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Karina.I roll the name around on my tongue. Pretty name for a pretty girl. Tuesday, huh? It’s Friday. I can have her to myself for two, whole fuckin’ days this weekend.
My dick’s rock-hard at the thought.
Her shoes tap over the cheap vinyl flooring as she walks into the kitchen. She lets out a startled gasp. “Oh, you’re still here?”
“Yeah, babe. I didn’t see a car in the driveway. You take the bus to school?”
“I usually walk.”
“Why don’t you have a car yet?”
She shrugs. “Can’t afford it. My dad wants me to concentrate on school, so I only work during the summers.”
Interesting. “You like school?”
She half-smiles. “Yeah.”
Bitch is way too fuckin’ pretty to worry about school and shit. Needs a man to take care of her.
I want to be that man.
She steps around me and pulls a yogurt out of the fridge. Doesn’t look like much else inside. Her face turns pink. “I, uh, don’t have a lot to offer—”
“I’m good, babe. Your dad leave you with any grocery money?”
She hesitates before answering. “I’m fine.”
I don’t agree, but I let it slide. What kind of man leaves his daughter with no food in the fuckin’ house?
She tosses the yogurt in her backpack. “Well, I—”
“Yeah, let’s go. I’m droppin’ you off.”
Shock stands out all over her face. “You are?”
Fuck me, but she’s sweet. What was supposed to be an afternoon fuck seems to be turning into something else, and I don’t know how to stop it.
“Yeah. You shouldn’t be walking around here by yourself.”
She seems surprised, but doesn’t say anything as I lead her back outside.
Feels so fucking good with the girl tucked behind me, thighs cradling my hips, arms wrapped around my waist, and her cheek between my shoulders. I almost forget I’m dropping her off at school.
Damn, if I don’t feel like a filthy pervert.
When I pull up at the student drop-off, she gets off and looks around all nervous-like.
“What’s wrong, babe. Thought you didn’t have a boyfriend?” I’m teasing ’cause some high school boy ain’t on my give-a-fuck radar. But she scowls at me something fierce.
“No, I just don’t want the principal to hassle you.”
That’s cute. Her thinking I give a fuck what some high school suit thinks about me.
“I ain’t worried about it, babe.”
Her eyes meet mine, and it’s like staring into a bolt of lightning. A fuckin’ jolt of lust rocks through me. “What time you done?”
