Spoil Me, Daddy (The Virgin Pact Book 2)(14)

“Everything will be alright, Mary,” I said. “I’m always here for you.”

She nodded her head, closing and opening her lips from time to time. Finally, she said, “Will you help me apply to the local colleges? I already did some research, and there’s one here that offers teaching certificates.”

I beamed at her.

“Of course!” I shook my head and told her she didn’t need to look so nervous asking me for help. I reminded her again that she could come to me for anything, and with that, I helped her off my lap and told her we were getting to work. “We’ll start right now!”

She thought I was teasing her. I definitely wasn’t, and I let her sit on a chair beside mine, gave her my laptop to work on. She started filling out the application, and after two hours of diligent effort on her part—I worked on my latest project beside her—the form was completed and submitted. I told her I’d help her research on the neighboring colleges as well, so at least she had a few to choose from.

“I’m relieved to know I have some options, that I might be able to stay in town,” she said, putting the lid down on the laptop. Sitting back in the chair, she looked drained.

She needed a break and a naughty idea crossed my mind. There was no second guessing though, and since I knew she would love it, I bent down, put my hands on her waist and lifted her off the chair and placed her ass down on my desk. I pushed the papers away, settled in my computer chair, and spread her legs wide. I heard her suck in a breath at the realization of what I was about to do before she took a fistful of my hair, squeezed, and let her head fall backward.

Eagerly and with a naughty smirk tainting my lips, I impatiently worked her panties off. She arched her back when my finger rubbed faintly against her clit and she let out a soft, feminine moan when I leaned down and with my tongue, teased her entrance. I wanted to take her slowly. To know there was more than one way for me to pleasure her. I wanted to savor eating her out, because, fuck, she tasted so good, and to give her the ultimate experience. I didn’t want to rush doing this to her since it was her first time to have her pussy eaten. I wanted to hear her screams, feel when her fingers tangled in my hair, the breathy moans, the dripping arousal.

“Gabe…uh…” Her womanly voice filled the room, and I could feel my dick grow bigger and harder. It wanted in, now, but it wasn’t in charge. At least not right now. Femininity really was the biggest turn-on. “That feels so good…”

I slipped a finger inside, found that little hook inside her pussy. It set Mary off like a firework. It felt so deep when it really wasn’t, and it’d never failed to make a woman go crazy, and with the way Mary was moaning and thrusting her hips against my fingers, I knew she thought it was amazing as well. After a while, I wanted to add another layer to her experience, so I began to lick her pussy and mixed it with a little sucking and faint biting. At the same time, I moved my fingers much faster in and out of her, and I could feel her start to shake against me.

“I’m gonna come…Gabe…I’m gonna…”

“Let go, baby,” I said. “Relax…let Daddy taste your juices.”

And it was the sweetest taste I’d ever had, both figuratively and literally. She milked my finger while I licked up every drop of her desire. It was safe to say that it took her a while before she finally stood up from my desk. I couldn’t keep the boyish grin off my face to see her so done in. Yeah, I could please the fuck out of my girl.





Chapter Seven


Mary


I rushed to get to Gabe’s place, eager to share the good news. I couldn’t fucking believe it. I squeezed the documents in my hand and got in my car as fast as I could. There was no one at home, my mom went out of town with her fiancé, so there was no one to reprimand me and tell me how bad a decision I was making. I knew this was the right decision and she was just being selfish. This wasn’t about her. It was about me, what I wanted, what would make me happy.

I rang the doorbell, and in my excitement, it was only then I realized that I wasn’t even sure if he was home. I wasn’t supposed to come over today. It was my day off and I hadn’t once stopped by on an off day.

Suddenly, I felt nervous. I honestly had no idea why. Gabe had been supportive all along, yet I felt foolish all of a sudden, driving over to his place on a whim.Would he want me here? Where could he be? My paranoid brain started to think. Yesterday, when we were together, he didn’t mention his plans for today. He only mentioned that the worst of his workload had passed, so he was excited to enjoy the slower pace at the office. That meant we could spend time together, but why didn’t he invite me to come over today? Was I only useful when I needed to look after Ashley? Did he only fuck me on my work days so that it was just a work-with-benefits thing? At that thought, I couldn’t help the sudden sinking feeling in my heart. I was becoming paranoid and clingy, two things I knew were a turn-off.

I placed a finger on each of my temples and started to rub. I took deep breaths and told myself to not be a jealous bitch of whomever he was with. We weren’t exclusive, but the idea of him telling some other woman to go stand in the corner had me ready to grab a hatchet. Did he play the Daddy role with someone else? We hadn’t determined the status of our relationship yet, but fuck it, I didn’t want to and wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but I was starting to have feelings for him. Very deep ones. Ones that had me wanting to be his only little girl, to be the only one he licked and sucked, fucked and cared for.