I gasp as Brian rips the covers away from my body, exposing me. I glance down, wanting to catch a glimpse for myself of what’s making his eyes dilate. I see my nipples poking at my shirt, now bunched up to reveal my soft belly, my hand circling in my shorts, flanked by smooth inner thighs.
His fingers curl into fists at his side, like he's fighting to stop himself from reaching for me.
"Take off your shorts," he growls.
I lift my ass and slide my shorts off. He seems to like the red thong a lot better now. Maybe it's the contrast, or the best of both worlds, something sexy hidden under something sweet. I stroke my clit faster. Brian braces one knee on the bed and grasps the hem of my T-shirt.
“Daddy needs to see your tits.” He pulls my shirt up before I can reply, then sucks in a breath. “Fuck, they’re even more beautiful than I thought.” He gropes his cock, giving me a clear idea of just how big he is. He’s so thick, and so hard, and so painfully close I could scream. I desperately want to reach out and touch him, but he seems to be getting off on watching me touch myself.
Or, I think, maybe he just needs to see everything, the way he needed to see my nipples before.
I slide the crotch of my thong aside, exposing my pussy. Brian lets out a guttural sigh, like gravel scraping the back of his throat. He lowers himself over me, his face hovering inches from mine. Breathing in my exhales, he stares deep into my eyes as I continue fingering myself.
“Are you gonna come for me, Ruby? Are you gonna stroke that sweet, little clit of yours until you can’t take it anymore?”
My clit pulses against my fingers like it knows its name. I nod fervently. “Y-yes...Daddy.”
He cages me with his arms, his knees sinking into the mattress between my legs. The bulge in his pants brushes the back of my hand. I wish he'd take his cock out and put it inside me. In my mouth, or my pussy. Wherever he wants.
It’s that mental image, of Brian poising his cock at the entrance to my pussy, that does me in.
I moan as my orgasm hits like a crescendo, echoing out into the rest of my body.
"That's it," Brian rasps. "That's my precious girl."
I’m still reeling as he reaches for his zipper. I barely have time to register that he’s taking his cock out before the damn thing is staring at me. It looks like it should be heavy, though it has no trouble sticking straight out. I watch, captivated, as his hand glides up and down the length of it.
“You make Daddy’s cock so fucking hard, Ruby.” He lowers himself onto me, leaving enough space so I can still reach my clit. “Keep touching yourself,” he whispers.
I feel the head of his cock against my pussy lips. I hold my breath—
A soft buzzing sounds from inside his pants pocket.
Brian freezes, then growls, “Jesus. Fuck.”
He fishes inside his pocket for his phone, his cock still jutting out at me. My heart pounds in my ears as he checks his messages.
“Goddamn it,” he mutters, looking like he’s about to rip someone’s head off. “Your dad’s on his way home.”
No. I sit upright as he wrestles his cock back behind his zipper. Of course, my asshole dad would have to be a cockblocker, on top of everything else.
“If he just left the firm,” I say, “he shouldn’t be home for at least twenty minutes. We can still do it.”
Brian cradles my face, his gaze filled with longing and remorse. “The last thing I want to do is abandon you, Ruby. It’s taking all of my strength not to drive my cock into your wet, virgin cunt. You are a virgin, aren’t you?”
I nod, embarrassed that he could surmise my inexperience so easily.
“I would rather walk out of here with a hard-on that could break glass, than fuck you fast and then run off.”
“Can’t I just come home with you?” I feel the tears pooling behind my eyelids. He wipes them away with his thumbs.
“I would love nothing more than to take you home with me this instant, but there are a few things I want to take care of first. I had a lovely time tonight. I hope you did, too.”
“I did.” I lay my hand over his against my face. “I had a wonderful time with you.”
“Good. I’m thrilled to hear it. And I want you to come to my office tomorrow. Three o'clock. No sooner.”
“Why not sooner?”