Nineteen
Linc
Along with the Bluey items that Stevie had wanted, I had asked for every available Bluey item. There was a plane—which was her favorite, it seemed—an ice cream stand, a kitchen set, cell phone, dolls of all the characters, a beach towel, a chair for her to sit in, and a cash register. While Stevie was ecstatic and I enjoyed the fuck out of watching her, Branwen had a different reaction. She wasn’t pleased. But Stevie was, and that was all I gave a shit about. Maybe giving a kid everything was a bad idea, but fuck it. I’d missed four goddamn years of buying her things.
With the knowledge of who Branwen was, I wanted to study her more. See if there was anything of the girl I remembered there. I’d immediately seen it in Stevie the moment I got off the phone with Garrett. It was like blinders had been ripped off my eyes, and I wondered how the fuck I had missed it. I couldn’t not see the little girl at the stables when I looked at Stevie.
Stevie was making a plate of pretend food and taking it to her mother. I watched them as I took a drink from my glass of whiskey the attendant had brought me.
I hadn’t expected the dentist to handle it as well as he had. I wanted him out of Stevie’s life. No other man was going to act like her father. She had me.
Seeing him put his hands on Branwen and kiss her had pissed me off. It shouldn’t have, and I didn’t like that it had. Stevie was mine, not Branwen. She’d lied to me. Kept my kid from me. I should despise the sight of her. I’d kill a man for less.
If she wasn’t so fucking gorgeous, then it would be easier to hate her. The flashbacks of her tight cunt weren’t helping me either. I wasn’t sure how much of it was real and how much of it was just from the dreams I’d had about her since that night. My subconscious had conjured her up—and still did often. Many times, my head was between her legs, like a crazed man who couldn’t get enough of her taste. She’d either tasted like a candy with a hint of lemon or I’d made that shit up in my head. I had eaten a lot of pussies, and they were either slightly salty, metallic, or perfumy, like they’d sprayed it, which always turned me off, and then some had no taste. None had tasted sweet or lemony. I’d even kept bags of hard lemon candy so I had it to suck on when I woke up from dreaming about licking her cunt for well over a year after fucking her.
Maybe my dreams had been memories. Looking at her could get a dick hard. If she truly fucked and tasted like my dreams said she did, then getting rid of the dentist might be harder than I’d thought it would be. Problem was, when I got rid of him, another one would come along. When I moved her into somewhere else in a year, she’d get a job and meet people, like a man who wanted her.
I tossed back the rest of the amber liquid in my glass. I wanted to punish her for what she’d done to me and to Stevie. Make her pay for it. Have her feel half of what I did when I thought of the years I’d lost with my daughter.
I also wanted to fuck her. Get my mouth on her pussy. See those big pink nipples. Suck on them. Hear her scream while I stretched her and slammed into her tight hole over and over. I might not get owned by a cunt, but I could make one addicted to my dick. I could control her with it. Keep her from bringing another man into my daughter’s life. I didn’t have to like her. I sure as hell would never love her. But that didn’t mean fucking her was off the table. It would fix this dentist shit. Get him to move on without violence being required.
Just thinking about it had my cock throbbing painfully.
“Can I get you another drink, Mr. Shephard?” the attractive brunette asked, bending down in front of me to take my glass, taking her time. She knew her tits were pushed up and right in my direct view.
I didn’t know her name, but she’d been an attendant for us more than once. Luther had bent her over one of the sofas and fucked her on a flight while I watched. Her tits weren’t that big from what I could remember of them bouncing as he pounded into her, but they were nice.
When I lifted my gaze from her cleavage to her eyes, the invitation was clear. She stood up, smiling at me, then walked back to the front of the plane, closing the door behind her. I could sit here with my raging hard dick, thinking about the dirty shit I wanted to do to Branwen, or go let the pretty attendant’s mouth suck me off.
I chose the latter. When I stood up, Stevie was too busy with one of her toys to notice, but Branwen’s eyes met mine. Thinking about how they looked, hooded and needy, only made my erection worse. I headed in the direction the attendant had gone, making sure to lock the door behind me. I knew it was soundproof for the purpose of needing privacy in the main cabin.
The girl turned around, and her eyes flared with want when she saw me. She couldn’t be older than twenty-five, but I didn’t give a shit. She had a mouth, and she was hungry for it.
“Get on your knees,” I told her as I unzipped my jeans, needing to free my cock. I shoved them down, along with my boxers, and all ten inches of my dick stood erect against my hard lower stomach.
“Oh God,” she breathed, kneeling in front of me.
The angry, swollen head was leaking pre-cum, and she ran her fingertip over it, then stuck it in her mouth and moaned like she enjoyed the taste. As nice as her little show was, I wanted to come. I didn’t have time for her to do sexy shit. I was already fucking hard.
I grabbed her dark hair and fisted it in my hand. “Suck it,” I ordered and gave her no other option as I took my dick in my other hand and guided it into her mouth.
Most women I had suck me off were professionals at taking it down their throat. I liked to be balls deep, but it was a lot of cock to take.
“Open your throat and let it all in, or I’ll slam it down,” I warned as the head was encased by a warm, wet hole.
Fuck, that was it. Just what I needed. It continued to go further, and I smirked and glanced down at her. Maybe she was a professional. She wasn’t even gagging yet. I eased up on her hair and groaned.
“Ah, yeah, that’s good.”
She made a sound, and I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the wall behind me. No need to instruct this one. She was clearly used to having a cock in her mouth. I’d have to remember this. Request her more often. A gag came when it was three-fourths of the way in, and I let the image in my mind take over.
It wasn’t the brunette, but a blonde head down there. I could see my cock bulging in her slim throat. Tears running down the sides of her face as I sank fully into her. The nails that clawed down my thighs were red, and jade eyes stared up at me with wet, spiky lashes. God, she was even more gorgeous like this, and I hadn’t thought it was possible for her to get any better.
“Take my dick like a good girl,” I rasped as the pleasure pulsed through me.
Her head began to bob as she ran her tongue along it, gagging every time I went balls deep.
“Ah, baby. That’s it. Suck my cock like a little slut. Such a pretty little thing. You want it, don’t you?” I was lost in my own fantasy. And the scene taking place in my head was going to make me come fast. “You want my cum?” I panted. “I’m gonna give it to you. Shoot my load down your tight throat, just like I did your cunt.”
My balls tightened, and the tingles started. I gripped her hair tighter, keeping my eyes closed. The image in my head was what I wanted to see when I shot off. The mouth I wanted my seed to fill was one I also wanted to punish.
“Yeah, fuck. Fuck, that’s it. Fucking keep gagging. That’s what you deserve,” I ground out through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna make you pay for it.”
More tears fell from her eyes, and she whimpered.
“That’s—GAH. Dammit, yesss.” My body jerked as my dick exploded. “Ah, God, Ringlets, baby, fuck.” I fell back against the wall, letting go of the hair I’d been holding, hating that I had to open my eyes.
When she let my dick pop free of her mouth, I straightened and reached for my boxers and jeans, then pulled them up. The attendant stood, and I knew she’d told us her name when we boarded, but I couldn’t remember it. Not that it mattered. She’d served a purpose, and I’d tip her well for it. Not only had she given me an excellent blow job, but I’d realized exactly what I was going to do about Branwen.
“Do you need me for anything else, sir?” she asked.
I looked down at her as she batted her eyes up at me. “No, that’ll be all.”