Spoil Me, Daddy (The Virgin Pact Book 2)(15)

Ughhh. I squeezed my eyes shut, and with perfect timing, the door opened, and I stared into familiar blue eyes as I did yesterday and the days before. My heart leapt at the sight of him.

“Mary…you’re here,” he said, shock tinging his face. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yes…” I stuttered a bit until I mustered the best smile I could. “I came over because…” I squeezed the documents in my hand, and he noticed. Slowly, he reached his arm out and took the papers away from me, looked through them. A smile slowly spread across his face.

“An acceptance letter to a teaching program and a job offer at a pre-school?” He grin was as wide as a Cheshire cat now, from ear to ear, but what took me by surprise the most was when he closed the distance between us and planted a full kiss on my mouth. “I’m so proud of you.”

With those words, I melted into his arms, as he took me inside and kicked the front door closed behind us.



Gabe

“What time…is your mom…d-dropping off Ashley?” Mary asked me in between heavy breaths.

We spent the whole day watching movies, from romantic comedies and dramas to action and foreign language films. The only time we took a break from staring at my huge TV screen was when I called the nearby Chinese restaurant for delivery. I asked Mary if she wanted to go out to celebrate her two victories – getting accepted into the college she wanted and nabbing a job – but she preferred to just stay in and cuddle.

It was so cute how she said it even – that she wanted to cuddle and have me for herself. It was a glimpse into a different side of her. She was usually so confident, both in the way she moved and acted, and seeing her being shy and unsure for a moment was a sight forever ingrained in my brain. That she showed it all to me made me feel, well, like a fucking rock star.

“Gabe…” she breathed out heavily.

Under the thick blankets, my fingers had found their way to her panties and were rubbing the lace material against her. I noticed how her breathing had turned ragged, and she wasn’t watching the movie so much anymore. She closed her eyes for a moment as her head fell backward, and in a move of confidence, she wrapped her fingers around my wrist and moved my hand underneath her panties, showing me exactly where she wanted me to touch and how hard.

“Not tonight. Next week,” I said, not stopping my finger play. “Enough about Ashley and my mother.” They were the last two people I wanted to think about when I had my hand inside Mary’s panties.

And with that, I flipped us over. Her back was splayed across the couch as I straddled her. My fingers continued to move and tease her pussy, and her hands roamed my back until they stopped at the end of my shirt to take it off. I did, with pleasure. I pulled the shirt over my head and threw it onto the floor before I began to remove her tank top. I couldn’t help but smile widely at the sight of lace on her chest.

“You’re wearing a bra,” I said. “You never wear a bra.” While I liked the easy access her going bare provided, the sexy lingerie had my dick throbbing.

She let out a light, feminine chuckle. Ah...music to my ears. “I didn’t even think about changing. I rushed over here the moment I received those letters.” The full confidence was back in her and she looked at me with the most mischievous of smiles. “You know why I never wear a bra.”

“And why is that?” I asked, two fingers digging inside her, and she arched her back off the couch to push me in deeper.

“I was trying to get you to have sex with me.”

“And I took your virginity.”

“You’ve done more than that.” The smirk on her face softened, and she made a move to pull her denim shorts and panties off. Clearly, this making out wasn’t enough for my little vixen. “Y-you’re…you care about me. You’re not only constantly teaching me about sex, but with life in general. Gabe…you’re the one who helped me apply to college and the jobs at the pre-schools. You’ve done more than anyone ever has…more than my own mother…you’re like a boyfriend and father rolled into one. You take care of me and…I-”

She stopped there. Suddenly, she looked nervous, but she hid it by closing her eyes and focusing on the way my fingers pushed in and out of her. I didn’t want her to be nervous, never around me. She should already know by now that I’d always be here for her. But it seemed she didn’t know that, that she’d said too much, or said something that was too serious too soon. Didn’t she know she was The One for me? I wouldn’t have fucked her otherwise.

“I think I like that,” I said, getting her to look at me by hooking a finger under her chin. “Being your boyfriend and your Daddy.”

Her eyes flew open at hearing those words and began to search mine. To look for the truth. Slowly, the nervousness and the wrinkle on her forehead began to disappear, but a little were still left, and so, I eased her nerves a bit. She was with me. She didn’t need to be scared of anything.

I brought my face closer to hers and placed soft and hard kisses on her lips. Her hands moved to my clothes, pulling my shirt over my head and pushing my shorts off my legs until I was naked and my dick pressed against her thigh. She still had on her bra and panties though, but removing them was easy—and a joy.

“Gabe…” she breathed, when she felt me pushing my dick inside her. She arched her back off the couch again to give me better access. She wasn’t a virgin any longer, her pussy opening for me nicely now. I’d had her so many different ways since that first time, but I had yet to come anywhere but nice and deep. I’d come in her mouth one of these days, but I just wasn’t ready to give up fucking her.