CHAPTER 6: DADDY’S GOOD GIRL (II)

XAVIER POV

I hum against her skin, the vibration making her tremble, then release her with a wet pop only to kiss the valley between her breasts, dragging my tongue up the underside of one, then the other, messy and unhurried.

I need more of her.

I ease her back onto the sectional until she’s lying flat, dress rucked up around her hips. I hook my fingers into her panties and drag them down her legs, tossing them aside. She’s glistening already, swollen and slick, and the sight makes my cock throb painfully against my zipper.

I settle between her thighs, spreading her wide with gentle but firm hands. “Look at you, princess… so fucking wet for me.”

Then I dive in.

My tongue flattens against her clit first—long, slow licks from her entrance up to the sensitive bud. She cries out, hips jerking. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck gently while two fingers slide inside her, curling deep, stroking that spot that makes her thighs shake around my head. She’s so wet I can hear it—filthy, slick sounds every time I pump my fingers and flick my tongue.

I eat her like a man starved, alternating between sucking her clit and fucking her with my tongue, then back to my fingers, stretching her, curling, rubbing until her whole body tightens.

She comes hard, thighs clamping around my ears, back arching off the cushions, my name torn from her throat in a broken moan. I don’t stop—keep licking her through it, softer now, until she’s whimpering and tugging at my hair, oversensitive and desperate.

I rise up, lips shiny with her cum, kissing my way back up her body,

When I reach her mouth, I don’t ask—I just feed her my tongue, letting her taste how sweet she is, how filthy I just got for her.

She moans into the kiss, greedy, hands already clawing at my belt like she can’t wait another second.

“Look at you,” I murmured against her lips while her hands are already fumbling with my belt. “So desperate for cock after that little boy left you high and dry. Bet he never made you cum like that, did he, princess?”

She shakes her head, eyes glassy. “Never. Not even close.”

“Good.” I shove my pants and briefs down in one rough motion. My dick springs out, thick and leaking, veins pulsing. “Because I’m about to ruin you for anyone else.”

She wraps her fingers around me first, stroking slow and tight, thumb swirling over the head, spreading the precum. Then she looks up at me with those glassy hazel eyes and whispers, “I want it in my mouth.” I nearly lost it right there.

She slides down, pushing me back until I’m sitting, legs spread. She kneels between them, small hand still working me, then leans in and takes me into her mouth—slow at first, lips stretching around the head, tongue swirling. Then deeper. Deeper. Until I hit the back of her throat and she gags just a little, eyes watering, but she doesn’t pull off. She takes more, hollowing her cheeks, sucking hard while her hand strokes what she can’t fit.

“Fuck, baby… just like that… good girl…”

She moans around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine. I thread my fingers through her hair—not forcing, just holding—while she bobs, sloppy and eager, spit dripping down my shaft. I’m so close already, balls tight, but I want more of her first.

I pull her off gently, kissing her messy mouth, tasting myself on her tongue.

“Turn around for me, princess. On your knees.”

She does, presenting herself beautifully—ass up, back arched, pussy still dripping from her orgasm. I spread her cheeks with both hands, watching how her hole flutters, dripping down her thighs.

“Fuck, look at this pretty cunt,” I mutter, rubbing the head of my cock through her folds, teasing her clit until she whines. “So wet for a man you just met. That little boy ever made you this soaked?”

“No,” she whimpers, pushing back. “Please—just fuck me.”

I line up and sink in slow—one long, deep stroke until my hips meets her ass and she’s stuffed full.

We both groan like we’re dying.

I fuck her from behind with long, measured thrusts—deep, grinding, letting her feel every inch. My hands grip her hips, thumbs spreading her cheeks so I can watch myself disappear inside her. She pushes back to meet me, needy little whimpers spilling out every time I bottom out.

“Harder,” she begs. “Please… I need it.”

I give it to her—faster, rougher, skin slapping against skin, my balls smacking her clit with every thrust. She’s loud now, shameless, chanting my name like a prayer.

I pull out suddenly, flip her onto her back. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly. I slide back in, deeper this time, missionary so I can watch her face—watch the way her eyes roll back when I hit that spot repeatedly.

I kiss her while I fuck her, slow and filthy, tongues tangling, swallowing her moans. My hand slips between us, thumb circling her clit in tight little strokes.

“Come for me again, princess. Come all over my cock.”

She does—shattering, nails digging into my shoulders, pussy pulsing so hard it nearly drags me over the edge with her.

I pull out, breathing ragged.

“Ride me,” I rasp. “Want to see you take it.”

I lie back. She straddles me, positions herself, then sinks down inch by inch until she’s seated fully, both of us groaning at how deep I am.

She starts slow—rolling her hips, grinding, then lifts and drops, riding me harder, tits bouncing, hands braced on my chest. I grip her ass, helping her move, thrusting up to meet her every time she comes down.

She leans forward, tits in my face, kissing me sloppy and desperate while she fucks herself on my cock. I suck one nipple hard, pinching the other, then slide my hand between us to rub her clit again—fast, relentless.

