Double Dare(243)

“So is that what this is all about?” I asked. “You and your mom have gone through some hard times and because I’m the rich guy who’s finally made life easy, you feel like you owe me?”

And the redhead shook her head.

“No of course not Daddy, it’s not that I feel like I owe you, it’s that …”

“It’s that what?” I prompted gently.

“Okay, maybe it is,” she confessed. “I want to pay you back for the kindness you’ve shown. I know it’s not the best of circumstances, but I want to love you, show you how much I appreciate what you’ve done. I want you too,” she breathed, her eyes skimming up and down my masculine form, taking in the erection that was starting up again. “I want to feel you inside me, I want you to be my first.”

I was so tempted right then to blow-off my newfound ethics, to say fuck it and take that little girl hard, dirty, right on the ottoman where she was sitting. But instead, I did the right thing.

“Baby, you’re too young,” I said gently. “You don’t know how the world works. You’re still a baby, little girl, you don’t know what you want.”

Cleo’s cheeks colored.

“I know I want you,” she said teasingly, coming to stand beside me, putting her arms around my shoulders. Oh god, her tits were in my face again, her waist so small that my big hands immediately circled them, almost touching each other around that small span. “Please Daddy,” she breathed again, her voice soft and slippery in my ear. “Pretty please.”

And it took the restraint of Hercules, but I did it. I resisted. I pushed her back so that we were no longer touching, and took a deep breath.

“Honey, you think you’ve seen a lot but you haven’t,” I said gently. “You’re what … seventeen?”

“Eighteen,” she corrected immediately. And I smiled internally. Of course I knew Cleo was eighteen, I’d been counting the days until she was ready, ripe, and legal. But I pretended otherwise.

“Of course, you’re eighteen now,” I said smoothly, “but you don’t know yourself. How could you possibly know that I’m the man for you?”

“I know,” she said stubbornly, again pulling that skirt down her creamy thighs. It was futile, the fabric bounced right back up whenever she yanked it down. “I know because I’m Lorena’s daughter and I’ve been following her all these years, seeing my mom engage in all sorts of backhand deals. So I know a lot more than you think.”

And that was true, to an extent.

“But honey, have you dealt with men before?” I said gently. “Not your mom, you.”

And here my stepdaughter colored, the flush spreading across her chest, those breasts heaving as the pink covered their fullness.

“I have, sort of,” she said. “Mr. Jennings was interested in me too.”

Oh shit. That fucker Jennings was even worse that I thought. So when he couldn’t get Lorena pregnant, he turned to her daughter.

“Did that asshole lay a hand on you?” I growled, my temperature going through the roof. Literally, I thought the top of my head might blow off, the idea of that greasy loser touching any part of my beautiful girl.

“No, he never got a chance,” reassured Cleo. “I just stayed in the van most times when we were at his house. But when mom told him that the pregnancy test had come back negative again, he lost it. He kicked her out … while she was stark naked,” Cleo confessed. “That’s why I said it was so humiliating. Lorena did the walk of shame in her birthday suit, and when I jumped out of the van with some rags to cover her, she didn’t even care. She brushed it off and slowly walked down the drive, laughing the whole time.”

Holy fuck. My wife was a piece of work and then some.

“Did anyone see?” I asked out of morbid curiosity more than anything else.

“No, well just the crew working that day,” she corrected. “Because Mr. Jennings lives on a huge estate, his neighbors are miles away blocked off by shrubbery. No one saw, but it was still humiliating,” she said in a small voice.

“Honey,” I said gently. “It was humiliating for your mom, but you did the best you could. You see what I mean though? You’ve gone through a ton of stuff, but all through your mom. You haven’t experienced anything first hand, for yourself, that’s why I can’t do this right now. You’re too young.”

And again, I silently cursed. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why wasn’t I taking this hot little piece of ass who was offering herself, willingly giving what I wanted so bad?