Spoil Me, Daddy (The Virgin Pact Book 2)(18)

“H-how…?” she stuttered. She’d quieted down with the crying but was still tearing up. “Y-you’ve never b-been…”

“Jane…I asked her to give me your address, and I made sure to come over when your mom isn’t home. She’s not here, is she?”

Mary shook her head quickly and buried her head again against my neck again. I felt her warm breath against my skin, and at the tingling sensation, I couldn’t control my dick starting to get harder. She had that effect on me, and it probably didn’t help that her breasts were squished against my chest.

“Let’s go to my room,” she said, and I made a move toward the staircase. Mary pointed to her bedroom. I placed her on the bed and she crawled backwards to rest against the headboard. I did the same and wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me.

“You haven’t been answering my calls and messages…Jane said your mother would confiscate your phone, but she’d let you have it for one hour each day…” At that, I couldn’t help but tilt my lips downwards into a frown. I wanted to break something every time I called and messaged Mary and she didn’t respond.

“W-what…?” I watched as Mary’s eyes widened in shock. “I never received anything from you…” She looked away for a moment, in deep thought, before she met my eyes again. “Unless my mother erased everything. I wouldn’t put it past her. She kept telling me how you were just using me. I’m young and inexperienced while you’re so mature and worldly. My mom has been with a lot of guys, so I trusted her when it came to relationship advice…she told me successful guys like you never go for girls like me. That you probably fucked me for the fun of it and were going to move on. You go for successful, independent, badass women who know how to…”

She choked on the last and in that moment I really didn’t like her mother very much for playing on Mary’s insecurities like that.

My hands balled into fists, and I exhaled deeply to control my temper. Good thing her mother wasn’t home or else I would’ve done something that could make Mary hate me.

“Bullshit,” I said quickly. “You’re perfect, Mary. You’re smart and fun and beautiful. Your laugh makes me happy and you’re kind. Caring.”

She cried harder and when I asked what was wrong, she didn’t answer me, but the blush on her cheeks did.

My innocent young woman needed another kind of reassurance. I buried my hand in her hair and lifted her lips to mine so I could talk against them. As I did so, I worked my hand down the front of her sweats, right under the hot, wet folds of her pussy lips so I could rub her clit. “You’re perfect in bed. So hot,” I dipped my fingers inside her hot core and rubbed her juices onto her clit. “So wet. You’re always so wet for me. I love fucking you and your sweet, tight pussy.” I rubbed harder and she lifted her hips off the bed, pressing into my hand as I kissed her neck and pushed her down on the bed. I was not going to fuck her in her room, not when her mother could come home any moment. But I was going to make sure she knew how I felt about her, how fucking beautiful and perfect she was.

I increased the speed of my hand and worked her body until she bucked beneath me, her orgasm rocking through her as she arched her neck back on a silent scream.

Just to prove my point, I didn’t let her rest, but worked her with my fingers again, pushing two blunt tips deep inside to rub the base of her womb. She whimpered and I took her nipple into my mouth through her clothes, biting gently as my thumb worked her clit.

“Gabe! Daddy, please…” The breathless whisper made me shudder and I was so close, so damn close to blowing my cum all over the inside of my boxers that it took an epic force of will to hold back. My cum was for her, only for her. And I wanted it deep in her body so she’d know who she belonged to, who had claimed her. Who wanted her and no one else, ever.

“Come again for me, baby. Come all over my fingers.”

That was all she needed, permission, an order from her Daddy, a safe place to be.

Her orgasm rolled through her and she’d never looked so beautiful, so fucking perfect as she did while she was losing it all over my fingers on her frilly pink bedspread.

When it was over, I pulled my hand from her and licked my fingers, holding her gaze as I did so she’d know I loved everything about her, including the hot taste of her cum on my hand. “No one has ever made me hotter than you do, baby.”

I moved back up to the head of the bed and lifted her into arms, hugging her tighter. She was my little stress ball. Wrapping my arms tightly around her did release some of the stress and anger I was feeling. “Your mother doesn’t know me. You know me, Mary.”

She nodded. “It’s just, well... I’m…I don’t have a lot of experience. And you’re so much older and more experienced. You have a house and a job and a life and I’m nothing, you know. A worthless kid barely out of high school.”

“That’s your mother talking.” Another point in the negative mother column. “You’re sweet and kind and loving. You’re beautiful, intelligent, fun. After everything I’ve told you, you still don’t trust and believe me when I say I want to be with you?”

She shook her head at me once again. “I believe you…it’s just…” A pause and then, “I know I shouldn’t let my mother have power over me. I’m grown enough to be able to live my own life without her telling me what I should and shouldn’t do.”