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ALL YOURS, DADDY 485. Riding his dick
We did it like that. Me on top. Him sitting. The frame tapping the wall in a rhythm I could not hide. I rode him until my thighs burned and the wet sound of it filled the little room. He held my ass and let me set it and then he stopped letting me and fucked up into me hard enough that I had to bite his shoulder to stay quiet.I came with my forehead on his and my hand fisted in his shirt. He did not come. He lifted me off, turned me onto my hands and knees on the narrow bed, and pushed back in from behind. The new angle punched the air out of me. One of my hands slipped off the edge. He hauled me back by the hip and kept going, deep, the head of him hitting the place that made my vision go thin.A key scraped in the lock.We froze.Dana’s key. Dana who was supposed to be at a wedding.The lock stuck the way it always stuck. She swore on the other side of the door. Grant was buried in me. I could feel his pulse. I could feel mine. The key tried again.“Closet,” I whispered.He pulled
ALL YOURS, DADDY 484. Two fingers in my pussy
ClaireI went back to school on Sunday night like a person who had a life.Helen hugged me in the driveway. Grant carried my bag to the car and did not touch me. His hand on the trunk was steady. Mine was not. I drove four hours with the mark on my breast still dark under my shirt and his come washed off and still somehow not gone.Monday was classes. Tuesday was a lab I did not hear. Wednesday my roommate, Dana, left for her sister’s wedding and taped a note to the fridge that said *don’t burn the place down, back Sunday.*I texted the office line from a number he would not have saved.*Dana’s gone. 4C. If you don’t come I will book another dead woman.*He did not answer.At 9:40 that night someone knocked once.I opened the door in a tank top and sleep shorts and Grant was standing in my hallway with his coat still on and rain in his hair and the look of a man who had driven past three exits trying not to take the fourth.“This is a bad idea,” he said.“Come in.”He came in.My apar
ALL YOURS, DADDY 483. Cumming inside me
“Claire—”“Stay.”He tried to lift me. I would not let him. I clenched down and said it again, stay, and he broke.He came inside me with a sound he put into my mouth.Hot. Deep. Pulse after pulse. I kept him there until it was done. Until I could feel it start to leak around him. Until the room was only our breathing and the click of the cooling vent.We sat like that on their bed.His heartbeat against mine. His come sliding out of me onto her sheet.He looked at the wet spot like it might speak.“That was stupid,” he said.“I bought the plan on Thursday.”He closed his eyes. His hands were still on my back. He did not take them off.I lifted off him slow. I felt the empty. I felt the run of it down my thigh. I stood up because if I stayed on that bed I was going to ask for something I did not have language for.He followed me.Not to my room. To their bathroom.White tile. Two sinks. Her products lined up like little soldiers. He turned the shower on. We got in because we were a me
ALL YOURS, DADDY 482.
Helen left for her sister’s at six on Friday with a tote bag and a kiss on Grant’s mouth that landed on the same mouth I had come on two days ago.“Be good,” she told me.I said I would.The door shut. The garage went down. The house became a held breath.Grant stood in the hall with his keys still in his hand like he might follow her.“You should go back to school,” he said.“You should not have locked the office door.”He dropped the keys in the bowl. The sound was small and final.We did not go to the kitchen. We did not go to my room. I walked up the stairs and past my door and stopped at theirs.Helen’s perfume lived in that carpet. A framed picture on the dresser. The two of them on a dock. His wedding band in the photo matched the one on his hand.I looked at him.“If you say last time again I am going to scream.”He came in and shut the door. He locked this one. I heard it in my teeth.I sat on their bed.The mattress gave the way an expensive mattress gives. I put my palm on
ALL YOURS, DADDY 481. I'm gonna cum
The stretch made my mouth open on nothing. He went slow because the desk was high and because he was thick and because he was still trying to be a man who could stop. He did not stop. He sank all the way in until his hips met me and we both held still and listened to the building like it might save us.It did not.He started to move.The desk did not creak. That was the worst part. It was solid. Professional. He fucked me on it in long deep strokes and the only sounds were skin and my breathing and the clock. I wrapped my legs around him. He held my hip with one hand and covered my mouth with the other when I got too loud. I licked his palm. His rhythm broke.He pulled out, hauled me off the desk, turned me, and bent me over his own chair. My hands on the leather she still sat in an hour ago. That thought went through me like heat. He pushed back inside and I had to bite my own wrist.“Don’t say her name,” he said, wrecked, against my back.I had not been going to. I said his.He reac
ALL YOURS, DADDY 480. Opened my legs for him...
ClaireHelen’s session was at one.Mine was at two.I sat in the lobby with a magazine I did not read and listened to my mother’s voice come through the door like a bruise. Not the words. The tone. The one she used when she was trying to be brave about her marriage. I pressed my knees together and hated myself and stayed.Grant knew I was out here. His next slot still had a fake name on it. I had watched him see me when he came to get Helen. His face did not change. His hand on the door did.At 1:50 the door opened.Helen’s eyes were red and then they found me.“Claire? What are you doing here?”“Paperwork for school,” I said. “Advising. This building. I thought I’d ride home with you.”She bought it. She touched my hair. She smelled like tissues.“Ride with me now. I’m done.”“I have to wait. Ten minutes. Go ahead. I’ll call a car.”She looked at the door. At him. He was standing there with his pad like a decent man.“Don’t keep her late,” Helen told him, light, wifely. “She’s been t
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