Big Daddy

Chapter 9

chapter nine

quincey

Winnie slowly unravels herself from me, and finds the barstool with her ass, her eyes on my cock.

“My eyes are up here,” I breathe, calibrating to the fact that she was in my arms for a few hot, torrid fucking seconds. I tasted her kiss, I felt her tongue.

I sit in the barstool next to hers, our knees pressed together as we struggle to catch our breaths.

“I finished the wine,” she says, picking up the conversation from earlier. Strangely, our eyes linger where our knees connect, and my groin fills with an undeniable pressure, an overwhelming heat. My cock is dying here. “But only so I wasn’t rude.”

“You didn’t have to finish it.” I swallow thickly around the gentle words lodged in my throat, searching for a husky or gravelly tone to adopt. “You don’t have to do things you don’t want to do. That’s my point about FeetFans . You don’t have to do that.”

“No?” she arches a brow, boldly reaching between us to fill her palm with my cock. She squeezes, and our eyes go to where she holds me through my slacks. Her fingertips and thumb don’t meet, and that drives me fucking wild.

She’s so tiny. Me and my huge cock would destroy her in the best goddamn ways.

I’d get her pregnant on the first try.

…

The fuck? Get her pregnant? I shake my head, reaching for the bottle of wine to pour another, because a man my age with a grown ass adult child does not need to be fucking fantasizing about breeding. No goddamn way. I have to stop with these fantasies.

“No.” I sip the scotch, my veins brimming with liquid confidence. “I forbid it.”

“Forbid it?” Winnie giggles, the little buzz she has going making the apples of her cheeks pink. “You can’t forbid me to do anything.” She licks her lips as her hand continues pumping me, her knees spreading. “You’re just Brielle’s father. You’re not anything to me.”

“I’m the man whose cock is in your hand.”

Her little grin is wicked, and the way she nibbles her bottom lip has me groaning. “It doesn’t have to be.” She uncurls her fingers.

“Don’t you fucking dare let go,” I warn, tipping my forehead against hers. She laughs, gripping me even harder, giving me a slow, long tug.

With her hand on my cock, I can’t help but realize she’s right. I’m no one to her. I hate that I feel so goddamn out of control around someone I have no claim to. An idea hits, and I waste no time throwing it out, like a lifeline. It’s for her, but I’m only trying to help myself at this point.

I’m not ready to not see Winnie every day.

“I can forbid it if I’m your boss.” I sit up, curving my hand around hers, guiding her to my balls. Her breathing shallows, her chest heaving as she blinks at me, arousal flaring in her eyes. “I’m your boss now, Winnie. And I won’t have an employee of Parker I need the desk ready for her tomorrow. Cancel the rest of the interviews.”

I know the first step to having a better relationship with my daughter starts with me, and it doesn’t have anything to do with defiling and fucking her best and closest friend.

Looks like I’m entering my optimist era, because I can’t quit Winnie.

I just can’t.