Chapter 6
SIX
SEAN
“Fuck,” I grunt out as I pump my cock with my fist. “Fuck me.”
Laying on my bed, jerking off, and daydreaming about when I met Lauren for the millionth time definitely wasn’t on my to-do list for the day, but I know I won’t be able to face either one of them if I’m hung-up and edged.
Even if I’ve masturbated to the thought of her more times than I can count.
1.5 YEARS AGO
After making my way back to my truck, room booked for the morning ahead, I stop short when I see Lauren standing outside of it.
Oh, no. That’s not gonna work.
Making my way to her, I place my hands on my hips as I stare down at her with a raised brow, easily towering over her as I stand at six-three. “Who opened the door for you?”
She looks around the very empty parking lot, confused. “Me?”
“Uh-uh,” I tsk, opening the truck door. “Get in.”
She stares at me, trying to read me.
I give her absolutely nothing.
Sighing tiredly, she climbs back in the black truck. I close the door and count to five before opening it again, smiling. “C’mon, sweetheart.”
She gives me a deadpan stare. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Do I look like I am?”
I’m met with an exaggerated eye roll as she gets out of the truck again. “Thanks, Daddy. I feel babied.”
Fuck.
I’m instantly hard as a rock. New kink, unlocked.
I always tried to steer clear of that one—knowing damn well how bad a Daddy kink could look while having threesomes with my stepson—but it sounds way too fucking good coming from her lips.
Before she can blink, I’m slamming the door shut, picking her up, and wrapping her legs around my waist so we’re eye level, forcing my mouth on hers.
She moans into me as she melts against the truck door behind her, and the sound sends lightning bolts directly to my dick.
I pull away, panting. “Call me that again.”
Her eyes are dazed. “Daddy.”
I need us to get the fuck out of this parking lot before I come in my jeans.
Carrying her around the building, I see the infamous entrance to the glory hole one of Noah’s friends told me about after far too many J?gerbombs. It’s covered in graffiti, and if you didn’t know any better, would probably look like the entrance to an abandoned house.
Testing the knob with Lauren still in my arms, I almost want to shout with joy when it gives in immediately. And as soon as you walk in, you’re there. It’s the size of a janitor’s closet, cut in half with a piece of drywall in the middle to separate sides, and a wide circle cut in the middle.
The logical part of my brain knows this once was a genuine janitor’s closet that had a pipe going through it.
But who gives a shit now?
I turn around, shut the door, and lock it.
Setting Lauren down, I smooth back her hair as I ask one final time. “You want this?”
She nods her head fast, eager.
I stare at her, amazed.
What a fucking woman.
Before I can say anything else, she gets on one side of the drywall and kneels.
I’m more than thankful that her dress covers her knees—only imagining the amount of fluids and grime beneath us—but I push the thought away as I move toward the other side of the wall.
Unbuckling my belt and moving the zipper down on my jeans, I take my cock out and pump it with my fist. I spit down at it, loudly, and I hear a whimper on the other side of the wall.
Taking a deep breath, I stop teasing myself and stick my dick through the wall. “Suck Daddy’s cock, little girl.”
I barely get to finish my sentence. Her mouth wraps around my flesh, sucking and swallowing all seven inches instantly. She wretches as it hits the back of her throat, and my mouth drops open as a gurgled moan leaves me. “Oh, my fuck!”
She moans, sending vibrations up my dick and down my spine, and I instantly wish I had something to hold onto.
There’s hardly any more talking. She continues bobbing her head up and down the length of my cock, and I swear that I’m in fucking Heaven.
Or Hell. The current scenario fits both.
Moans and grunts leave me, and as she reaches one hand through the hole to fondle my balls, I know I’m about to lose my goddamn mind.
“Lauren,” I pant. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna come soon.”
She pulls back, and for the slightest second, I almost feel disappointment. I would have loved to shoot my cum down her throat, but I know that I’m a stranger and that’s a major ris—
The thought flies straight out of my mind when I feel her rub the tip of my cock over her pussy lips. Seconds later, she’s thrusting herself back against the hole, and my dick is fully seated in her wet cunt.
“Holy shit!” I roar.
“Daddy,” she moans. “Oh my God, yes.”
My dick actually twitches inside of her. “Lauren, I can’t. We shouldn’t…”
She ignores me, thrusting back against me again and again.
She’s fucking herself on my dick.
If I am in Heaven, I’m going straight to Hell.
Gritting my teeth, I growl out my next words, giving in. “Are you on birth control? I don’t have a condom.”
She moans before responding, “I can’t get pregnant.”
My jaw ticks. We’re talking about that afterwards because I will be fucking damned if I become a dad at the age of forty-five.
Absolutely not.
For now, though, I just accept what is.
Thrusting my hips into her this time, I pretty much fight the demons keeping my orgasm at bay. “Rub your clit, little girl.”
I can’t see if she is, but instantly, her pussy becomes a Vise-Grip on me. She cries out, “Fuck, I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come, Daddy. Daddy!”
The groan that leaves my lips is almost painful as her orgasm milks mine right out of me. “Laurennnn!”
I breed my little girl for the first time, right here, at a fucking glory hole. My dick pulses inside of her, shooting load after load of cum. By the time I’m finished, shaking and whipped, Lauren laughs.
I pant. “What?”
The laugh is almost hysterical. “How am I supposed to say goodbye to you after that?”
And I’m left thinking the exact same thing.
PRESENT DAY
My fist moves up and down my length erratically as the memory of her pussy milking me hits me.
I tighten my fist, and it’s seconds later before I’m blowing my load all over my stomach, biting my lip to stifle my moans.
My cock jerks and twitches as cum spirts out, covering me, and I swear it’s a hard enough orgasm that some of it hits my fucking beard.
Exhausted, I lay there, staring at the ceiling.
That night after we finished, we rented a hotel room at another place that didn’t look cockroach infested, and instantly fell asleep.
By the time I woke up, she was gone.
No goodbye. No note. Nothing.
Every single fucking time a blonde woman walked in my bar, I thought it was her. I kept getting my hopes up, hoping to at least talk to her one more time. Even if nothing else happened, she intrigued me far before we had sex.
Now I wonder if I was looking for the wrong girl the entire time. How amiss I was to look for just hair color, as if that couldn’t be changed. She was literally in a dress that night. I should’ve looked for the tattoos. Something.
It doesn’t matter now, though. Because she’s in my fucking house.
And as my dick gets hard again at the realization, I come to the conclusion:
I’m not letting her leave again.
Lauren belongs to me and Noah, both.