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Chapter Eight

Dean

I n my everyday life, I’m a gentleman. A man of values. An Ivy League graduate.

A father who is patient with his children.

A scratch golfer. A connoisseur of scotch.

I’m none of those things right now.

I’m Ruby Lang’s Daddy. There are no boundaries or societal dictates to hold me back.

And as I throw Ruby down in the center of my king-sized bed in her knee-high socks and tiny plaid skirt and her lips curl into a smile beneath the blindfold, even more of my restraints dissolve.

She’s game for anything. She’s loving every fucking second of this.

A hot and horny virgin with a face like an angel.

She’s perfection incarnate.

I don’t watch weird porn or fetishize schoolgirl uniforms on a regular basis.

Not at all. But I have wanted to play this role with Ruby—and Ruby alone—since I can remember.

There is something about the way she looks up at me like I have the answers, like I’m important, like she needs protecting and pampering…

it works me into a lather. I don’t know where this night is headed.

I’m just going to do what comes naturally.

I’m looking down at Ruby’s tits and imagining my come all over them when Cameron walks into the room, observing us for a heavy moment, before taking a seat in the corner, by the window.

It wasn’t lost on me that he climaxed while Ruby was giving me head.

Now he’s going to be a one-man audience while I take her virginity?

“Try and keep the applause to a minimum,” I say.

Cameron shoves five fingers through his hair, looking a little rattled. “Shut up.”

Something I don’t expect tugs in my chest. Something like regret.

I used to do everything with this guy. We got our driver’s licenses together.

Helped each other through tough times, like Cameron losing his grandparents or me tearing up my knee and requiring surgery, right in the middle of football season.

We were always each other’s biggest supporters and…

I guess it’s kind of bothering me that he’s a mystery now. Just a little.

“Do you…like to watch?” I ask Cameron, while running my fingertips down the valley of Ruby’s tits, down to her navel, slipping my index finger beneath the waistband of her skirt and teasing her tummy side to side.

Cameron looks at me beneath hooded brows, as if trying to determine whether I’m seriously asking or just want to ridicule him. “I…” He swallows. “Not normally.”

“You like watching us .”

His chest rises and falls. “Yeah. It’s complicated.”

“Explain it to us, Cameron,” murmurs Ruby—and just the sweet sound of her voice makes my balls squeeze. Goddamn.

“I liked what he was saying to you in the living room,” Cameron says slowly. “And I like Ruby telling me what you to do together. How you touch her.”

“You’re like a…what?” I say, puzzling it together. “A voyeur?”

“Something like that. But it’s only with…”

“Us,” Ruby finishes.

There’s a memory that is never far from my consciousness and it drifts to the forefront now.

Arriving at Cameron’s off-campus house that fated afternoon of senior year and finding Ruby there, drunk, sandwiched between Cameron and his father, barely dressed.

I’d never seen her like that. She was never a drinker.

So how did she get like that? And how dare Cameron touch her or allow his father to touch her, in that state.

I didn’t wait for explanations. I simply got her out of there.

Took her home and tucked her into bed. The fabric of mine and Cameron’s friendship had already begun to tear, due to our rivalry over Ruby, but that afternoon was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Why I fully stopped speaking to Cameron.

I’m not sure how that long-ago afternoon relates to now. Does it?

It’s hard to think too clearly when Ruby is stretching out in front of me like a happy kitten in her cock tease skirt and my dick is the consistency of concrete, though. So I put the curiosity away for another time and focus on the girl who got away.

She’s not getting away tonight.

“Ruby…” I drawl, my voice taking on a fatherly quality without any premeditation. “You’re in the wrong bed. Your room is down the hall. This is Daddy’s room.”

“It is? Oh, my goodness,” she gasps, no hesitation. Slipping right into the role she’s been playing in my head for years. Has she been playing it in hers, too? “I couldn’t see with the blindfold and I must have picked the wrong door.”

“That’s okay.” I tickle her ribs gently, making her squirm and laugh breathlessly. “Easy mistake. But…”

“But what?”

“Well. This is a very short skirt. And I can’t help but notice you’re not wearing panties beneath it.” I frame her hips in my hands, pressing my thumbs into her hip abductors. “Are you sure you ended up in here by mistake?”

