Daddies Do It Better: Forbidden Desires Duet のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

JesseIt’s been years since I’ve been on a date. I’m rusty.I know some good restaurants though, and I pick one I designed, not to show off, but because I know it’s something she will love. I dress smartly in some grey slacks and a white shirt, and I add a jacket before heading out and buying some flowers.I’m early, I know it, but I can’t help myself. I have been counting down the hours until I get to see her again. She consumes my thoughts. I’ve never felt like this. I remember she told me once a while ago that her favourite flowers were sunflowers, so I get the biggest bunch I can find, the stems tied with a bright gold bow. Then, I head over to her place.We have texted a few times today. She asked what to wear. She sent me pictures of her eating breakfast. Throughout the day, I found myself hanging onto the vibration of my phone, knowing it was from her. I pull up outside her apartment building and frown. It doesn’t look very safe. The front door is open. It’s a nice enough neig

Kylie I lick my lips as Jesse pulls his chair next to mine and goes back to sipping his wine. The conversation flows, we laugh and joke. We never had an issue with getting along, and unlike some first dates, there are no awkward silences.I know him, I know everything about this man. He makes me feel beautiful, smart, and important. He listens when I speak, and when he looks at me and pulls a face, I giggle, knowing it’s about the couple to the right who are arguing.Do we even have inside jokes now?Fuck, this is easy. How is it so easy to be with him? There’s an intimacy between us that usually takes years to build. It’s like we have been together forever. Each time he looks at me, my heart skips a beat. When he leans over and brushes a kiss on my shoulder, I shiver in need. When his arm drops along the back of my chair as he looks over the menu, I curl into it.The waiter returns, pours us some wine, and takes our order before leaving us to it again. We talk and flirt, watching o

Jesse I had to walk away before I threw her over my shoulder, took her up on her offer, and showed her with my body just how much I didn’t give a fuck what others think. But it would have been wrong. She was confused and upset and vulnerable. So I kissed her goodbye and left, and the whole drive home, my anger brewed, growing stronger and stronger.How dare they insult my girl? I should have heard. I would have handed them their fucking asses. Can’t they see how beautiful and wonderful she is? How sweet and kind? Loving and fun? Why does age matter?I sigh and recline on the sofa when I get back, debating what to do. I hope she’s okay, but I was sure of what I said—she needs to decide if this is what she wants. If she can handle this. People will whisper. I don’t give a fuck, but clearly, she does. It’s sweet, though, since her concern was for me, and it only makes me love her more.I wish she was here, but she needs space. Hopefully, she realises I was right and ignores what those f

Kylie He does fuck me where he finds me, which just happens to be on the stairs. His hands tangle in my hair as he makes me scream so loud, I undoubtedly wake the neighbours, but I don’t give a fuck. Then he carries me upstairs and into the shower and fucks me against the tiles, his big fat cock hammering into me until I can’t walk anymore.After, we fall into bed and each other’s arms, just trying to breathe. My pussy and thighs are sore in the best way. Holding me tight, arms and legs entwined, he peppers kisses along my face.I can’t help but giggle. I feel like my heart is going to burst with happiness. This is more than sex, even though the sex is amazing, but afterwards, just…being with him, laughing, talking, and holding each other is slowly becoming my favourite part.Watching the big, successful Jesse O'Neal relaxing and smiling is addictive.He smirks at me now, tracing his hand over my side as he finishes telling me about his day. “I missed you,” I blurt randomly.He blink

Jesse I stare at the text for hours while I’m working, debating what to do. Xavier: Hey, Dad, wanna do dinner tonight? I could use some advice. I press my thumb against the screen to reply and hesitate. I don’t want Kylie to be angry with me, but Xavier is still my son, so I type out a quick response. Jesse: Sure, I’ll get us a table at Rizzo’s at 8 PM. Xavier: Sounds good, see you then. I pocket my phone and concentrate on the structural report before me. Should I tell Kylie? I’m not seeing her tonight, but I don’t want her to think I’m keeping things from her. I’m not ashamed or embarrassed of our relationship, and though she doesn’t want Xavier to know yet, I still have to have a relationship with him. I still love him. Decision made, I grab my phone and grin as I open our messages. The last one is a picture of her kissing the screen before she went into work for rehearsal. I shouldn’t bother her, but she can pick this up later. Jesse: I’m having dinner with Xavie