A/N: So I know I said 5 reviews for the next chapter.. lol it's NOT about reviews for me.. just wanted to see if it worked doing that.. it doesn't.
BigTimeBitch- dude fuck off. I didn't block you it was my mum!
Zaya1011 - Why thanks! And Here you go, I feel bad for the girls too! Thanks for reviewing.
Still don't own them... *sigh*... If only... Oh and thi is a conversation between me and BigTimeBitch earlier.. I found it funny.
Her: Mmmm James topless in skinny jeans and a cowboy hat
Me: ...oooofffttttt.
Her: My fantasy of the night
Me: kendal.. just naked would be fine thanks.
Her: On a rose covered bed
Me: ... or the floor... or a tumble drier.. theres no need to be picky.
Hahahaa, we're cool. So who, where and when?
;)
- Sarah x
I arrived home late that night, I was tired, on edge and hungry. I flick the light on in the kitchen on my stately mansion home in the upper-class side of New York, I moved her with my wife Julie when she turned sixteen, she came here for college so I couldn't leave her, besides that she needed a place to live and I had the money to get her stuff.
"Holly fuck." I huff out, clutching my chest as my six year old daughter Megan stands in front of me, glass of water in her hand.
"Hey papa." She beams, reaching out to me, I pick her up in my arms, kissing her forehead tenderly.
"Why are you awake baby girl?" I ask, sitting her down on the black island whilst I grab a banana, I break half of it off and give it to Megan. Her robin hair is sticking up in all direction, her small brown eyes have sleep in the corner of them, She's a spitting image of Julie in the morning.
"I was thirsty, and I wanted to see you." Megan places the banana in her mouth and chews. "Papa can you tuck me in?" She asks sweetly, stretching up towards me, I nod and pick her back up, I switch the lights of as I carry her up stairs, her bedroom walls and windows have bullet proof glass on them, you never know what's going to happen when your me, a lot of people hate me. Megan's room in baby pink and white, I place her down on her baby pink, four poster canopy bed. I tuck her in tightly before kissing her on the head gently. "Papa tell me a story!" She demands making me chuckle.
"Which one?" I ask, sitting on the edge of her bed, it's her 'grown up' bed, well that's what she likes to call it. It's actually a three quarter bed, so the next bed she gets will be a child bed, then maybe a double when she hits her teens, and a king size when she's a little older, baby steps.
"The one about the man and the wrong girl!" She says, snuggling into my side as I wrap my right arm around her small frame. "You smell Papa." She giggles, scrunching up her nose, I pull a fake hurt face and pull away from her embrace but she groans and pulls me back. "No! bad papa!" Megan says crossly, I chuckle, shaking my head.
"You will have to be a lawyer."
"What's a lawyer?" Megan asks, raising her Latino eyebrows, she gets that from Julie or Julia as her Mom likes to call her, she prefers Julie from me, she says it keeps her from missing home too much. She had just moved form Mexico when we met, she didn't speak much English back then.
"Never mind sweet heart, you lie down so I can tell you this story." Megan nods, snuggling back down as I begin.
"Once upon a time there was a prince, he was the most handsome prince in all the land and all the girls wanted to marry him but they couldn't, he already had a girlfriend who he would be marrying that day. She was beautiful, she had long flowing blonde hair and big dreamy blue eyes."
"Oo, oo now tell me about the jealous girl!" Megan jumps up and down, squealing with excitement.
"Meg! How do you expect to fall asleep if your jumping around?" I chuckle, pushing her back on the bed slightly.
"Sorry papa." Megan apologizes, lying back down. "Continue." She snaps, making me giggle.
"But there was a jealous girl, her twin sister to be in fact, she loved the prince with all her heart but she couldn't have him because her sister was to be wed to him within the hour. When they arrived at the church the whole city had come to greet the happy couple. When the preacher asked is anyone objected to there marriage the girls sister stood up, with the whole city staring at her! She said "Oh Prince, I love you don't leave me!" The prince took her hand and they ran away, living happily ever after." I whisper the last three words seeing that my young daughter had fallen asleep. My mother had told me that story when I was a kid, her mother had done the same with her, it's been in the family for century's. "I love you princess." I whisper, kissing her foreheads before tip toeing out of her now dark bedroom.
I groan as I check my watch, 2:45am. God, this will be hard to explain especially if she asks questions. I take of my tie and suit jacket, plonking them down on the bathroom chair, whipping of my pant and boxer, fuck my dick has blood on it. I groan, remembering Emma tonight. God she was tight.
I smirk as I rub my dick, tightly just the way I like it. I role my head back, letting the water splash on my face, quickly I lather my hand in soap, sliding my finger up and down my shaft slowly, letting the sexual pressure build up in its own pace. I rub the tip, letting myself moan out loudly, no ones awake and I'm in the private bathroom and not the on suit connecting mine and Julies bedroom.
"Fuck!" I groan out, moving my hand up and down quicker. I bring my other hand down the my ball sack, rubbing them gently, that pushes me over the edge, my body shakes a little as a moan escapes my parted lips. The spunk hit's the shower wall, I wipe it away quickly, I wash of my body and wash my hair before stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my body, I grab some boxers from the chest of drawers in my closet and put my already worn clothes in the hamper before sliding them on and putting the towel in the hamper. I hurry down the chilly hall way and quickly make my way into my bedroom, it's manly browns, a medieval theme, Julie adored it so I had to put it in. you have to step on a box to get in the bed, and no I'm no the tallest guy in the world but I'm not shortest either. I look over to Julie as I walk towards the big bed, her natural black hair falls around her head in dismay, covering her eyes. Her plump red lips look so kissable, I peck them lightly and she stirs, rolling towards me.
"Jacking of in the bathroom? You're twenty five Kendall." She giggles, biting her lip as she roles on too of me, she straddles me, putting her hands on my shoulders. Her big brown eyes gaze into mine as she raises a perfectly plucked black eye brow.
"I thought you where asleep." She shakes her head no, flipping all her hair on to her left side so that I can see her neck, I groan out in response.
"Well, well, well, someone's gagging for it huh?" Julie winks, I nod, biting down on my lip as she runs her freshly manicured nails along my shaft, I grunt and puck upwards, she giggles as she roles of me. "Sorry but I'm tired." She says, resting her head on the pillow. I role over Julie and rest my elbows either side of her tiny waste, propping myself up.
"Is that so?" I hiss, she nods, biting her lip innocently. "You can sleep tomorrow." I snap pressing my lips forcefully down on hers.