Page 5 of His Precious Secret

I never saw this coming – not from miles away. When I was goading Brandi about keeping her daughter around, I never expected a complete bombshell to pull up to my house. Now I’m already resigned to the fact that she’s mine and not going any-fucking-where.

It’s a good thing I never met her until today. She would have been underage then, and that would have caused some serious issues.

Her eyes are wide, accepting, almost submissive as she looks up at me. She is waiting for something—almost anything.

My cock is throbbing beneath my pants. I’m head over heels for this girl. I have to claim her now, but how do I do that with her goddamn mom in the house?

“Is that your bag?” I ask.

“Yes,” she replies, drawing a stern glance from me. “I mean…yes, Daddy.”

Good. She’s learning.

I take the bag and hoist it over my shoulder, then pull her suitcase from the bag and lead her inside. The sound of the TV from the back reminds me of the fact that we’re not alone in the house. I desperately want to just bring her upstairs to my room, but she’s been gone for so long that I’m sure she’ll want to say hi to her mother.

“She’s back there,” I tell her. “You guys can talk, and I’ll bring your things to your room.”

“Okay, Daddy. Thank you.”

I take a deep breath as she passes me, cementing her scent into my mind. My eyes lock on to her ass as she walks, entranced by the motion of her hips. Scientists say that they don’t know why men are into girls’ asses, but I couldn’t care less. I am, and I know that between those thighs of hers is a pristine, untouched, virgin, teenage pussy just waiting to be claimed by me.

I almost take her things to my bedroom. Almost. I assume Brandi will spend the night on the couch tonight, but on the off chance that she decides to come upstairs and try to seduce me into taking back my decision, I go into the guest room and drop off Taylor’s things. When I turn around, I find her standing in the doorway.

“She’s asleep,” she says.

“Oh,” I reply. For the first time in a long time, I’m unsure of what to say. Normally, I know how to make a move on a woman. But this is different. It’s insane how easily and quickly I’ve fallen for her. I’d get down on my knees right now and worship her with my tongue, but there’s something holding me back.

I know what it is too; that sharp reality that would turn most men away in an instant. But I’m not most men.

“I have to shower,” I tell her. “Why don’t you come give Daddy a hand?”

She blushes. I’m not sure if she can tell that I notice, but I do. I reach out and take her by the wrist and lead her up to my master bathroom. Without having to be asked, she walks to the shower and turns it on. The rainhead softly sprays water as I strip out of my clothes.

My cock springs out of my boxers and stands out straight. There’s no use hiding it. We both know what’s going on here.

“That’s right, beautiful. It’s all for you.”

I hear a sharp intake of breath as I move in on her. Now I can see she’s not wearing a bra either; her nipples are hard, poking through the fabric of her shirt, which I quickly take by the hem and lift up over her head.

Fuck.

Her tits drop like two perfect scoops of ice cream, each with a single pink gumdrop on top. My lips are screaming for hers, but I hold out, denying myself, like edging for an hour before coming.

As the sound of the shower fills the bathroom, I get down on my knees before her. With my teeth, I tug down the hem of her yoga pants to expose her pussy mound. She shaves, but hasn’t in a few days, and as a result, has a cute little patch of soft, short hair above her little pink slit.

She tries to hide her moan with a hand but fails miserably, and I reach out and close the door to make sure we have our privacy. The last thing I need right now is Brandi ruining everything again.

I keep going and don’t stop until her pants are at her ankles, at which point she daintily steps out of them. The view from below is spectacular, and I growl deep down in my stomach when I see the gleam of her arousal.

“You see, beautiful,” I whisper, “even if you wanted to try and deny me, there’s no denying this.”

I reach up with a knuckle and gently trace the sweet line of her slit, coating my skin with her wetness. Then I bring my finger to my lips and taste her.

“Rick…you don’t have to—”

“Don’t have to?” I reply. “What do you mean I don’t have to?”

“I—I thought guys don’t like to do that…”

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