A massive and very public thank you to the one and only Pearly Fox for her incredible support of this story.

I also want to thank Mani Muse for the inspiration.

You are both amazing, so thank you for taking the time to speak to little ol' me.

Disclaimer - All recognisable characters belong to their original owners. I do not make a profit from writing this; I simply do it for my own amusement. No copyright infringement intended.

Prologue

I shouldn't want you like this. I shouldn't be looking at you, wondering what your nipples would feel like against my tongue and how your pussy would feel around my cock.

I shouldn't be imaging you bent over my desk as I fuck you, hard and raw and hot, my dick filling your sweet, little cunt until you beg and scream my name, your fucking juices dribbling all over me until you're all the way filled with my cum

You're too young for me. Too sweet. I'm older, rough around the edges. The ink on my skin tells so many stories, stories that you've never heard, while your skin is so smooth and creamy, untainted by the harsh realities of life. A beautiful, blank canvas.

I'm not your future. I can't be, even though I can't stop thinking about you. You need a white-collar boy. Someone who's gone to an Ivy League college and has a gardener and a maid. Not me: the tattoo artist. I've worked hard to get where I am, and you were born into privilege. We're like night and day, nothing alike, from different worlds. Yet, there's something about you. Something addictive and powerful I can't escape.

For a second, let's pretend I'm not your father's best friend.

Let's pretend I'm not sixteen years older than you.

Let's pretend I don't go to bed hard, thinking about you and wake up throbbing, hoping one day your mouth will greet my raging cock when I wake, your sinful lips kissing me good morning.

None of this would have happened if you hadn't worn that fucking bikini; the red, skimpy thing that barely covered your delicious breasts and perky ass. All I did was throw you that white wrap, and you looked at me, pulling your sunglasses to the tip of your nose and pouting those perky lips. You looked like a fucking porn star. It was like you knew what you were doing, what you were doing to me, to my aching cock.

"What's wrong, Daddy?"

And I've been fucking hard as steel ever since, those words echoing inside my head all fucking day. All fucking night.

This was NaNo project and it feels amazing to finally be able to publish it!

My plan is to upload once a week, every Sunday with teasers being published on Facebook every Saturday.

See you next week ;)