Page 26 of A Different Kind Of December
I don’t know the person my daughter has turned into since she’s been with RJ, but what I do know, I don’t fucking like, and that’s really horrible thing to feel about your own kid.
Jimmie has been really down about it. Don’t get me wrong, there’s no blame on Georgia’s part. I totally understand why she doesn’t want the bloke or his mother in her house.
Despite the history between his family and ours, in the beginning, we set our differences aside and gave him the benefit of the doubt. Over the past year, I’ve seen changes in my daughter that I don’t like.
I’ve always hoped that I raised my kids to make wise choices, but, right now, with the way Paige has been behaving, I’m doubting myself as a parent.
I kiss the side of Jimmie’s neck, my hand sliding under her T-shirt. I press the cold bottle of water to her bare skin, and she gives a little squeal and smacks my chest.
“Drink some. I don’t want you hung over in the morning.”
Without arguing, she unscrews the cap, and I watch her throat move in the lamplight as she gulps down almost all of the contents.
My cock stands to attention as I watch her pull the bottle away from her mouth and lick her lips.
“Fancy a quickie?” I ask, hopeful.
“Here?”
“I locked the door behind me.” She gives a quick raise of her eyebrows before giving me a sexy smile, grabbing my T-shirt, and pulling me towards her. My mouth finds hers, and I kiss her gently at first. Her hand makes its way into my hair, and her fingernails rake across my scalp. My girl knows exactly what I like.
“Take your jeans off and bend over the desk,” I order. She moves instantly. “Take off your top but leave your bra on.”
I watch her shimmy out of her jeans, wondering how the fuck she got in them in the first place.
I undo my own jeans, pull down my boxers, and begin stroking my cock. “Leave the thong,” I instruct as she starts to take it off. “Lean over, baby, show me how wet you are.”
She moves the chair away from the centre of the desk and leans right across it.
I move towards her. Pulling her thong down over her hips, dropping to my knees as I slide the scrap of fabric down her thighs, letting it fall to the floor.
Raking my teeth over each of her arse cheeks, I slide two fingers inside her.
“You’re wet, baby.”
“Always for you, Len.”
Standing, I give her right arse cheek a slap.
“Again,” she whispers.
I drag the tip of my cock from the crack of her arse down to her entrance. As I slide inside her, I slap her arse, pull down the cup of her bra, and squeeze her nipple.
“Fuck.”
She pushes back into me as I grip her hip.
“Just a quickie, babe, remember? I’ve been watching you shake that arse all night; I’m not gonna last long.”
“Harder. Fuck me harder.” As if I’d say no to that request! I pull her back onto me as I reach around and rub my middle finger over her clit. With my free hand, I pull down the other cup of her bra and pinch and pull at her nipple.
“Len-Lennon. More, I need more.”
I bite down on her shoulder, and her groan almost turns into a growl. I have to put my hand over her mouth because she’s getting so loud, and then bury my face in her neck to stifle my chuckle. She reaches around both of us and claws at my arse cheek; her nails dig into my skin as she tries to pull me closer. The fact that she wants me so bad has me coming undone, I just hope she is, too.
Her loud moan and muscle spasms let me know she’s there, and I let go inside her.
After a few moments to catch our breath, I flatten my front to her back, wrap my arms around her waist, and pull her close.
