“Yeah.” Heather tosses in her own challenge.
Rueger takes a breath, licks his bottom lip, then answers. “I’ve never had a relationship. Not a real one, anyway. And Rita and I, well, from the first time we met, we had this uncanny connection. Best friends immediately. Like we’d known each other all our lives. And well, she thinks it’s funny that I’m practically a monk. She also thinks she’s funny. And sometimes, she is.” He clears his throat, and I watch his Adam’s apple shift under the dark scruff of his stubble. “She stuffed that envelope in my suitcase when I told her I was moving to Portland last week. Told me to get the pictures framed so my place didn’t look like a showroom and to try to have some fun for once.”
“But…” I’m running out of excuses. I can feel myself softening. “But…why do you leave all the time?” I don’t fight when his hands leave my knees and come to take mine from where they are locked together in my lap. “And, wait, why are you back now?”
“Ricky called me the minute he saw you leave my place. Then I had him follow you, of course. He’s lived here, keeping an eye on you for me. Until I could finish up a huge transition back in New York. After this trip today, I was going to be done. I’m turning my business over to my partner, 100 percent. Then I’ll be here. With you. I had to make one more trip, just one, like I told you, because it was already scheduled. Lawyers, the board, they were all there. But when Ricky said you left the house, I turned around and came right back. I knew something had to be wrong, because you wouldn’t break the rules otherwise, would you, Babygirl?”
I bite my lip and try to let all that is happening soak in.
But then Rueger gives me that look, and I’m a puddle.
He leans in, his breath on my cheek, then asks so no one else can hear, “You are Daddy’s girl still, aren’t you?”
I kiss his cheek and answer back into his ear. “Yes, Daddy. Always and forever your girl. I’m sorry.”
“Good girl. Daddy loves you so much,” he answers, and my bell
y does a thousand flips. “Now, I’m going to take you home and show you just what that means.”
Epilogue
“Damn.” I throw my head back as my hands tighten on the sides of her head, driving my cock deeper into her throat, feeling the impending explosion tightening my ball sac into my body. “Your mouth belongs in the fucking Smithsonian, princess. You make Daddy so proud.”
I lower my gaze because watching her is equal to or better than the physical sensations of everything her magical mouth bestows upon me. Tears are streaming down her cheeks with the effort. She doesn’t even fight for air, giving that up in order to please me, which is a gift unlike anything I ever could have imagined.
Her gaze fixes on mine, the flickering behind her brown eyes telling me exactly what she’s thinking.
“Love me, Daddy. Approve of me. Tell me I’m a good girl.”
Her throat opens as I intensify my thrusts, driving beyond her tonsils and basking in the way her throat tightens around the head of my dick. She drops one hand from the spit-slick base of my cock, her fingertips leaving a trail of erotic thunder as she lightly traces them down the inside of my leg until they rest for a moment on her knee.
Again, those eyes. Jesus, her eyes talk to me, and I give her the slightest of nods. This will be my undoing; it is every time.
“Good girl.” I moan as her fingers disappear between her legs, her mouth sucking harder and with more devotion that I thought possible.
I watch with the fury of a man on fire as her hand strokes her sex, her mouth moving in time with her own self-giving pleasure, and when I see the far-off look in her eyes, I’m done.
“Come with Daddy, princess. Come with me now.”
That’s all it takes. We both shudder, and my cum sprays out of my dick into her throat with a force that has my hamstrings cramping. My balls twitch and pulse.
I hold on to her head, not just to keep myself rooted deep in her mouth as I go off; it’s to keep me from toppling over onto her from the ecstasy of my release. My entire body shakes, and I grunt and moan, filling the bedroom with my pleasured fury.
Her own muffled sounds of climax vibrate around the head of my cock lodged in her mouth. She takes it all, swallowing desperately, knowing how much I dislike when any of my gift to her drips out from around those pouty, stunning lips.
“You are Daddy’s best girl.” I loosen my grip on her head and slide out a bit to allow her a breath. Her lips spread slightly, and I feel the air move from her desperate inhale over my wet, slick shaft as she draws in life-giving oxygen. “Did you come hard for Daddy?”
She nods as she licks and cleans my cock as she should. After a few moments of her service, I withdraw, reaching down to where her hands raise for me to allow her to stand.
“Yummy Daddy.” She licks her lips and twists back and forth on tiptoes before I draw her into my chest, both of us breathing fast. Our meeting flesh is warm and slightly damp from our effort.
“Yes, Daddy’s cum is only for his princess. And you always need to tell me how thankful you are I allow you to swallow it. How much you enjoy my taste.”
“Yes, Daddy. Thank you,” she whispers into my chest as I stroke her hair. She’s growing it out a bit; the rainbow tips on the ends have turned into long stripes of purple and pink. I wrap one tendril around my finger as we bask in the glow of our moment.
“We won’t be late, will we?” She draws back, looking up at me with wide eyes.
“Do you really think I would allow us to be late?”