I keep thinking about Sadie getting herself off for me. She seems so innocent and good, but there’s a dirty freak locked deep inside of her, begging to get out.

She just needs a man to teach her. When she calls me Daddy, my fucking cock gets so hard I can barely breathe, and I need more of that. I want to feel her pretty lips wrapped around my tip, feel her saliva sliding down my skin as she sucks me. I want to taste her and feel that tight virgin pussy wrapped around my cock.

I can barely concentrate when I finally decide to go into the office. All that day I’m distracted. We text back and forth, mostly just talking about nothing. I ask about her life, getting to know her, and it feels good. I feel excited, giddy almost. It’s absolutely strange to feel like I’m getting this deeply involved with a woman so much younger than me, especially one that I shouldn’t have anything to do with.

But Sadie is clearly more than just a spoiled little rich girl. She’s gorgeous, of course, and fascinating. And I can’t help but like the fact that she’s a virgin and wants to give herself to me.

It’s more than that. I like talking to her, like getting to know her. I actually enjoy finding out what makes her happy, what makes her sad, and generally what makes her an interesting person. And I like telling her about myself.

I never expected to have a secret relationship with a girl her age, but here I am. I can’t exactly stop it. I wouldn’t want to, even if I could. She makes me feel too damn good to stop.

Finally, the next night arrives. Instead of taking the town car like usual, I decide to drive myself. I take one of my old classic cars, a black Mustang from the ‘70s. As I pull up in the usual spot, I don’t feel nervous. I feel only excited.

She’s standing underneath the light again. She’s wearing a short skirt and a light gray blouse open at the top two buttons, showing off just enough of her breasts. I roll down the passenger side window and grin at her.

“Need a ride?” I ask.

She laughs and leans down. “I didn’t know you knew how to drive.”

“I may be a city boy, but I can do things.”

“You’re a rich city boy, at that.”

“Get in here before people think you’re a hooker.” I grin at her.

She blushes. “Gavin!”

“What? You think there aren’t hookers in this city?”

She grumbles a little and climbs in. “Nobody’s going to think I’m a hooker.”

“A very, very high-class hooker,” I say to her. “Of course.”

She nods. “That’s better.”

I grin and roll up the window before pulling out into traffic. “So, where do you want to go?”

She raises an eyebrow. “No plan this time?”

“None,” I say. “I decided it’d be more fun that way.”

She smiles and leans back in her seat. “Okay then. How about you give me a little driving tour?”

I grin at her. “I guess you are new to the city.”

She laughs. “Lived here most of my life.”

“What about when you were at boarding school?”

“Good point.” She shrugs a little. “I still think of this place as home.”

“I get that,” I say. “Even if you’re not at a place all the time, it can still be home.”

“Exactly,” she says. “This city, I don’t know. It’s in my family’s blood.”

“I thought you didn’t buy into that family stuff.”

She gives me a look. “I don’t, but I can’t deny who I am.”

“Good point.”

“And there are parts of my family that I like. We have breakfast together every morning, did I tell you that?”

I grin at her. “I didn’t know that. Very cute.”

“I guess it’s cute. It was better when I was a little girl. It’s strained now.”

“Strained how?”

She shakes her head. “Father and mother aren’t exactly in love anymore. And Peter is the only person that I get along with.”

“You’ve talked about him before,” I say. “That’s really good. I wish I had a sibling.”

“Maybe,” she says. “Except you could end up with one like Michael, and he’s the worst.”

I nod knowingly. “Good point. He is the worst.”

She laughs and I turn down along a backstreet. I don’t know where I’m going, but I don’t really care. We keep chatting as I drive around aimlessly. The streets are mostly empty, but I drive slow anyway, mostly just to enjoy the city.

We pass a few parks, groups of kids out late drinking too much, homeless people, even a family of four with an exhausted toddler hanging off the father’s arm. Sadie talks more about her family, about growing up in boarding school, about being raised by nannies. It’s such a foreign world to me.

