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“If you weren’t on the pill…” I rear back and slap her ass. Twice. “I’d get you pregnant for wearing that goddamn bathing suit.”
There’s a new, excited light in her eyes when they lock on mine,
her breath racing fast, so fast. “I stopped taking m–my pill this weekend,” she whispers, searching my face. “I know it’s bad. I know that makes me a bad girl. But I want your baby, Big Daddy.
I want a part of you inside of me. I need it.”
It’s the image of Lia, belly round with my child, that decimates
- me.
Snaps my tether.
“Oh Christ,” I choke, my balls contracting, unloading their contents. Firing hot, heavy lust up the stalk of my shaft and spurting it into Lia, my hips slamming upward like pistons, her cunt slapping wetly on my lap. Imagining she’s telling the truth, that she really stopped taking her pill. That she wants to get pregnant. By me. I imagine she really means it and she’s not just saying the perfect thing to get me off, earning every penny of her million. I imagine that she wants to be my wife and it sets me off again, forcing me to lunge forward, grinding her ass against the gazebo wall with my hips so I can come as deeply as possible, her pussy massaging me with naughty ripples.
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“Good, baby. Work it out of me. Get yourself nice and bred.”
Her luscious body jolts at the word bred, and she whines my name, climaxing around my still–thrusting cock, her nails tearing at the front of my shirt. “Big Daddy, Big Daddy, Big Daddy.”
Lia slumps against me a few seconds later, her face fitting into my neck, my cock still lodged in her tightness. I’m dripping onto the floor of the gazebo, my breath scratching in and out of my lungs, but I savor this moment to hold her. I accept it gratefully, knowing it won’t last. Not until I cave in and offer her money. God help me, I’ll hand her my whole fortune to feel like this, even
if it’s a lie.
She lifts her head and spears me with a look, urgency filling her
expression. “Tristan-”
“What the hell is going on here?”
My shoulders stiffen at the sound of John’s voice, coming from
just outside the gazebo.
Christ.
I haven’t given a thought to our surroundings. There was only
Lia.
But now…I can imagine what John is seeing. My pants around my ankles, his teenage daughter’s legs wrapped around my waist, my cock tucked up in her petite pussy. If the situation
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were reversed, I would strangle him to death. That’s what I deserve, isn’t it?
The color has drained from Lia’s face, but I give her a nudge and she quickly drops her legs from around my hips, pulling her bathing suit bottoms back into place and putting the top back on. Slowly, I zip back in my pants and turn to face red–faced
John.
“I can’t believe this,” he says, staggering back. And then, horror dawns on his face. “This is why she’s been acting like college is still a given. You’re paying for it?” He shakes his head, putting more pieces together. “And this is what you’re getting in
exchange. Isn’t it, you sick fuck?”
“Dad, stop,” Lia says, positioning half of her body behind me, her
hand curling into mine. “You don’t understand.”
“No, daughter, you don’t understand. Money buys men like this whatever he wants.” He sneers at me. “He’d never get laid
otherwise.”
“Dad!”
“No, he’s right.” I have difficulty swallowing, heat climbing the back of my neck. “This is just an arrangement.” I have no delusions that she wants me in real life.
“Just an arrangement?” Lia cries out, moving to stand in front of
me, the tears back in her eyes. “Maybe for you it is. But I’ve
been in love with you since I was twelve. Minute after hour after year, I loved you and ached for the day I would be old enough to be with you.” She shoves me in the chest, but I don’t move. All I can do is stand there and stare at her, dumbfounded. In love with me? This girl is in love with me? “I’m the one who sent you that email. With the link to the sugar babies website. I was begging you to see me as a woman. To…give in. To let me in. I thought…I thought if you could just spend some time with me, you would love me back.” She breaks into an awful, gulping sob that tears my heart straight down the middle. “This is my fault. I didn’t know how else to pay for college without exposing my dad and now you’ll never believe me. You think I’m j–just with you for money–and that’s all you want from me. An
arrangement.” She starts to back away. “I was wrong to think you could feel the same. I was an idiot.”
Without waiting another second, she turns and runs, out of the gazebo, past her father and onto the lawn. “Lia!” I shout, my voice emerging strangled, my blood frozen solid.
I’ve been in love with you since I was twelve.
I’ve been in love with you since I was twelve.
I think of all the times she spent trying to talk to me in the kitchen, instead of being in the den or the backyard with her friends. All the times she snuck into my office and made me laugh, brought me a bowl of something healthy to eat. And as
she got older, the way she made me notice, dragging her body
against mine at every available opportunity, hope in her big blue eyes. Somehow, despite our ages and the difference in our appearances, she’s loved me all along. And I’ve just reduced her to a high–priced escort, instead of the girl who should be my wife. What have I done?
What the hell have I done?
“Lia!” I shout again, stomping out of the gazebo and going after her.
As soon as I get a hold of her, I’m going to apologize, over and
over and over–and then I’m going to put a diamond on her
finger the size of fucking Texas. My steps falter when I realize she wasn’t lying about stopping the pill, wanting to carry my baby. Goddamn me for pushing her to such drastic measures to
make me realize we should be together.
I’ll never forgive myself.
Ignoring her father trying to get my attention, I jog to the parking lot–just in time to watch Lia peel out in the Rolls I gave her, tears streaming down her face.
“Lia, stop!”
Either she doesn’t hear me or simply disobeys, continuing out of
the parking lot.
And I’m already shouting at the valet to have my limousine
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brought around.
I’m going to win my girl back.
Now.
Today.
My sanity won’t be able to stand another minute of knowing I upset her, broke her heart. That I refused to see what was right there in front of me. But if she’ll take me back, if she’ll forgive me for being a blind fool, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her, so help me God.