Her tongue emerges to wet her lips. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” I flip up the hem of her skirt, revealing the entirety of her smooth, golden mound and a hot shudder wracks my frame.

“Maybe you wanted me to see this little temptation between your thighs. Maybe it’s been getting wet lately and you’re not sure what to do about that, so you came to Daddy, because he always has the answers. ”

Her flushed cheeks tell me I’m correct. “Am I in trouble?” she whispers.

“I’m the one in trouble, little girl,” I rasp, easing her thighs apart. “There’s no going back, now that I’ve seen this pretty thing, sealed up so tight.”

Across the room, Cameron makes a hoarse sound and starts to stroke off.

Maybe another guy would find that off-putting or strange, but fuck me, I like it.

I like the encouragement that this is as hot as my body tells me it is.

That I’m fulfilling the purpose of the title she calls me—and doing it well.

I’m well versed at being on the field with an audience cheering for me. Same thing, kind of, right?

“I’m going use my tongue in your pussy now,” I say, my voice a baritone scrape I’ve never heard before. “Keep the blindfold on. I’m not ready for you to see how much I’m going to enjoy licking it.”

“Okay,” she whispers, her tits heaving up and down. “B-but are you s-sure you should?”

“I’m sure not even the law could stop me,” I breathe, down on my chest now, kissing her slit and watching the blessed moisture seep out, gathering every ounce of it with the flat of my tongue.

Listening to her surprised intake of breath, the tremble of her thighs.

“Drop them wide for me.” Her knees open slowly, like an accordion, the movement parting her flesh naturally and giving me access to all the untapped pink I can stand.

“There’s my little leg spreader,” I croon, taking my first thorough lick, trying to explore every sugary inch in one taste. “Goddamn, that’s a sweet girl.”

“Am I doing it right?” she whimpers, tilting her hips up for the next lick.

“You can’t make any mistakes with Daddy, as long as you keep your thighs spread and do what you’re told. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” she says, nodding. “I can do that.”

“Know what else you can do?” I use my thumb to fondle her clit, my tongue testing her entrance and barely fitting. “You can take away all my stress when we’re alone in the house. Just by coming in here and spending time together.”

“I’d like that. I like spending time with you.”

“Good.” I settle my mouth on top of her clit and worry the very tip of my tongue up and down, side to side, distracting her while I pump my middle finger into her entrance, feeling those untried muscles spasm around me, trying to reject the invasion.

“Soon enough, you’ll have me wrapped around your little finger.

I’ll be paying for alone time with jewelry, new clothes.

A car. Keep me spoiled and I’ll spoil you back, baby. ”

“Oh-ohhh. Okay.” Her hips are twisting now, and fuck me, her cunt is drenched. Gets increasingly so with every rough lap of my tongue, every targeted twist of my finger inside of her. “That feels so…so…I don’t know!”

“This is what good feels like.” There is no description for how hard I am right now.

I’m so hard, I’m humping the goddamn mattress, my tongue tangled in her slippery pussy, my heart slamming up against my ribcage.

And yet, somehow, I’ve never been more in control in my life. “Good means giving your come to Daddy.”

“Is that what’s happening?” she sobs, bucking her hips toward my mouth.

I growl a yes against her flesh. “This is what you’re built for. Let it happen.”

Recognizing she’s on the verge of an orgasm, I cram a second finger through her entrance, jiggling roughly, knowing this is my only chance to stretch her enough to accept my cock at its largest. Then I use my tongue on her clit, tickling and teasing and finally rubbing it for all I’m worth, pulsations traveling from her core down the length of my tongue, straight to my chest like an arrow. Humbling me, arousing me, wrecking me.

She pops like a cherry, crying out, her thighs shaking around my face, her cunt beautifully clenched around my fingers, her torso twisting as she floods my lips and chin.

I revel in that proof of her pleasure, rolling my face around in it and panting, wanting to beat my fucking chest. But there’s no time.

I’m a good minute from busting and it’s the fault of her tight little pussy.

I’m compelled to fill it hard and punish it for being so soft.

I lift my head, swiping a forearm across my mouth to clear away her juices, prowling up her body and ripping away the blindfold.

“Look me in the eye while I take ownership.”

She nods, still gulping air, blue eyes glazed over. “Yes, sir,” she whispers.

Oh, I fucking love that. So much I almost blast off before I’m inside of her.