CHAPTER TEN
Drake
I haven’t seen Cleo in ages. She disappeared after that “girls’ night out” with Lorena and never came back.
The morning after, I’d expected to wake and find Cleo snuggled against me, hopefully nude, willing and wet, the way I loved my little girl. But instead I’d woken up alone, stumbling downstairs to find Lorena waiting for me, slinkily sexy in a silk robe.
“Where’s Cleo?” I ground out. At this point, I still had no idea that Lorena knew everything.
“She’s in the city,” said Lorena airily, sliding a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon before me. Now I knew this was a trap. Lorena never cooks because we have a personal chef and yet she’d gotten up early to put something on the grill.
“What do you mean, in the city? She has school on Monday and needs to study,” I ground out. “Cleo’s going to college and needs to make a last ditch effort to bring up her grades.” Both of us knew that our daughter was terrible at academics but my connections could probably get her into some small private college. When you have unlimited funds, even the most elite, snobbish schools throw open their doors.
Plus, I’d been doing some planning of my own. I was seriously contemplating buying a condo near wherever she matriculated. Hey, if I wanted to see my little girl, what was wrong with having a love nest nearby where I could fuck that little pussy to my heart’s content?
But Lorena rudely interrupted my reverie.
“Oh college,” she sighed, waving her hands vaguely. “Cleo’s decided not to go. We stopped by a modeling agency in the city and they loved her Drake! They signed her immediately and she’s boarding with some other girls until she gets her first job. Just wait,” bragged Lorena. “You’ll see her face in all the magazines!”
I frowned. Okay, my little step was definitely beautiful enough to model, but I thought fashion types were six feet tall and thin as whips. My little girl was about five four, and luscious everywhere … especially in the places that mattered.
“There’s a revolution going on in the fashion industry,” rushed Lorena. “They like girls with personalities even if they’re not skinny and Cleo was the perfect fit, just so photogenic with that glorious hair. You know,” she added helpfully, “redheads are especially in demand right now.”
I didn’t keep up with fashion but it sounded right. I mean, those tall thin girls weren’t sexy, all bony elbows and knobby knees, and I was already completely head over heels with my curvy nymphet. If I found her irresistible, why wouldn’t the world?
“Don’t worry, Cleo will be home to visit soon,” said Lorena soothingly. “Now my love, why don’t we talk about finances? I need a little more, ten thousand a month just isn’t enough,” she pouted. “There are so many things I need to pay for, the landscaping, our pool cleaners …”
I sighed. I knew she was fucking the pool boy Carlos but I didn’t give a shit. Lorena could do whatever she wanted now that I had Cleo’s curvy red pussy wrapped around my cock each night, she was no match for that teen twat, its tight, willing, wet warmth. In fact, now whenever I looked at my wife, I just wanted her gone. Shit, that ugly pool dude was doing me a favor keeping her out of my hair. With a grunt, I got out my checkbook.
“Fifteen thousand enough?” I rumbled.
“Make it twenty,” Lorena purred, and I silently made out the check, tearing it out and handing it to her.
“Thank you my love, I’ll make sure Cleo gets part of this as her spending money,” she said. “Now eat your eggs and behave,” she scolded teasingly.
Glumly, I turned back to my breakfast. It was cold and soggy now, but when my stepdaughter came back … I had visions of slipping eggs into her pussy, scrambled and whole, those lips stretching elastically, her juices lubing the way. The thought made me perk up, and I chewed with more enthusiasm.