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It’s not easy being a single father Being a billionaire only s more complicated

Betteridea I mean, I love Kayla like she’s my own flesh and blood, but that distinction I justyou about how deep I want to sink in pussy

You see, Kayla’s mother left us a few years back We’d only been et a pre-nup, even after my lawyer threw a fit She was so perfect, so wonderful, and I never thought she would take advantage of me…

Instead, she cost me a mansion in the Hamptons and two hundred twenty million dollars, all so she could run off with one of her acting coaches Maybe the biggest surprise of all was the way she abandoned Kayla There was no place in her new life for a daughter, and when I saw the way it crushed the girl, I offered to let her stay…

Maybe it was for the best With one, I really didn’t think that anybody could ever take her place Whether it was out of appreciation or understanding, Kayla sure as hell tried, though

She took over doing the things I’d co—hell, just about everything Sure, I could afford to pay people to do those things, but there’s so special about a ho when you come back in the door I’m rich, I’m not heartless…

And Kayla seemed to understand She was damned and determined to fill the hole her mother had left behind, and I really couldn’t have been prouder It was hard to believe that she was just eighteen

It took some time for me to realize just how precious she was to e of her olden locks, the sareen eyes, the sahed the same way herIt hat had attracted h, I found myself attracted to Kayla as well

I knerong Fathers—even stepfathers—should never look at their little girls the way I looked at Kayla But the es, the s I couldn’t have It’s a character flaw that separates the millionaires from the billionaires We don’t settle for e have, no est yacht in the club, the nicest Rolls Royce, the most expensive Rolex

Of course, Kayla couldn’t be bought…

My mind latched onto the idea of her as forbidden fruit, and soon she’d beco the day, and it always involved her naked, wet, and down on her hands and knees She would squall for ht, ripe ass into the air in nothing but a pair of knee-socks and pigtails She’d whine andher wetness all overdick inside them

“Please, Daddy,” she’d beg, opening her legs wide so I could see the pretty pink slit I’d been dying to touch “Put it in irl…”

I was so excited I usually caht then and there But luckily it was a dreaner jeans off and there it was, hard as a rock again with her tight hole just inches away

She’d scrabble at the floor, nearly in hysterics just froainst it, rubbing, grinding, desperate to find a way to get it inside her

“Daddy!” she’d wail “I need it! Fuck your baby girl!”

Then I’d ht, wet ring of her pussy Her walls would clench, already h the i cunt

“More!” she’d cry “More, Daddy! More!”

I couldn’t very well letfat cock in deeper, harder, probing her depths for the sweet spot I was sure would hter learned why Mommy married me

Kayla would yowl like an alley cat, puid dick in her virgin pussy And when I popped her sweet cherry like a h to empty my balls

But I wasn’t done with her Not yet

I’d grip her ass, one cheek in each hand, and pull theet in nice and deep While she squealed and hollered that it was too ood, I’d pu into that swollen node of pleasure until her knees gave out She’d buckle, threaten to collapse, and then finally release in a torrent of lust, washing over my hips,desire

And then I would wake up, the sight of irl still fresh in yptian cotton sheets

It had been a long time since a woman affected me like Kayla did And no matter how I tried to put her out ofback like a tidal wave of lust threatening to consu me at work The distraction dulled my reactions, and company stock was down six percent for the year In her oay, Kayla was costing me just as much money as her mother…

I thought ether I’d always lived a private life, and I frequently flew home and stayed shut in with Kayla for the weekend It was no wonder these inappropriate urges had developed I decided that going out

this on me:

“Actually, there’s a yoga class I’ve been wanting to try out” She batted her long, thick lashes at me and smiled “It’s a little expensive, but everybody who’s anybody is doing it Please, Daddy? It’s not just for girls Guys can totally coave us a membership!”

“I dunno, baby,” I told her, wrinklingyou stood in a circle singing Ku a hippie Hollywood always did have a never-ending stream of new diets, fad fitness classes, and silly cleanses and purges Kayla’s , but it wasn’t for me

But those eyes—those big, doe-like eyes—I could never say no to them

“Just one class,” I said, trying not to look any lower than her pleading gaze She was nearly busting out of her tank top Sometimes I wondered if she teht of ood for etforward

“Oh, thank you!” she cried, throwing her arht She buried her face inh my shirt

I clutched her in return, stroking her gorgeous locks She smelled like raspberry and vanilla, so innocent and pure, and yet all I wanted to do was throw her on my bed and pump into her until she smelled like me

I pulled away like I’d been scalded, offered her what I was sure was a shaky smile, and then watched her bounce back to her roo with every step

Truth be told, I was looking forward to tiht reot to that yoga class, it beca out in public wasn’t going to stop hter

I thought at first that it nized at least one actress arabbed ht to behold: dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, tits as big as my head, a waist I could practically wrap s that went on for days She was muscular in the way a woman should be, lean but still sleek and soft, and when she batted her big brown eyes atto take my mind off of pretty little Kayla

Sure, she probably knew exactly who I hich explained the little show she was putting on Sofor the wealthy prince to sweep theed a little smile, and she returned the look with enthusiasm

“All right, ladies,” she said, hands on her generous hips and throwing a wink et this show on the road!”