Getting myself a drink, I take a seat on the back porch with my tea and think about my choices. I don’t have to decide any time soon. I’m not capable of driving just yet, so I’m not going anywhere.
I must have lost track of time because my mother comes up beside me. “Sweetie, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Mom. What time is it?”
“It’s already five. Daddy and I were looking for you. Benji said your partner stopped by. Is everything okay?” She places her hand on my shoulder.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” She doesn’t believe me because the woman knows me better than anyone.
“I’m fine, Mom.”
“Bullshit. Don’t make me call your father out here.”
“He asked if I was coming back.”
“I thought you told them you were retiring.” She pulls the patio seat closer and sits next to me, staring at me. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“I am considering it.”
“Junior, you’re a grown man and I can’t tell you what to do, but I also don’t want to lose my baby—any of my babies.”
“I know. I’m thinking about you all and that’s the hard part.”
“Maybe before you decide, you should talk to Greta about it. She’s the one who…” I cut her off.
“I will. I’m not even sure if I’m going to. They offered me a desk job.”
“Well, that’s a little different. Like I said, you want a future with her. Make sure you’re both on the same path.”
“Thanks, Mom.” She hugs me tight before standing.
“There you two are. Come on in, dinner’s ready.”
“Where’s Greta?”
“She’s hanging out with Emily tonight.”
“You let her? That asshole that Emily has wrapped around her finger has a younger brother.”
“Damn, calm down.”
“Ask yourself if it was mom going to hang out with a good-looking guy her age.”
He snarls and mutters about a cop. “You’ve got a point, but I can’t make her come home. She’s not my daughter yet.”
“I’m not hungry.” I leave the kitchen and nearly collide with Greta. “What are you doing back?”
“Um…I didn’t know I needed permission.” She steps back like I’ve slapped her.
“Dad said you were hanging out with Emily tonight.”
“Yeah, I’m going to change,” she mutters, jogging up the stairs.
“Do you remember what I said?” She freezes and her shoulders relax.
Greta marches down the steps, standing on the second to last so our faces are right next to each other and she says, “I do, Dean. I’m not falling for anyone else.” She bends down and kisses my cheek. “So calm down. It’s just a girl’s night.”
She turns and goes before I grab her and wrap her up in my arms. “Fucking shit,” I grumble, adjusting my cock and going straight into my bedroom. I lay on my bed, one hand behind my head, attempting to control the raging lust she brings out in me with just one look.
The sound of the shower down the hall turns on and my cock begs to be let out. I’ve spent the entire day keeping my hand off that fucker, but then my future wife shows up and the good man in me just disappears. I take off my shirt and pull my cock out of my pants. It’s thick, hard and the tip is coated with need. I close my eyes and picture my sweet girl washing her body. Does she touch herself to thoughts of me? Slipping her tiny fingers between her legs, strumming her clit while thinking about all the fucked up shit I plan to do to her.
I don’t hear the bedroom door open, but my name coming from Greta’s lips catches my attention.
“Greta.”
“Oh my God.” She’s staring at my thick rod with my meaty fist around it. I stop, but I don’t embarrassingly hide it away. No. She came into my private space and soon I’ll be coming in hers.
“I thought you were in pain.”
“I am, baby girl. I’m in a lot of pain,” I groan, stroking my cock while her eyes never leave the show. “Are you going to leave or stay and watch?”
“Can I watch?”
“If that’s what you want.” She pushes the door shut and leans against it. Damn she’s playing with fire.
She’s wrapped up in her bathrobe. Hair bundled up in a towel.
“I should go.”
“You should,” I grunt, but I don’t stop myself. “But you like what you see, don’t you?”
“Yes. What are you thinking about while you…” She doesn’t say jerking off because she’s a good girl and innocent. I can’t wait to turn my sweet Greta into a bad girl.
“You. I imagine all the filthy things I want to do to you.” She clenches her thighs together. “That’s right, baby girl. Your pussy’s aching for everything I have to give it. Do you touch yourself, Greta?”
“I try.”
“You try, but you don’t come, baby girl?”
“I can’t make it happen,” she pouts prettily that I ache to show her how to get off.
“Show me.” My voice is rough, husky as the lust builds. She follows my commands so well. She undoes the tie to the robe, giving me just a hint of her cleavage and a straight shot of her blonde curls. She’s wet and I’m betting it’s not from the shower.
“Get started. Show me how you strum your pussy while I finish what I started.” I take my cock in hand, stroking the fucker in long languid movements, hoping that I don’t nut too soon. She slips her fingers between her folds, pumping one inside her sopping wet slit. “Cup those tits, tease them. Think of my mouth on those tight, tiny buds.” Her robe falls past her shoulders and rests at the crook of her elbow. Fuck me. Her pink nipples are rock hard, pointing at me. My tongue involuntarily pops out of my mouth, swiping my bottom lip as I imagine sucking on her sexy flesh. I’m on the verge of coming as her teeth tug on her pouty pink lips.
I forget to stroke myself because I’m fascinated by her. “I can’t do it,” she complains.
“Come here, baby girl. I’ll make it better, but I’m not going to touch you.”
“What?”
“Come here.” She does, stepping to the edge of the bed. “Feed me your fingers, baby.”
“Um…”
“Don’t be shy. In a week, your pussy’s going to be all in my face, so let me help you, Greta.”
She lifts them to my lips and I suck on her sticky, pussy juice covered fingers. She moans as my mouth pulls on them. I growl. “How are you feeling? Are you getting closer?”
She nods. “Yes.” Her thighs clench, and she rolls her hips near the mattress. I’m so turned on watching her tease herself.
“You need more friction, baby. Come up here and use me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t hurt me. Come up here and use me. I won’t touch you.”
“That’s not fair.”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t touch me.”
“Like a stripper?”
“Yes.” Fuck, I’m about to come. I’ve never been to a strip club and I’m betting she hasn’t either, but it’s pretty common knowledge. “I’m getting my first lap dance,” I growl.” That makes her smile which is good. I want her to know that she’s my only one, but I’m not ready to confess that yet.