Spoil Me, Daddy (The Virgin Pact Book 2)(20)

“I’m going to come inside you…fill you up…” he said, thrusting in and out and starting to pick up the pace. “One day, you’re going to carry my baby. We’re going to create something so beautiful together…”

“I love you, Daddy,” was all I could say. Never did I dream that I’d have the perfect relationship. I had seen many of my mother’s failed ones and been desensitized to the idea that a perfect relationship actually existed, and here I was with one.

“I love you more,” Gabe responded, and with that, he thrust harder and faster and began rubbing my clit. He pounded into me relentlessly, and my nails dug into his back and my teeth into his neck to stop myself from screaming. His family was barely a few feet away, and here we were, both about to go over the edge.

“I’m gonna come, Gabe…I’m gonna…”

“Together, baby,” he said, pressing a hard kiss onto my mouth. “Together.”

He caught my scream with his kiss, the taste of him on my lips heaven as his body jerked and pulsed inside me, my pussy milking him dry, making a claim of its own.

I might be his, but he was also mine, and with his dick balls deep inside me, his body trembling and shaking, his ring on my finger, every doubt fled, years of insecurity and wondering flew out the window and I was home. Really, really home in Gabe’s arms. My Daddy.

I went into this wanting to lose my virginity. Never did I dream that I’d get my “happily ever after.”




Did you miss the first book in this series? Read on for a sneak peek of Chapter One of Jane’s story…





The Teacher and the Virgin - Sneak Peek





Chapter One


Jane


“Who?” the note read.

I turned my head to the right and met my friend Anne’s curious green eyes. She raised an eyebrow up at me, remaining quiet. There was no talking in class, but I immediately knew what she was asking. Words weren’t needed. Not for this.

Who was I planning to lose my virginity to?

Anne and I, and eight other girls in the senior class, made a pact to lose our virginity by the end of summer. Graduation was next week, so we had a couple months to get the deed done before we all went off to college. All of us being eighteen, we’d felt it was past time, especially since going to an all girls’ school made near impossible to find worthy boys. We wanted to go to college experienced.

I didn’t want to be the last virgin in our group, but I didn’t have to worry. I didn’t have to find a boy I liked. I didn’t have to pretend to be in love, or chase after some stranger at the mall. I knew exactly who I wanted to get naked with.

I wanted Mr. Parker to take my virginity. I wanted my teacher to punch my V card.

Mr. Parker. He was only a few years older than me, and not skinny and awkward like the guys my age. No, he was all man.

While I saw him every day for my US government class, I doubted he noticed me. I was just one of his many students. One more young woman in an endless see of long hair and cherry flavored lip gloss. I existed in an ocean of khaki and plaid, the school’s overly conservative uniform. Underneath, I wore a lace bra and matching g-string panties every other day, the days I had Mr. Parker’s class.

And before class, I went to the ladies room and took off the bra. I loved the way my heavy cotton shirt rubbed my sensitive nipples, and I hoped he’d notice the hard tips that ached for his touch.

He was gorgeous and educated, his hard ass and broad shoulders made my innocent body squirm. I didn’t want to be innocent, not when I was around him. I wanted to be naughty, but I doubted he noticed me.

But I noticed him. Every inch of his well-muscled form.

Yeah, he was the one who I was going to give myself to. I had no idea how, but it was going to happen.

He was gorgeous, dark hair that was overly long for the rules of the private school. He wore a tie to please the principal, but the knot was always loose, as if he hadn’t the time to get completely dressed. I spent most of the class fantasizing about all the ways he could tie me up with that long strand of silk and turn me into a real woman.

“Ladies, I know it’s the last day of classes before exams, so we’re going to do a review on everything the final exam will cover. Colleges still look at final grades.” His deep voice made me shiver and I couldn’t stop staring at the muscles in his neck. I wanted to taste him. Which was weird, but I couldn’t stop imagining kissing him…all over.

I wasn’t worried about the final exam. This was the one class I was getting an A in, the one class where I always paid attention. How could I not stare at Mr. Parker for the entire hour? If the other girls thought I was gawking at the hot teacher, what did I care? They gawked, too. I couldn’t keep her eyes of the flexing muscles in his forearms. He rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirts to write on the board, and I always had to go back and read what he wrote after. I couldn’t stop staring at his hands.

Even Molly seemed hypnotized when he moved, and I was pretty sure she was a lesbian.

He was that hot. But none of the other girls would have him. No. If he was going to have one of us, if he was going to take a young, virgin pussy, then it was going to be mine.

I spent the entire year watching his ass as he walked back and forth lecturing. I studied the veins in the back of his hand as he wrote on the board. I studied his mouth and wondered what his lips would feel like against mine.