I was raised by my mother and my father, both working class people. Dad drank too much and Mom constantly gave him shit for it, but that never changed. They both smoked, which seemed normal back then, but I realized now that they both smoked way too much. Dad died of heart disease ten years ago, and Mom died of cancer five years after that.

There’s one thing I’m thankful for. Although my parents couldn’t afford to send me to school, I still made it anyway. I made something of myself, and they saw that, at least a little bit toward the end.

I don’t know what it would be like to grow up in a family like Sadie’s. I’d be a different man, I’m sure, maybe someone like Peter or like Michael. It’s amazing how much of you is created by chance, by the people you’re born to. Most of what you are is absolute luck, and not at all earned. I know that and so does Sadie. I was lucky to be born smart, and she was lucky to be born rich.

“I have an idea,” I say to her suddenly. “A spot we can go see.”

“Take me there,” she says, grinning.

I pull a U-turn and head out west. Along the edge of the city runs a river, pretty dirty, but there are still some fish in it. I park my car in a mostly empty lot and we get out, waking toward the river.

Ahead, there’s the start of a black wrought-iron staircase that descends down suddenly toward the water, down below the sidewalk.

“Come on,” I say to her, stepping onto the stairs. “Down here.”

She frowns. “That can’t be safe.”

I bounce up and down hard on the stairs. They flex a little bit, which actually does make me nervous. “It’s totally fine,” I say.

“Yeah, okay,” she says, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”

“That’s my girl.” I grin at her and we head down. I glance back up at her and catch a glimpse of her panties under her short skirt. She catches me looking but doesn’t do anything to stop me.

We get to the bottom of the stairs and step out onto a small walkway. There are some trees planted here, a couple benches, and a beautiful view of the river. I step up to the edge and look out. She joins me, wrapping her arms through mine.

“Wow,” she says. “I didn’t know this was here.”

“Been here as long as I can remember. I went fishing here with my dad once or twice when I was a kid.”

She squeezes my hand and we stand there for a second in silence, looking out over the water.

I can’t help but wonder how I got to this moment. A gorgeous, beautiful rich girl on my arm, much younger than me, and a virgin. She wants me to teach her, to show her how to fuck, to use that beautiful body of hers. I feel lucky, but also I know she’s just as lucky.

Because she gets me to be her Daddy. There are a lot of shitty assholes in this city, and a lot of them run in her circle. The rich may be rich, but they’re also people, and people tend to be assholes. I like to think I’m not an asshole, or at least not a bad asshole.

I squeeze her hand. “Come on,” I say to her.

“Where to now?”

“Back to my car.” I don’t elaborate. I suddenly feel flushed as I pull her back toward the stairs and we climb back up. The lot is empty and there’s nobody around at all as we get to the car.

I grab her hips and press her up against the passenger side. She smiles a little. “We could have done this down there,” she says.

“No,” I say softly. “Not what I want to do right now.”

She looks a little surprised and I kiss her deeply. I love her taste, the way she kisses me back with little moans, her tongue so soft against mine. It drives me fucking crazy to explore her body.

My hands move along her hips and slide down underneath her skirt. I run my hand along her inner thigh until I get to her pussy. I can’t help but smirk when I feel it, wet already.

“You were thinking the same thing as me,” I whisper in her ear.

“What’s that?” she asks softly.

I slip my hand underneath her panties. I find her wet, swollen clit, and start to gently rub. “You were thinking about the other day. About what I said I want to do to you.”

“Tell me again,” she whispers.

I rub her clit slowly. “I want to slide my thick fingers into this little pussy. I want to suck your clit and tongue your cunt until you scream my name and come in my mouth.”

“Oh shit,” she moans softly. I smirk, sliding my fingers down, and press them deep inside of her.

“I’ve been thinking about this pussy for a long time,” I say. “Ever since I first saw you. I can’t get you out of my fucking head.”

I reach behind her and open the car door. She’s surprised when I pull it open. I push her down onto the passenger seat then drop down to my knees in front of her. I spread her legs wide and reach up under her skirt.

“Gavin,” she says. “Somebody might see us.”

