Page 68 of The Doctor

Wasn’t sure she really needed me to explain, what with her waving her hand in front of her face to clear away the smoke. I held my tongue, conscious that I’d likely hurt her feelings if I told her the truth.

I’m hiding from you.

Why?

Because I can’t stop myself from wanting to stick my thick cock in your soaked pussy.

Jesus, fuck!

Just thinking about it made the blood in my body divert itself.

“What’s wrong?” Clara’s voice was just a whisper, but my little hurricane sent a storm of want through me as she stopped just inches from my chair. In place of the tight sleep shorts and tank top she’d favored before I defiled her, she now went to bed wearing nothing but a T-shirt that barely covered her ass.

I knew what wasn’t underneath it.

I’d seen her nakedness as that shirt slid up her slim waist.

Nakedness that had tempted me in the middle of the night.

That had me gripping my cock and jerking off as she slept, unknowing, beside me.

After getting no response, Clara climbed onto my lap, one leg on either side of me and her hands on my shoulders. She leaned forward and put her mouth near my ear. “Having fun spending time with all your spider friends?”

Either she anticipated my response or the marijuana had me moving at a snail’s pace. She clamped her hands down on either side of my face and forced me to look at her.

“I’m kidding, Zeno,” she cooed, running her thumbs along my cheeks. “I’m just kidding. I won’t let the spiders hurt you.”

It wasn’t until she brushed her lips to mine that I loosened my grip on her wrists.

A grip I didn’t even realize I had on her until I wanted to move her hands.

“Clara.”

“What’s wrong?” She edged back, causing sweet friction between us my dick couldn’t ignore.

“I can’t do this anymore, kid.”

“What can’t you do?”

“This.” I smoothed my hands down to her waist, wanting to push her away. Wanting to pull her close. “This push and pull with you. You tempting me to do things I shouldn’t do.”

“Who says you shouldn’t do those things?”

I let out a heavy sigh. “I’m twenty years your senior.”

“Hmm. You’re old enough to be my father.” She ground herself down on top of me, the thin fabric of my briefs the only thing keeping her pussy from drenching me more than my whiskey already had. “Right, Daddy?”

“Clara!” I bit my tongue, knowing my anger wouldn’t help. I worked my jaw side to side, trying to get the muscles to loosen while my stomach twisted into knots. “You shouldn’t waste your time on me.”

“I’m not wasting time. I’m exactly where I want to be.” She leaned forward, brushing her lips to mine. But I grabbed her by the jaw, forcing her away from me, despite the hurt burning in her eyes. “Zee?”

“That’s enough, kid.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure thing, Daddy.”

“Don’t call me that!”

Clara broke free from my grasp, and before I could react, her mouth crushed mine. I went to tell her to quit, but the minute I opened my mouth, her tongue swept in and I couldn’t stop myself from getting tangled up in her. I breathed her in, desperate for some sense of normalcy, some little bit of decency to keep me from devouring the girl. But my reflexes were slow, and my mind was muddled, and I couldn’t stop myself from wanting her.