Alex froze mid-step on the quiet street.
Ash's desperate "Daddy" hung in the air—raw, needy, trembling from her lips like a confession she didn't fully understand. For a heartbeat the world narrowed to just the two of them. Her small, plush body pressed tight against his side, huge soft breasts squishing warmly through her oversized black hoodie, thick juicy thighs grinding together audibly under her barely-there denim shorts.
But she didn't pull away. Instead her shy nature twisted with something deeper—subconscious sexual ownership she couldn't name, born from knowing he fucked her mom Mary many times and creampied her. Also from tasting his "yogurt" leftovers off her chin.
She was hooked into this vampire-like man. He appeared in her life suddenly and he became the main pillar of it.
