Chapter 1
After twenty years of marriage to a buxom blonde, I was acquiring a whole new appreciation for slender, spry, twenty-year-old brunettes.
Sunday mornings are so sweet when there's a plump pair of lips traveling from my neck to my hips.
Dude, don't look at me like that. So what, I'm forty? My girlfriend is fucking hot.
Bella Swan is unlike anyone I've ever met. The sheets crinkled, and she giggled against my thigh when her cell phone rang. I groaned immediately, knowing the ringtone. Anthrax's "I Am The Law" always tells me the Chief is calling his daughter. Probably to make sure she isn't in my bed.
And, yeah, she totally loves 80s music.
She looked exquisite when she threw back the sheet. Her body is one thing, but her smile is purely radiant. And there's something about the look in her eyes that sent the blood back to my groin despite the thrash metal still playing in the background.
She crawled, completely naked, over my body to her phone, which is perched precariously on the edge of the nightstand. I can't resist laughing when the vibrating phone takes a nosedive onto the ground. Bella sent me a dirty look as she reached down to grab it from the carpet, giving me a spectacular view of her ass.
"Daddy?" she said sweetly into the phone, flipping me off. She settled back onto the bed, resting her head on my plumb colored pillow. Her hand stroked my thigh absently.
"Nothing daddy, just doing a few chores around Edward's house," she said slyly.
"No, no. He keeps things very neat," she said, toying with the trimmed thatch of hair above my penis. Dirty, dirty girl. "I won't. I know. Alright, daddy, if that's…"
Just then my phone started vibrating from the nightstand. Excusing myself with a jerk of my head, I snatched the phone up and made my way naked from the bedroom into the hall.