Breeding My Starlet Daughter

Story Excerpt

The sun was dipping low over the ocean, painting the villa’s balcony in shades of orange and pink as I leaned against the railing, a lukewarm beer in hand. Drew had begged me out here for a drink, and I’d caved, knowing I shouldn’t have. She was sprawled in a chair across from me, draped in a silk robe that barely covered her thighs, sipping some fruity pink cocktail. Her legs were bare, long and tanned, shifting every few seconds, parting just enough to pull my eyes from the horizon.

She licked the salt off the rim of her glass, her tongue slow, deliberate, pink and wet against the crystal. Her gaze didn’t waver from mine, and I felt the heat creep up my spine. “You’re always so buttoned-up. Don’t you ever get tired of it?” she asked, her voice a lazy drawl.

“Someone has to keep you out of trouble,” I said, taking a long pull from my beer, trying to keep my tone even.

She shifted again, the robe slipping open a fraction, revealing smooth skin, no bra, no panties underneath. Just the faint shadow between her thighs and the perfect curve of her ass teasing me. “What if I want trouble?” she purred, setting her glass down with a soft clink.