Page 18 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

My vision doubles. Sweat breaks out on my forehead.

Dean cups her cheek. “You want me to teach you how to be a good girl?”

“Yes, please,” she breathes against his dick, her eyes excited. Grateful.

I drop the watch I so recently picked up and start to pump my own cock. I can’t help it. She’s my dirtiest, most sinful thoughts come to life, on her knees with her hips tilted, her juicy, virgin pussy begging to be entered from the back, those tits spilling out of the flimsy top. And she’s sucking his balls now, dutifully, innocent eyes on Daddy.

Looking at him the way she looked at my father that day six years ago. Shyly.

Giggling at his jokes.

Blushing at his compliments, blissfully unaware of the effect she was having on me.

On him.

“Time,” I say, hoarsely, knowing I’m playing with fire. No way I’m going to withstand another round. But I try anyway, handing the watch to Dean, who is sweating, too, his jaw clenched. I watch him watch Ruby wrap both hands around mycock and start sliding those swollen lips up and down, twisting, while she suckles the tip noisily, eventually feeding my inches into her mouth, her throat, her skill developing in real time, and my God, my come starts to boil, a pained groan ripping up my throat. Her lips are tight, precise, her touch beautifully eager. I’m so close, but somehow I make it the full thirty seconds. A miracle.

“Time.” Dean’s voice is ragged. “Come here, little girl.”

I watch, unable to look away, as Dean drags Ruby in front of him by her pigtails. With a few flicks of his wrists, he unties the flimsy shirt beneath her tits and wraps it around her head, blindfolding her while saliva drips down her chin and she struggles to breathe. “I can’t look you in those sweet blue eyes when I do this,” he says, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it. And then he stands up, wraps those pigtails in his hands and fucks her throat. “Ohhhhh fuuuuuuck,” he moans at the ceiling. “She’s Daddy’s little girl all right.”

Semen fountains from my dick, a power surge going through my entire body.

There’s nothing I can do to stop it, heavy glops of spend rolling down my jacking fist, my eyes glued to the lump protruding and retreating in Ruby’s throat, over and over and over, her lips stretched to capacity. Tears rolling down her cheeks from beneath the blindfold. But she’s not in distress. No, her hands rake up and down his abdomen and chest, as if she’s in a state of worship.

Dean is so lost in the throes of pleasure, he doesn’t realize he’s won the challenge at first, but slowly his gaze clears, and he pulls out of Ruby’s mouth with a curse, stroking her cheek to praise her. She leans into his touch, nuzzling him, while dragging in air.

“If you liked watching that—which you obviously did, you sick fuck,” Dean says, stooping down to pick up Ruby, once againthrowing her boneless form over his shoulder. “You definitely won’t want to miss what happens now.”

He strides to the back of the house, Ruby’s blonde head dangling down near the small of his back, his hand laying a rough smack to her ass that echoes in my very blood.

Already getting hard again, I follow them.

Chapter Eight

Dean

In 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 havethe 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 givingmehead. 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 doeverythingwith 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.

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