Olivia - next time, fucking knock

I drunkenly stumbled through his apartment to do his bidding. Competing thoughts fought for my attention as I approached his bedroom door.

Harmon wouldn't say that. He said no. He always said no.

He didn't say no last night. Sure sounded like him.

Was the voice I was hearing real or did I crave him so badly that I was hearing things?

"Only one way to find out," I said to myself, laying my hand on the door knob of his bedroom door.

The yelling died down a while back, so the phone call was over. Wasn't it? Maybe he really had invited me into his bed after all. Maybe he needed comfort because he and Macy were really done this time.

Like this my drunken brain convinced me a good dicking awaited me on the other side of his bedroom door. The anticipation, the dire need to come, the booze. It was all going to my head.

"Fuck it," I finally whispered, opening the door.

"Baby girl, yes. Just like that," Harmon's deep, relieved voice filled the room as he sighed with pleasure.

I froze in my tracks, once more uncertain he had asked for me. Too sensitive for another rejection despite my aching cunt, I stepped back. For all I knew, he and Macy were having phone sex or something. On the verge of backing away and closing the door, his needy voice filled the room again.

"Touch daddy, baby girl. Don't stop. You feel so damn good," he said, confirming once more what he was doing to himself.

Sweet temptation. His dick in his hand. Him fisting it. Was he thinking of me or her?

Didn't matter. Had to see. Just too tempted to walk away. My heart pounded in my chest as I took one step forward, then another until I stood in his doorway.

My eyes having adjusted to the dark, with the aid of the light coming in from the living room I only just made out his muscular form spread out on the bed as his hand went to town on his dick. I rubbed my thighs against each other, willing myself to turn around.

He doesn't want me I reminded myself. So why couldn't I leave?

"Good slutty pussy. Damn baby girl, daddy's never had anything this good before," he said and I lost it.

I just had to see. Not just vague outlines of his silhouette. I wanted a hard, long look at what I had inside me last night.

"Baby, I'm right here. You don't need your hand," I said, flipping the light switch on.

"Olive?" his strained voice called out to me.

For the first time in ten years, I saw shock register on Harmon's face as his dick started shooting rope after rope of come.

It took me a moment to realize my body had started convulsing.

"Baby girl, get the fuck out," he yelled in his signature intimidating voice, but the words only made my body tremble more.

"I fucking can't. I'm, I'm, shit. I'm coming," I said through gritted teeth, fighting the orgasm with everything in me.

It was no use. Too drunk. Too turned on. Too tired. Too fixated on his coming dick. My seizing form crumbled before him as I clung to the door knob for dear life.

Our eyes met across the room. His panic stricken face relaxed, his eyes burning with desire as he watched me and I him. He went back to stroking his still coming dick, one final "baby girl" leaving his mouth.

"Yes daddy," I moaned, letting the euphoria flood my every nerve ending and take me over completely.

"Out. Now Olive. Baby girl, get out," he said, eyes tainted with lust despite his recent orgasm.

His voice was strained as he said the words, jumping out of bed a moment later to pick up his boxers.

"Baby girl," my drunken brain recalled as I forced the raspy words out.

"I'm serious Olive, get the fuck out," he said, much more composed as he dragged the underwear up his thighs. "I told you not to pull this shit."

He was livid, but he came over to check on me anyway. An earthquake took over my body as he squatted down before me with a sigh and realization came over me.

"Are you okay?" he asked more gently, cupping my cheek. "Let's get you to the bathroom and then bed. You look like you're going to be sick," he said, hesitant to touch me more because my body just wouldn't stop coming for him.

"Shit. Dammit, baby girl," he said softly, finally biting the bullet and picking me up.

There it was again. Baby girl.

"You said baby girl while you were jacking off, Harmon. Not baby. Not sweetheart. Not Mace. Baby girl. You don't call her that. You don't call anyone that. Do you daddy? Not until now," I said, calling him out as he carried me through the halls of his apartment.

"Next time fucking knock, baby girl," he said, grinning at me and shaking his head as I snuggled up to him.

Ruining the mood entirely once we got to the bathroom, I sat in front of the toilet and hurled for ages as he held back my hair.

"Drink," he said, crouching by my side when it was finally over, having temporarily left my side to get me a bottle of water.

Breathless and thoroughly grossed out by the idea of him seeing me this way, I was about to tell him to get out when he spoke first.

"Remember to lock up when you wake up. Daddy will — I will likely be gone by then," he said and I couldn't hold back anymore.

I burst into tears as he shattered my hopes one more time.

"Daddy, don't leave without me," I cried as his arms came to surround me.