I see the way everyone in the bar watches her. Most of the men in the fucking place old enough to be her daddy. Hell, I’m no different. Except she doesn’t give any of them ‘fuck-me eyes.” Only me.
The sweet little thing better watch herself, or she’s going to find her knees sore, her lips swollen, and her body owned by a big mother fucker like me.
She thinks she can handle herself in the bar, but I wonder how quickly she’d cry out in the bedroom.
After a long couple of years overseas, I want two things.
Time with my son and a long week of being f*cked nice and hard by the pretty little virgin down at the base bar that’s finally legal.
I don’t want her to cry Uncle. I want her to cry Daddy. And she will. Over and over and over again.