Suddenly he pulled away, "If I don't get inside you soon, I'll have you drinking my cum."She smiled up at him, her big eyes were dark and forbidden. H...e pushed her back and his cock pushed at her clit. Slowly he entered her, she gripped his hips with her knees and took him all in. He moved out a little and pressed in more. Here he was, fucking his own daughter. A daughter he had never met before today. She moaned and his fingers ran over her silky skin. He found her slit and parted her lips. His. Brock was still pissed that some of his teammates had started the rumor mill before they’d even left the parking lot on Monday and he didn’t mince words with the ones who been the most active callers.“I don’t give a fuck if you talk about me,” he told one sophomore. “But if you’re going to chat like a little girl at least get the facts straight. I’ve seen you hanging around with Wes at parties. I figure if you weren’t so fat and lazy you’d be playing soccer because you’re such a pussy when it. ’ ‘Seventeen?’ ‘One a year.’ ‘Do you like the seafaring life?’ ‘It’s hard. I get…a lot of stick from the crew. The Captain is a hard man, but he does see that I am not roughed up too much. I wish I could go back to dry land. My sea legs aren’t the best. I’m contracted until I’m twenty one though.’ Kitty gave him a sympathetic look. Four years of this life would be enough to kill a sensitive lad like Tom, she thought. At least she was going to be off this floating crime scene when they next. I will never be anyone’s top priority. And I deserve this torment because I am a whore. Always have been and always will be.I can write all these erotic stories of us and truthfully, I know that’s all they will ever be. Stories. Dreams. There is no future here. That is my cold reality. We can get a hotel and lose ourselves in the clouds for an hour or two. But then we must leave, falling suicidal to the hard ground.Ground rules for being a mistress sometimes include things like remembering not.