I grin. “Nobody is here. And we both know you don’t mind that.” I slide her panties off and toss them aside.

“Gavin!” she says.

I reach up and take her hair, tipping her head back. “No more complaining,” I say. “You just let me lick this little pussy until you can’t stop yourself from coming.”

She bites her lip and I spread her legs wide, hiking her skirt up. I kiss up her inner thigh before my tongue finds her clit.

She groans, tossing her head back as I start to suck and lick her swollen little spot. I love her taste, her delicious little taste, as my tongue and teeth and lips do their work.

I’ve never been so goddamn hard before in my life, but just the taste of her wet, pink little pussy drives me absolutely crazy inside. Her moans fill my head and drive me forward as I slide two fingers deep inside of her.

“You’re delicious,” I say. “Goddamn delicious. I’ve been dreaming of a pussy like this my whole life.” I reach up, fingers buried inside of her. I pull her toward me and kiss her deep on the mouth. She doesn’t shy away from her own taste that’s still on my tongue.

I pull back and drop down between her legs. She braces herself as I fuck her pussy with my fingers, sucking and licking her clit. I want to fuck her right now, sink my cock deep inside of her, but she’s not ready for that. I want to get her off first, make her come, make her know what I can do to her.

I love the way she moans, like with her whole body. She shudders and writhes as I suck and lick and finger-fuck her cunt. I’m not holding back at all, not easing her into this. I want it to be hot and dirty and fast, something she’s never experienced before.

“Oh god, Gavin,” she moans. “That feels too good. Oh shit, I don’t know, I don’t know if I can take it.”

“You can take it,” I say, fingers sliding in and out of her. “Go ahead, take it, you dirty fucking girl. Call me Daddy while you come.” I go back down, sucking her clit, licking it.

She grabs the back of my head, pressing me down harder as I continue to do my work. She’s clearly not letting up as I push her further, licking her harder and faster, getting dirty, her pussy dripping wet. Her hips move in rhythm with my mouth and I know she’s close.

She can’t stay quiet. She’s not holding back. Any thoughts she had about being in public are obviously gone now. I watch her face, and I know she’s close. I suck and lick her faster, moving faster, fingers buried inside of her.

“Oh shit,” she says, and her whole body tenses. I know she’s coming, and I don’t stop.

Her orgasm tastes incredible as it rushes through her body. She comes with every muscle, tensed and relaxed and tensed again, and I can see the pleasure on her face. She lets out one low groan, deep and intense. I don’t let up and I don’t hold back, making her orgasm as intense as possible.

Slowly, she finishes. I slide my fingers out of her and clean them off with my mouth, savoring her. She watches me with a mixture of shock, desire, and pure bliss. I smile at her then help her shift into the car so that I can shut the door.

I close it when she’s ready, then walk around to the driver’s side. She looks at me. “That was amazing,” she says.

I smirk at her. “Good. You have a lot to learn. But I can tell you’re eager.”

She blushes. “I guess so.”

I put my hand on her thigh. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

She bites her lip. “Really?”

“We don’t want you to get in trouble. Besides, that’s enough for tonight.”

I start the engine and begin to pull away. “Wait, my panties.”

I grin at her. “Leave them there.”

“I can’t go around in a skirt without panties!”

“I want you to,” I say.

She blushes even deeper. “Yes, Daddy.”

I groan a little. “You’re learning so fast.”

We head back to her place. I stop at the usual spot and pull her against me, kissing her full and deep. It takes all my willpower to pull away.

“I’ll see you again soon,” I whisper.

“Yeah. Soon.” She kisses me one last time.

I watch her climb out and walk away. Her taste lingers on my lips as I drive home, though I follow her at a discreet distance to make sure she gets inside safely first.

Once I’m home, I get into my apartment, and my phone suddenly buzzes. I pull it out and it’s a picture from Sadie. I pull it open and can’t help but groan.

It’s a picture of her ass with the skirt hiked up in her bathroom mirror, no panties on.

I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to fuck this girl and soon.