Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
At twenty-two I was full of ideas and knew just what I wanted to do, so I set about doing it. She was still a little girl when I came back. It had been a few years since dad had remarried.
I didn’t have much use for her back then, but whatever, she was there. She stayed out of my way, and I didn’t have time for her little annoying ass, but somehow she grew on me.
That’s probably because she wouldn’t quit. She might not have our blood, but she was a true principessa, down to the diamond tiara pop got her for her sixteenth birthday.
All that time we got along fine for two people who didn’t live in the same house and saw each other sparingly. There was never any hint of impropriety between us.
And then suddenly, just out of the blue, she started her shit with me. I tried to ignore her at first, because I knew she didn’t know what she was getting herself into.
The first time I caught on to her teasing shit, I just grinned and left it at that. I figured she knew about my reputation with women somehow; that she’d heard the stories and was just fucking with me, but I thought that that’s all it was. Just a little step-sibling ribbing.
She was way too young to be into that shit, or so I thought. Well, not so much young as innocent. Not to mention until that day she’d been nothing more to me than the annoying little shit my father had brought home years ago when he married her mom.
Anyway, she’s eighteen now and I guess her little pussy was on fire because she started showing me her ass, literally. After the first few times I caught her at it, I finally realized what she was up to.
I warned her in no uncertain terms just what would happen if she didn’t stop her teasing fuckery with me. I told her, ‘Lara, don’t play games with grown men, especially not with a motherfucker like me.’
She’d laughed that shit off and gone on about her business. She thought I was like the little boys in her class or some fuck I guess. Little dickless wonders, that wouldn’t know what to do with her hot little ass on a good day.
Two weeks later, I went back to the house and she was at her shit again. I probably would’ve left her ass alone still, but then I overheard her talking shit on the phone with one of her friends and that shit set me the fuck off.
Apparently the little tart had seen the size of my dick when she made me hard enough to cut glass earlier that night when I stepped out of the shower. I’d thought it was an accident the way she’d ran from me.
I’d gone to apologize for scaring her and to make sure she was okay, that there wasn’t going to be any awkwardness between us going forward.
But overhearing her telling her girl that she was having fun torturing me, and there was nothing I could do about it, was the last fucking straw.
I still don’t know why she’d decided that it was a good idea all of a sudden to fuck with me, and my dick. Maybe it was because she’d just turned eighteen and was feeling grown.
Thing is, I’m almost thirty, that’s a whole twelve year head start. By the time she was born I was already looking for pussy to fuck. But that age shit didn’t seem to matter to her, so why let it stop me?
That night I stood outside her bedroom door listening in. Though she didn’t mention me by name, I knew who she was talking about. Unless she’d seen some other man’s dick that night.
And listening to her conversation it was obvious that she thought that because she had pop’s protection as his stepdaughter that I wouldn’t or couldn’t do shit to her.
She thought wrong. Way fucking wrong. If she’d done her homework she would’ve known. Nobody knows better than pop that I don’t give a fuck. I never did.
What she didn’t know, had apparently never been told, is that I am one of those problem people you read about in psychology magazines. The ones society can’t pigeonhole.
You know the type. Born with a silver spoon in my mouth, aced every class in school, has impeccable manners, kind to a fault, but has the heart of a stone cold killer.
By the time I was fourteen pop already knew there wasn’t shit he could do about me or with me. I was already shaping up to be the man I was going to be. So he just left me the fuck alone to do my thing.
He made sure I stayed clean, paid off the local law to keep my ass outta jail whenever I had to fuck somebody’s shit up for being stupid, and never stopped loving me.