Six months has taken the sting out of my breakup. Without all the emotional baggage, there’s only heat left to play this out. “It felt too good to stop,” I murmur. “I didn’t care if he was watching. I needed to come all over my Daddy’s cock.”
“You like being watched, don’t you, Lily?” He nips my earlobe. “You like it when I fuck you in the kitchen because the neighbors might see. You like it in the backyard for the same reason. It’s why you’re naked and playing with your pussy by the pool every chance you get.”
I grind down hard on his cock. “Yes.” I moan. I lick my lips. “You love it, too.” I ride him faster. “You loved fingering my pussy while you waved at the neighbors. And putting that plug in my ass in the parking lot. And fucking me in your truck. You can’t get enough of my pussy, can you, Daddy?”
“I can’t get enough of you.” His fingers flex on my throat. Not enough to do anything but remind me of how much bigger he is, how much more powerful. “We should stop,” he rumbles. “I think I hear someone coming up the stairs.”
Even though it’s pretend, I moan loud and long. “I don’t care. I can’t stop.”
“Walking down the hallway.”
“I’m so close, Daddy. Don’t make me stop.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
And then I’m coming, crying out and slumping back against him. He topples me onto my stomach and goes to his knees behind me. Shane grips my hips and yanks me back as he thrusts forward, impaling me on his cock. “I’m feeling generous because you orgasmed so sweetly. Where do you want my come, baby girl?”
“My breasts. All over them.”
He flips me onto my back and drives into me. Shane treats me like I’m a precious fuck toy, and I can’t get enough. As his strokes start to go wild, he pulls out and shift up my body. He jerks his cock roughly, and I flinch as he comes across my breasts in hot spurts. Shane keeps stroking, like he’s determined to empty every last drop onto me.
I look down at myself. “That’s so hot.”
“Dirty little slut,” he murmurs and drags a single finger over my nipple, smearing himself over me. I don’t get a chance to do more than moan before he moves down and starts licking my pussy again.
I whimper. “You’re going to be late going back to work.”
“Give me a little fucking credit, Lily. I took the rest of the day off. I have no obligations this afternoon except making you come enough to start balancing the scales for the last six months.”
I stare at him with wide eyes. “What?”
“You heard me.” Shane gives me a long lick. “You said it yourself. This pussy has been mine since January. That means I’m owed.” He sucks lightly on my clit. “You teach math, baby girl. If I gave you two orgasms on weekdays and six on weekends, what’s that balance out to?” He goes back to licking my pussy.
“I can’t think when you do that.”
He spears his tongue into me once, twice, a third time. “I have faith you can figure it out.”
I’m covered in his come and his mouth is working my clit and he wants me to do math. “Shane, please.”
“Don’t make me wait, Lily.”
My breath sobs out as I try to obey. I should be able to do this problem in seconds, but it takes me several long minutes of him eating me out to finally blurt, “Five hundred and twenty-eight. Ish.”
“Five hundred and twenty-eight. And your normal daily orgasms don’t count.” He nuzzles me. “Sounds like I have a lot of ground to cover.”
My laugh sounds a little hysterical. “I hope you don’t think you can make that up today. I know we agreed that we probably won’t die from coming too much, but you might make liars out of us.”
“Not today.” He leverages one of my legs up and back, leaving me wide open for him. “I’m keeping you, Lily. I have a lifetime to make them up, and I plan to use every single fucking day.”
He goes down on me until I stop being able to form words, until he teases so many orgasms out of me, I lose count. Then Shane flips me over and fucks me again with his thumb in my ass. It’s just a tease for what will come later, and as much of a happy little slut I am, even in the middle of being driven mindless by him, I’m aware that I can’t just take his cock in my ass without being prepped. No matter how much I want to.
At some point we make it into the shower, and then back to the bed, but it’s a little hazy. All I know is that I wake up the next morning with Shane’s tongue in my pussy.