I slide one hand up to cup her breast, pinch her nipple, the other finding her clit, rubbing fast little circles.

“Come one more time for me, baby. Milk me dry.”

Her rhythm stutters. “I’m—oh God—I’m gonna—”

She breaks—head thrown back, crying out as she comes hard, walls clamping down like a vice. It’s too much.

I thrust up once, twice, then bury myself deep and let go—coming hard inside her, pulse after pulse, filling her while she trembles and whimpers through the aftershocks.

She collapses onto my chest, both of us slick with sweat, breathing like we’ve run a marathon.

I wrap my arms around her, kissing her temple, her cheek, her mouth—soft now, sweet.

After a minute, when our breathing has steadied just enough, I tilt my head so I can see her face.

“Did you enjoy that, kitten?” I ask quietly, thumb brushing along her jaw. “Every second of it?”

She lifts her head just enough to meet my eyes, cheeks still flushed, lips swollen and curved in a lazy, satisfied smile.

“Every bit,” she whispers. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

I can’t help the slow, pleased smile that spreads across my face.

“Good girl.”

I shift us slightly so she’s tucked more securely against me, one hand cradling the back of her head.

“Looks like you’re already tipsy from the alcohol… you need some sleep, kitten.”

She hums in agreement, eyelids heavy, nuzzling deeper into the crook of my neck like she’s exactly where she belongs.

I press a long, lingering kiss to her forehead.

“Rest now. I’ve got you.”

She smiles, sleepy and sated, nuzzling into my neck.

“I think… I’d like that.”

VERONICA POV

Fuck. What the hell was I thinking?

I wake up sticky and sore, the kind of ache that settles deep between my legs and in my lower back. His cum is still inside me, leaking out slowly, and it makes my thighs feel gross when I shift.

The thought hits hard: no condom. Not even a mention of one. I should have stopped him, should have said something, but I was already so horny.

The stranger’s arm is draped over my waist, warm and heavy even in sleep. I freeze, listening to his steady breathing, then carefully lift his arm, inch by inch, until I can slip out from under it.

I sit on the edge of the chair, heart thudding too loud. My eyes drift over him—broad shoulders, dark hair messy against the pillow—and land on his chest.

“Oh my God, why did I do this?” I whisper, the words slipping out louder than I mean.

He shifts on the chair, arm reaching across the empty space where I was. I hold my breath, body rigid, waiting. After a few seconds, his breathing evens out again. Still asleep.

I grab my clothes from the floor—panties tangled, bra hanging off the lamp—and dress in hurried, clumsy movements, fingers fumbling with the zip of my dress.

I’m halfway to the door when my eyes snag on his jacket slung over the chair. The thick wad of cash is right there—crisp hundreds banded tight, poking out of the inside pocket. My stomach drops.

I crouch slowly, my knees shaking, and reach toward the jacket. My fingers hover over the bundle. I can almost feel its weight. Heavy enough to cover Dad’s entire surgery bill in one go.

Dad’s face flashes in my mind—eyes closed in that hospital bed.

My hand closes around it. I pull the bundle out, heart pounding. This could save Dad. Right now.

I tuck it into my bra, deep against my skin, and adjust my shirt.

But then I freeze.

No.

I can’t.

This is so wrong.

Mom’s voice cuts through my head, calm and clear: We don’t take what isn’t ours, no matter how bad the situation.

My fingers tremble as I pull the money back out and set it on the coffee table—right in the middle, where he’ll see it when he wakes.

I stand up fast, grab my phone, and walk to the door without looking back.

One step. Two.

The door clicks shut behind me softer than I expect. Barefoot, heels swinging from my left hand, I hurry down the hallway.

The elevator doors close and the mirrored walls throw my reflection back at me: mascara smudged, hair wrecked, lips still swollen from last night.

I lean my forehead against the cool metal and close my eyes.

I think it’s high time I get a job.

The elevator dings softly. When the doors open, I run straight into the stranger’s bodyguard from last night.

“Hey—slow down,” he says, catching my arm lightly. His grip is gentle but firm. “What’s the rush?”

“I… I have a flight,” I lie. My voice comes out too high, almost cracking.

He tilts his head, studying me a second longer. Then, quietly:

“Does the boss know you left?”

My stomach drops. I feel heat rush to my face.

I shake my head quickly, trying to look casual. “No… I mean, it’s fine. I just… I have to go. My flight’s early, and I don’t want to stress him out.”

I force a small, tight smile that probably looks as fake as it feels.

He tilts his head, watching me a second too long. “Want me to drive you?”

“No—no, thank you. I’m good.”

He releases my arm slowly. “Alright. Safe flight, then.”

I nod too many times and hurry past him, feeling his eyes on my back the whole way out.

Outside, I hail a cab and rattle off the name of the bisexual strip club to the driver.

I’ve seen banners for Double Stuffed Bi Club all over town. At this point, I have no choice—I have to apply for a job there.

I have to do this for Dad.

At Double Stuffed Bi Club, I met the receptionist—smeared red lips, unnecessarily mean.

“What are you here for?” she says, glancing at me from head to toe.