“If your dad’s hot.” Giselle yanks me back with surprisingly more strength than I thought she had. “Then than means when you’re his age… you’ll be attractive too.”
I peer down at her, pressing the tip of my tongue into the sharp canine of my tooth to stop myself from laughing. “Am I not already attractive, Giselle?”
“Very much so and you fucking know it.” She smirks and gestures to me. “But in a couple more years you’ll have this whole… silver fox, DILF, thing going on.”
“Silver fox, DILF, thing, huh? Is that your type?”
“Anything Hudson Millen related is my type.”
Crowding into her space, I wrap my palms around the back of Giselle’s thighs, urging her to jump in my arms and twine her legs around my waist, as I carry her over to the sofa.
The leather cushions, soft with age, give away easily as I sit, Giselle perched in lap; exactly where I like her to be.
“I was going to be a gentleman and offer you a cup of tea or something…” I shove my face between her jaw and shoulder, sucking at a patch of her skin. “But fuck it.”
“I don’t want you to be a gentleman, Hudson.” Her hips grind down against the bulge in my trousers, as my lips work along her jawline, stopping only when I reach her lips. “I want you to be you.”
She’s going to regret saying that.
“Are you going to follow my rules?”
“M-maybe.” Giselle pants above me, her nipples two hard bullets pressing again the thin material of her top… if you can even call it that. “Depends on what’s in it for me.”
“What’s in it for you?” I chuckle darkly into her chest, fingertips plucking at the tie holding her top together and beginning to pull ever… so… slowly. “Stand up.”
Slipping from my lap, Giselle does as she’s told. She stays strangely silent as I continue pulling at the string, until it falls away, leaving her bare from the waist up.
I watch as her back straightens, pushing her perfect, perky breasts out rather than shying away from me.
I’m about to reward her, when her hands come up to cup her tits, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh together enticingly. Giselle’s eyes flick down to my erection, still covered by my clothes, but causing a bulge.
“Like what you see, hm?” she coos, her eyes lighting up in delight as I reach down and squeeze myself in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure building in the back of my spine.
I don’t answer, instead licking my lips and tipping my chin upwards in a silent gesture. “Unbutton your pants, Giselle.”
“Aren’t you going to do it for me?” She pouts, as ifI’mthe one not playing along with her game.
Little does she know it’s the other way around.
I’mthe one in charge here, not her.
“Unbutton your fucking pants. I’m not going to tell you again, Giselle.”
She must hear the demand in my tone, for she slips her hands down her exposed stomach, flicking open the clasp of her trousers with a flick of her wrist.
“Pull them down.”
Hooking her thumbs in the tight waistband, she begins to shimmy the tight material down her thighs.
“Your knickers too.”
Her manicured eyebrows raise, but she doesn’t protest.
I knew beneath all of her hard exterior there was a soft obedient girl in there somewhere, she just needed to feel safe enough to let it out.
I tell Giselle as such, noting the soft smile she sends my way which tells me I’m fucking correct.
“Sometimes I feel like you’re peeling me apart,” she whispers, even though we’re the only two in my flat, and my walls are pretty thick for how much rent I actually pay each month. “Finding parts of myself I didn’t even know were there.”
