Daddy Esquire by Olivia Fox

Author:Olivia Fox [Fox, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PublishDrive

13

ARTHUR

She was fucking delectable.

It was hell not having her in my bed last night — I was already addicted to her scent and went downstairs to get the pillow she briefly slept on — took it back to my bed and buried my nose in it to fall asleep.

I couldn’t stop hearing how she moaned when I pinched her slippery clit between my fingers, watching her struggle while I pounded my dick into her.

We fucked until she clamped down on my cock and wouldn’t let go. Hers was some prize-winning pussy. Damn.

She was a dirty talker like me, and could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch with that mouth of hers.

The mouth that was talking to me right now. I didn’t even hear her, lost in my own fantasy world when the real thing was sitting in the passenger seat beside me.

“Are you listening to me, Arthur?” She sighed heavily.

“Sorry, you have to admit your thighs are a rather distracting sight.” I glanced down to take them in again. Milky smooth. “What were you saying, love?”

“I said, did you know that male bees die after mating?” Before I could respond, she blurted, “They call that a honey nut cheerio.” She snorted softly.

“What a way to go,” I said.

Ever since meeting her, I was in touch with the young man who still lived inside me.

I didn’t feel fifty-five. The advantage of my age was that I was old enough to pamper her and take care of her in the way she deserved.

And I hoped she wouldn’t balk at my proposal tonight.

When I got a hunch like this I was rarely wrong. So I went with it.

On the drive to Carlotta’s restaurant, Belinda kept pulling a beaded tassel hanging from her purse through her fingers. The motion made me think of my dick in her hands.

Her hands were so small, it was like looking through a ‘big dick’ photo filter enhancement when she grabbed me.

To calm my horny ass down, I glanced down at the paisley print of her pink dress.

It didn’t help. The skirt of her dress was so short, I could practically see her underpants. It had billowing sleeves and a plunging neckline, and I wasn’t sure I’d get through our date without sliding my fingers beneath her panties.

I yanked my eyes back to the road.

Belinda made me feel twenty years old again. Out of control, like I’d lose my shit and come at the kiss of a soft wind blowing across my dick.

I hadn’t felt so alive since … ever.

I loved watching her kick her tiny feet out over the bottom of the door and slide out of my car. This Italian restaurant received a facelift in the fifties and hadn’t been retouched since. The same was true for their menu, but it was consistently good. Red and white checkered tablecloths, gilded geometric light fixtures, and dark wood paneling set the ambiance.

You couldn’t choose your appetizers. Everyone was served the same thing: squishy, home baked white bread with

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