Page 19 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

“Do you…like to watch?” I ask Cameron, while running my fingertips down the valley of Ruby’s tits, down to her navel, slipping my index finger beneath the waistband of her skirt and teasing her tummy side to side.

Cameron looks at me beneath hooded brows, as if trying to determine whether I’m seriously asking or just want to ridicule him. “I…” He swallows. “Not normally.”

“You like watchingus.”

His chest rises and falls. “Yeah. It’s complicated.”

“Explain it to us, Cameron,” murmurs Ruby—and just the sweet sound of her voice makes my balls squeeze. Goddamn.

“I liked what he was saying to you in the living room,” Cameron says slowly. “And I like Ruby telling me what you to do together. How you touch her.”

“You’re like a…what?” I say, puzzling it together. “A voyeur?”

“Something like that. But it’s only with…”

“Us,” Ruby finishes.

There’s a memory that is never far from my consciousness and it drifts to the forefront now. Arriving at Cameron’s off-campus house that fated afternoon of senior year and finding Ruby there, drunk, sandwiched between Cameron and his father, barely dressed. I’d never seen her like that. She was never a drinker. So how did she get like that? And how dare Cameron touch her or allow his father to touch her, in that state.

I didn’t wait for explanations. I simply got her out of there. Took her home and tucked her into bed. The fabric of mine and Cameron’s friendship had already begun to tear, due to our rivalry over Ruby, but that afternoon was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Why I fully stopped speaking to Cameron.

I’m not sure how that long-ago afternoon relates to now. Does it?

It’s hard to think too clearly when Ruby is stretching out in front of me like a happy kitten in her cock tease skirt and my dick is the consistency of concrete, though. So I put the curiosity away for another time and focus on the girl who got away.

She’s not getting away tonight.

“Ruby…” I drawl, my voice taking on a fatherly quality without any premeditation. “You’re in the wrong bed. Your room is down the hall. This is Daddy’s room.”

“It is? Oh, my goodness,” she gasps, no hesitation. Slipping right into the role she’s been playing in my head for years. Has she been playing it in hers, too? “I couldn’t see with the blindfold and I must have picked the wrong door.”

“That’s okay.” I tickle her ribs gently, making her squirm and laugh breathlessly. “Easy mistake. But…”

“But what?”

“Well. This is a very short skirt. And I can’t help but notice you’re not wearing panties beneath it.” I frame her hips in my hands, pressing my thumbs into her hip abductors. “Are you sure you ended up in here by mistake?”

Her tongue emerges to wet her lips. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” I flip up the hem of her skirt, revealing the entirety of her smooth, golden mound and a hot shudder wracks my frame. “Maybe you wanted me to see this little temptation between your thighs. Maybe it’s been getting wet lately and you’re not sure what to do about that, so you came to Daddy, because he always has the answers.”

Her flushed cheeks tell me I’m correct. “Am I in trouble?” she whispers.

“I’m the one in trouble, little girl,” I rasp, easing her thighs apart. “There’s no going back, now that I’ve seen this pretty thing, sealed up so tight.”

Across the room, Cameron makes a hoarse sound and starts to stroke off.

Maybe another guy would find that off-putting or strange, but fuck me, I like it. I like the encouragement that this is as hot as my body tells me it is. That I’m fulfilling the purpose of the title she calls me—and doing it well. I’m well versed at being on the field with an audience cheering for me. Same thing, kind of, right?

“I’m going use my tongue in your pussy now,” I say, my voice a baritone scrape I’ve never heard before. “Keep the blindfold on. I’m not ready for you to see how much I’m going to enjoy licking it.”

“Okay,” she whispers, her tits heaving up and down. “B-but are you s-sure you should?”

“I’m sure not even the law could stop me,” I breathe, down on my chest now, kissing her slit and watching the blessed moisture seep out, gathering every ounce of it with the flat of my tongue.Listening to her surprised intake of breath, the tremble of her thighs. “Drop them wide for me.” Her knees open slowly, like an accordion, the movement parting her flesh naturally and giving me access to all the untapped pink I can stand. “There’s my little leg spreader,” I croon, taking my first thorough lick, trying to explore every sugary inch in one taste. “Goddamn, that’s a sweet girl.”

“Am I doing it right?” she whimpers, tilting her hips up for the next lick.

“You can’t make any mistakes with Daddy, as long as you keep your thighs spread and do what you’re told. Can you do that?”

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