Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 41635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
I let her ride me, pushing back. I can see a bead of sweat on her skin and I spank her again, nice and hard. I’m going to leave handprints on her perfectly pearly skin, and the thought makes me smile.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy,” she groans. “Come on, fuck me.”
I grab her hair, grinning bigger. I rip into her, fucking her rough. I reach around to rub her clit as I slam deeper and deeper into her tight pussy. I should’ve realized she loved it rough.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” she whines. “Oh, fucking faster, Daddy. Please, I need it.”
“You need it?” I whisper, fucking her deep and rough. “Beg me.”
“Let me come, please, Daddy,” she groans. “Oh, god, please. I’m begging you. I need to come so fucking badly.”
I fuck her harder, faster. I thrust into her over and over, rubbing her clit, falling into a rhythm that makes her moans get louder.
I use my free hand to cover her mouth as she comes. She grips the bed hard and bears down on my cock, and I can feel her whole body tightening, contracting. She rolls with the orgasm, letting it move through her.
It’s so fucking sexy. I can barely control myself. I keep going, thrusting into her, unrelenting. I’m not going to show her any fucking mercy. I’m her Daddy, she needs to learn to respect what I want.
I come deep inside her pussy as she’s finishing. It makes her groan, head rolling back. I put my hand around her throat as I fill her tight pussy with my cum, thrusting again and again, losing myself completely.
We finish together, panting, sweating. I slide myself out and kiss her as she turns to face me.
“Fuck,” she whispers, grinning ear to ear. “I didn’t expect that.”
“I did,” I say.
She shakes her head and puts her cheek against my check. I hold her tight, wondering briefly if anyone heard us.
I’m not sure I give a shit.
“Listen,” I say. “Give me your number.”
“Yeah?”
“I want to see you outside of this place.”
She looks up at me. “Are you sure, Daddy?”
I grin. “I’m sure.”
“I didn’t think you left the hospital.”
“Believe it or not, I have a life outside here.”
“I don’t believe it at all.”
I laugh and kiss her, not sure what to do with this girl, my little gem.
9
Ruby
As it turns out, he wasn’t lying about having a life outside of the hospital.
“It’s weird seeing you without your doctor jacket,” I say to him.
“It’s called a lab coat,” he says. “And it’s weird seeing you without a scowl.”
I grin at him, get on my tiptoes, and kiss him. “Same to you.”
He smirks and squeezes me hand. We walk through the park, heading down the path toward a stage set up in the open air. It’s not very crowded, but more and more people are filing in.
We grab a bench toward the back and I snuggle close against him. It’s a beautiful fall afternoon in Philadelphia, getting slightly chilly, but not cold yet. Perfect weather. I look forward to it every year.
Aiden picked me up in a black BMW and we parked not too far from here. We talked about my job the whole way over, and he seemed genuinely interested in what it’s like to work in an ad agency. It wasn’t my first pick, of course, but there aren’t many choices when you’re mostly only good at drawing and nothing else.
“So what did you drag me out here for?” I ask him.
“It’s a concert,” he says.
“I can see what.” Some musicians are setting up on stage, a keyboard, a bassist, a drummer, and a saxophone. “What are they playing?”
“Jazz,” he says. “Well, jazz covers of Slide songs.”
I perk up. “Slide? I love that band.”
“Me too,” he says, grinning. “Good choice.”
“I’m not a huge jazz person, though.”
“Nobody is until they try to be. Takes a little to understand it, but when you do…”
I shrug against him. “I’m not an acquired tastes kind of girl.”
“You like immediate gratification.”
“Instant,” I correct.
He shrugs. “Sure. You need it right away, is the point.”
“I guess so. I’ve always been like that.”
“Were you parents divorced?”
I bite my lip. “How’d you know?”
“Just something I’ve noticed. You millennials…” He trails off at the look I’m giving him. “What?”
“Don’t start with the millennial bullshit. I’m so tired of you old people bashing my generation.”
“Why?” he asks, laughing.
“We didn’t fuck this world up, you know? Your generation did. The damn baby boomers let the world go to shit, and now we have to clean up after your mess.”
“That’s true,” he admits.
“Life is way harder for us whether you old people want to admit it or not. And it’s mostly your fault.”
He sighs. “I’m not that old.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Seriously. I’m Gen X.”
“Really?”
“Really. Flannel shirts, Nirvana. All that stuff.”
“And now jazz in the park.”
He grins. “Yep. Even you’ll get older one day, little gem.”