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Daddy

His piercing blue eyes under a protruding brow line were a startling contrast against his tanned skin and raven-black hair His face wasn’t conventionally handsome, I suppose A bit of a crooked nose, a half-inch scar above his left eyebrow More Russian mafia than Manhattan ht?

I look over lass down at the bar

He’s watchinghim?

Yet…I swear there’s a flicker in his eyes as we connect from across the rooht

I have to be reasonable The bar is bustling oue or Cosmo

I’irl Curvy in the right places, I guess, but next to most of these women in here I look like a hobbit Jack, on the other hand, is the epitome calm, confident sex appeal and raw, animal heat If sex had a face, it would be this man

Thing is, I’m hardly an authority on sex I’ve only ever been around boys who laugh too h too often They ives me a headache But Jack is no boy

He’s afro him space And it’s not just his size, which is a little freakish if I’ honest But still, as I watch, people they lower their eyes, practically genuflecting as they pass by him

Still, under that exterior there is soile and tiny and protected

Every flick of his eyes, every curve of his lips, every clench of his bearded jaw, sees

I do a few clenching Kegels as I walk and a flash of heat spirals up ; nipples bunched up into tiny, hard balls, ready to pierce through the layers of lavender chiffon

I’s My pathetic bit of sexual experience has never leftfor more I had one date enerous For the first couple seconds Bobby Foster tried to dry hump my hip in his car after my senior prom, I simply held my breath Then, I punched him in the stomach and that was the end of that

That’s the extent of my worldly sexual experience, and a man like Jack looks like a pro player while I barely know the rules of the game