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“What?” Haven says just as animatedly.

“Your daddy said he can’t wait to buy you a pony!” What the fuck? I did not. Oh. She’s good. I blankly look at her discreetly scratching the side of her face with her middle finger.

Well played baby girl. Well fucking played.

Chapter 16

Blade

4 weeks later

Things I never thought I’d do in my life:

Take a dick pic.

So, things escalated.

Between sharing custody of Haven with Avi, my job taking me out of the country for two weeks, Haven’s non-stop hairdressing gig, and taking care of her sick sister, I’ve squeezed in seeing her once over the past month, which has been agonising.

My right arm has definitely been getting more of a workout, if you know what I mean, and new calluses have formed on my fingers from the amount of action it has been getting.

We’ve spoken on the phone, but not a whole lot. She alluded to some difficult living arrangements with her sister being back home, but didn’t elaborate on her mum. There have been times when I’ve called her randomly and heard yelling in the background, but she quickly hung up. I know most of what there is to know about Row by now, except her family still remains a mystery.

I guess so has mine. Row politely asks about my kids, but doesn’t delve deeper. She hasn’t asked to meet Zee, and I haven’t made any steps to introduce her to my son either. I’m still wrestling with how to approach the age-gap. I don’t know why I care so much about what others think. It’s not like I can change it, so what should it matter?

Tonight’s the perfect chance to broach the topic with Zee. I’m having him and Alex over. It has been a while since we’ve all hung out, so I’ve prepared hot wings with the sauce I bought from that YouTube show, Hot Ones, and I’ve made some ribs in the offset smoker. We’ll probably watch the latest Sushi Mango special and just catch up.

The guys aren’t set to arrive until 8. It’s now 7. I know for a fact that Row took the early shift today, which gives us just enough time to sneak in some cheeky sexting before the boys arrive and she meets up with a friend she’s been in a fight with.

Tink: Bra, or no bra tonight?

Two pictures automatically come through, one of her full breasts spilling out of her basic black bra, and one of her holding it on the end of her finger while she bands her arm across her naked flesh.

Shit yeah.

What I wouldn’t give to have my cock buried in between the valley of her chest right now. In two seconds flat I’m on the couch naked, cock in my hand. It’s solid, and it’s angry that it hasn’t been touched by Row in weeks. Even my balls hang heavy at how full they are for her.

Me: You’re a naughty, naughty girl, aren’t you, baby girl?

I stroke myself leisurely, waiting to see what lies behind the three dots. I curse that her phone isn’t the latest one when a blurry but equally pornographic shot of her bare breasts with her barbells pierced through her protruding nipples. I’m shocked to find she’s changed the studs to something so elicit.

Four words undo me.

Daddy’s. Little. Baby. Slut

Christ almighty, where the fuck did she get these?

Tink: Do you like them (devil emoji)

I send her back the tip of my cock which is leaking. The bead of cum is visible. And I’ve written one word. Yes.

In reply, she teases me with a shot of her rounded ass covered in black cotton. I’m not as familiar with her behind yet but I want to be acquainted with it just as much as her pussy. Her forbidden hole will be the final destination to me owning every part of her body.

Me: Take off your pants and touch your pussy. Show me how wet you are for me.

It doesn’t take a genius to work out that she’s obviously younger than me, judging by how skilled she is when taking a photo. She seems to know all the right angles that make me forget my own name. She’s placed the phone on the opposite wall to where she’s sitting, knees parted and bent to the ceiling. I’m drooling like a Saint Bernard at her glistening cunt.

Tink: Daddy?

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