Placing my hands on the back of the vacant chair behind her, I watch as the dealer’s eyes go big before he stumbles over my name. I don’t play on the casino floor like I used to. I’d spend hours on the casino floor when I was younger, wanting my hands in everything, but I’ve learned to delegate now. It also doesn’t hold the same appeal anymore. It all started to taste the same. The excitement was gone. Empty. I had no one to share it with.
“Look at you. Making the poor man stumble right over his words. Normally that’s the effect I have on men.” Her southern twang rolls over me. I’ve heard it before, but being this close to her while hearing it is more intoxicating than I thought it would be. I wonder what it would sound like filled with desire. The things I could get her to moan and say for me…
I look down at her, forgetting about the dealer’s greeting. She does that to me a lot. Makes me forget about everything and everyone. She has a half smirk on her face, revealing the slightest trace of a dimple in her creamy porcelain skin. I have the urge to reach out and run my finger across it to see if she’s as soft as she looks. But I have the feeling she doesn’t like to be touched unless she invites it, and if there’s one thing I know about her, it’s that she’d be the first to let me know if she wanted me to touch her.
“Cat got your tongue?” she says, raising one of her perfect eyebrows and reminding me I’ve yet to say a word. I’m lost in my thoughts of her once again. Her smile grows even bigger, and I can see she likes that she thinks she’s got the best of me. Maybe she has, but I don’t care.
“Doesn’t seem to be the only thing that’s gotten me.” She has this wholesome look to her in her sundress with a little jacket on. One might think my blunt comment would make her blush, but I know it won’t.
“You like what you see?” She turns in her chair and looks up at me, never breaking eye contact.
“Like isn’t the word I’d use to describe what I see.” I lean in just a little, still not making a move to touch her but wanting to be closer to her. I have a strong need to know what she smells like. I’d bet my casinos it would be sweet.
“Hmm.” She runs her eyes up and down my body. “You’re not so bad yourself. If you’re into the whole daddy thing.”
A bark of laughter shoots from me, making her smile even larger. Her perfect white teeth are on full display, and her dimple deepens. Most women try to be all sweet and sexy; she went straight for my balls. Hitting the nail on the fucking head. I’m old enough to be her father. It was the reason I’d tried to stay away from her from the beginning. I didn’t have a daddy kink, but she could call me anything she fucking wanted if it made her mine.
“I’d prefer if you call me Antonio.” Even more so when I get my tongue inside your sweet little cunt. “But if you want to call me daddy, by all means go ahead.”
I move one of my hands off the chair next to her and place it on the back of hers, caging her in a little. Her long blonde curls brush against my knuckle, and I can’t stop myself from wrapping my finger around one of them lightly, unbeknownst to her.
“I’m Peaches,” she says, reaching out and placing one of her hands on the inside of my suit, running her hand up and down my chest. Her fingers wrap around my tie, and she licks her lips. “And I’m hungry. You can take me to that fancy steakhouse you’ve got. I could use a nice piece of meat.”
“Hold her chips for her at the cage, Mr. Roberts,” I say to the dealer, my eyes still trained on her. “After you, Sweet Cream.” I make no move to step back, still crowding her.
She slides from the chair, her body rubbing against mine. Her eyebrows rise when she comes into contact with my painfully hard cock. It’s been that way since she strolled her sweet round ass into my life.
No amount of cold showers or taking myself in hand lessens the need. I’m not sure anything would. I don’t even think getting her beneath me will do it, no matter how many times I take her. I’d even thought if I made her mine and got my ring on her finger, that could cool my lust, but that thought only made me harder. Thinking of her in nothing but the ring I put on her, laid out in a bed that smelled of sex and her every night… Fuck. I’ve come to the realization this will probably just be my natural state for the rest of my life. I’ll just make sure it’ll be a sweet kind of pain. One I can try and sate with her.
“Was it that daddy comment that got you all worked up?” she teases, pushing into me a little more. I hadn’t noticed how much shorter she was, even in her ridiculous high heels.
“You could recite the pledge of allegiance and it would make me hard. It’s you.”
For the first time, I get a reaction out of her. I hear a little catch in her breath.
“Well don’t just stand there. I got these curves for a reason. Are you going to feed them?”