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Save me, Mom…" With one fluid smack, Eliza sent him flying. "Get away from me! I don't know this lunatic!" I walked over to Lucius, looking down at him. "What's wrong? Didn't you like calling people daddy? Well, the real one is here, so why are you so quiet?" Then, I turned to Joyce. "See? I told you he wasn't a reliable father, right? When it really comes down to it, there's no one better than your actual parents, don't you think?"

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“So, you don’t mind the age difference? I mean, he is old enough to be her father.” “Oh, come on, Daddy, I can’t believe you’re such a prude!” Emma laughs. “Don’t you know forty is the new thirty? I mean, if they’re happy, who cares? Age doesn’t bother me. As long as James is nice to my friend, I don’t care if he’s a grandfather.”

But I gather my courage and open the door, revealing the large, classic room, different from the minimalist, modern style of the Vice President’s office, which I know has remained the same, even in Julian’s absence. I enter slowly, closing the door behind me as my eyes watch every detail around me. Large bookcases full of books, works of art on the walls, and a carpet that looks really expensive and old, which I confess to be always afraid to step on. “Hi, sweetheart.” My father says, lifting his eyes from the papers he’s holding and looking at me over the top of his glasses. Time has passed, and although he carries signs of it with him, Daddy remains jovial; gray hair has started to appear,

She arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest, as he sucked on the skin at the bend of her shoulder. “I’m too fucking old.” The note of seriousness in his voice alarmed her, and Sera tugged on his hair, forcing his head upward to meet her gaze. “You’re perfect and just what I want. Please, Jack, I want you. I don’t care about the age thing.” He snorted. “How could you not? I’m forty years old, Sera, and you’re nineteen.” She shrugged. “That doesn’t matter. You’re in fantastic shape, and you’ll be keeping up with our kids easily.” Flicking out her tongue, she licked her lips again as he watched. “And I’m sure you’ll have no trouble keeping up with me in the bedroom.”

“Because you’re my heaven.” My throat tightened with emotion, my lips trembling into a smile. “Am I still your good girl, Daddy?” I whispered. His hand cupped my jaw, his forehead pressing against mine. “Always mine, Zella. Always Daddy’s. For as long as I breathe.” Our baby girl stirred, her soft sighs filling the silence. We both turned to look at her and I giggled quietly. Isaiah smiled tenderly at me and kissed me again, slow and lingering. “What do you say we make another baby soon?” He rasped against my mouth. “Yes Daddy.” THE END

By the time we walked out into the sunlight my underwear was already damp, and the shame of it made my face hot. I had been married to their father for two years. He had been kind to me in several ways, but he never really touched me the way a woman needs to be touched. Sex had been quick, quiet, and always over before my body could even catch up. After a while I stopped expecting more. Now he was gone, and my body seemed determined to remind me of every night I had gone to sleep aching and unfinished. Sebastian turned slightly in his seat. His eyes met mine in the side mirror for a second too long. I looked away first, pressing my thighs together under the dress. The pressure only made the

“Daddy forgot to use protection, sweetheart.” “I do not care.” She would use some pills after, but right now, she needed that dick without coverage. “Fuck me raw, daddy.” He smiled, pressing his lips into hers. “You’re such a whore.” “A whore for you, daddy.” He pounded into her with powerful thrusts that left her breathless. Her jugs bounced against him as she held onto him for dear life. “Yes, hold onto me and bounce like that.” He drove into her again, his balls aggressively slapping against her cunt, sending shockwaves of heat through her. Her body tightened around him, notifying him of a hovering climax that was ready to consume her.

Andrea moaned loudly, gripping the edge of the desk as he filled her completely. “Fuuuuck— so much tighter than I imagined,” Gabriel groaned. He started fucking her with slow, nasty, deliberate thrusts—pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, grinding deep so the head of his cock bruised her cervix. Each thrust made her tits smash against the cold wood and her clit rub against the edge of the desk. Andrea’s eyes rolled back. “Harder, Daddy… please—” He lost it at the word “Daddy.” His grip on her hips turned bruising as he started pounding her harder, deeper, the wet slap of his balls against her clit echoing obscenely in the luxurious office.

“I love you, Monroe. I don’t care about the age gap or what anyone thinks. Move in with me.” My heart stuttered. “You love me?” “Terrifyingly.” His voice dropped, raw. “You’re brilliant and stubborn and you make me want to be better at everything, business, life, sex…” I surged up on my toes and kissed him, hard, tasting coffee and truth. “I love you too. Even though you’re old and impossible.” “I’m forty-two, not ancient.” “Ancient.” “Respect your elders.” He lifted me effortlessly onto the counter, the cool granite a shock against my bare thighs. The shirt rode up; his hands slid beneath it, palming my ass. “Or I’ll spank you.”