All Chapters of Her Daddy's Obsession: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“I can’t believe Chase broke up with you,” Mom says.“Yeah.”“And after you bought your plane ticket.”“Yeah.”Mom sighs. “Hopefully you’ll give more than one-word answers soon.”“Maybe.”“Amber,” she growls.“Mom, I don’t want to talk about it.”“I get it, but eventually, you’ll need to get it out. Did he at least offer to pay you back for the plane ticket?”“I didn’t ask. I was too busy slamming the door in his face.”“Did he at least tell you why he was breaking up with you?”I look over at Jordan, who’s pretending not to listen to our conversation as he taps on his tablet. I’m glad he didn’t tell Mom what we talked about.“He wants to sew his oats, or whatever,” I say.“What?”&ldqu

Then his foot runs along mine. I close my eyes for a moment to savor the touch. Maybe my feet are an erogenous zone. Maybe Daddy just turns me on so much that all it takes is a little skin on skin, no matter which body parts are touching.I slide my toes up under the cuff of his pants, up along his bare calf. I smile when he shifts in his seat, then scoots his chair further under the table.Curious as to my effect on him, I lean forward under the pretense of grabbing a roll from the basket in the middle of the table. As I do, I slide my hand up Daddy’s thigh until I feel his solid erection.He grabs my wrist, and for a moment, I think that maybe he’s angry with me. Instead of pulling my hand away, he presses it harder against him.I look over and give him a smile.His gaze is intense on mine as he tilts his pelvis up and moves my hand up and down his shaft. My pussy grows

B R U C E“What am I supposed to do with an eighteen-year-old girl?” I asked, leaning forward, placing my elbows on the desk. “I’ve never even met the girl.” It’s been a long fucking week and now this. I can feel the tension snaking up my spine, which I’m sure will lead to a massive headache that will fuck up my whole day.“The estate won’t be settled for another week, and she’s, well, sheltered. She needs to stay with someone she knows she can trust. Someone her mother trusted. I’m sure she can entertain herself during the week,” Jim, a junior associate at the firm informs me. I have the urge to throw him out of my office or fire his ass, but this isn’t his fault. This was my own doing.I knew Debra, my ex-wife, had a daughter, but I’d never met her in the two years that we were married. Hell, I barely knew Debra outside of a working environment. Sure, we were married, but it wasn’t your typical marriage.I was racking my brain, trying to remember everyone who attended. The funera

B R U C E It’s impressive, being that I’m six four.“Is that so?” I tease, pulling her closer and looking into her dark brown eyes. Her tart perfume fills my lungs, but my body doesn’t seem to react.Maybe it’s been so long since I’ve had sex my cock doesn’t remember what it’s like to have a woman so close. I’m giving him the green light, but he doesn’t even move.“Yeah,” she whispers against my mouth, but before her lips touch mine the elevator chimes. I pull back from Holly. The elevator doors slide open, revealing something that makes my limp cock finally grow with need. It presses hard against my zipper and I suddenly ache. If that’s little Sophie, I’m totally fucked. I’ve never seen something look so perfect and pure before. She’s perfect. My whole body has come alive like a punch to my system.“Holly, if you’ll excuse me, I need a minute,” I say, pulling myself away. Before I take a step I turn around and adjust myself because my hard cock is obscene in these pants. Hol

B R U C EHow can she walk around the house like that and not expect a reaction? I bet that’s why she did it. Does she always walk around in front of men like this? The thought that someone else may have seen her like this makes me murderous. I would like to think my feelings stem from a fatherly concern, but that would be total bullshit. She seemed so meek and innocent yesterday when she got here, but it must have been an act. I’m visibly shaking as I wait for a response to my question.Slowly, she shuts the fridge, turns around to face me, and I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. My imagination was nothing compared to what her curvy body really looks like. I can see every curve of her perfect, little, compact body. I can tell she would fit against me perfectly. She would be so easy to do with as I pleased.Her paper-thin top shows the clear outline of her areolae and her diamond-hard nipples. I can’t quite make out the color of them, and now I’m mad about that too. Fuck.