“You remember me, Uncle Jay?” Her sweet voice cuts into my thoughts.
I drag my eyes back up to her innocent face. She has perfectly puffy pink lips made for sucking cock. She’s the most innocent-looking angel princess I've ever seen.
All I can do is grunt. “You've grown up a lot since I last saw you.”
She flips her hair and beams at me like I've given her the greatest compliment. “Yep! I'm not a little girl anymore,” she pronounces proudly.
Fuck yes, you are, baby doll. You’re Daddy's little girl.
I blink, mortified at my thoughts. Where the fuck did that come from?
“Are you ready?” I ask her, uncomfortable as hell with this entire situation. It never occurred to me that Doug’s daughter would grow up to be a beautiful angel. Everything about her is light and perky and pretty. It almost hurts to look at her.
And fuucck, having her barely legal pussy parading around my house in skimpy outfits like this is going to make however long Doug is locked up unbearable.
She peers up at me innocently. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I answer her gruffly. “Where's your stuff?” I'm studiously avoiding her tits and her perfect stomach, and hell, even her face. There's nowhere I can look that doesn't cause my cock to swell painfully in my jeans.
She tips her head to the side and regards me thoughtfully. “You've got this funny look like you're in pain or something.”
I let out a humorless chuckle.
She frowns. “Are you?”
“Am I what?” I hedge.
She doesn’t let it go. “In pain?” she asks me frankly, innocently.
“Fuck, yes,” I croak. “But don't you worry about it. It's not your problem.”
She bites her lip and looks at me with worry in those blue pools. “Is there anything I can do to help you?”
I laugh in shame. This sweet angel is worried about me being in pain. She has no idea that the only thing hurting is my filthy fucking cock, straining to bust through these jeans and get to her tight little pussy.
Fuck yeah, being buried balls deep in her little virgin pussy will help me.
And I knowher pussy is untapped. It's written all over her—from those innocent blue eyes down to the hot pink nail polish on the tips of her toes.
I shake my head. Focus. She’s your friend's daughter. Stop thinking about her blue eyes and her pink toenails. And for the love of all things holy, make your dick go down.
“Don’t worry about me. Where's your stuff?”
My cock laughs at me and swells even harder in my jeans when Layla turns around and bends over to pick up one of her bags. Her sweet ass is pushed up in the air, and I ball my hands into fists to keep from grabbing her hips and humping against her like a wild animal.
The irony of the situation isn't lost on me. I've never reacted to a woman so strongly in my life, and the one time I do, she’s a fucking teenager nearly half my age entrusted into my care by a good friend.
I take the bag from her and grab her other bags, nodding my head at the car. “Go get in the car, princess.”
She pauses when I call her princess and looks up at me from beneath lowered lashes, her cheeks turning pink.
Fuck, if my cock wasn't already straining against my zipper, it sure as hell is now. She likes it when I call her princess. It's written all over her pretty little virgin face.
“Sure thing, Uncle Jay.” She smiles up at me brightly before skipping over to my vehicle.
Moisture leaks from the tip of my cock, and I take a moment to turn away from her and readjust myself. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, trying to control my visceral response to her.
I begin to pray. Lead me not into temptation…