas, but to France.It was Irina's idea. I asked her where she'd always wanted to go, and she said France, so we went. We honeymooned in Spain, rented scooters and went up and down the coast, went sailing and visited all the best local restaurants we could find, and came back h