“I want to.” I tried to meet his eyes and said with a soft but firm voice, “Let me.Please, Daddy.”
Even I knew he wouldn’t be able to deny such a sweet request from me. I smirked in victory when he pulled his hand away. I hoped he didn’t notice how my hands were shaking when I unbuckled his belt, or how I was swallowing thickly because he seemed huge.
“Oh, God…” I muttered, blinking at the outline of his dick in his boxers. I leaned up and licked him through the fabric, flickering my eyes at his face that was hidden in the shadows. He groaned and took a step back to lean back on a desk. I followed him and pulled down his boxers, staring at him with my mouth parted.
“You’re big.”
“S-shut up, Princess.”
I smirked, wondering if he was flustered. I didn’t care. He was going to get a lot more flustered in the next few minutes.
His cock had to be the prettiest one I had ever seen. Thick shaft with veins twitching through it and bulbous red head that glistened with pre-cum. I licked it and hummed at the salty taste before wrapping my lips around his tip and sucking him in.
“Fuck, Princess. Y-your mouth…” he grunted, wrapping his hand around my hair and the other on the desk.
My hands wrapped around his shaft and stroked him slowly. I shivered, getting turned on at the sighs and moans he made, arousal seeping out of me as I continued to pleasure him. I pulled away, only to lick the throbbing veins of his cock and kiss the velvety hard skin.
Taking a deep breath, I dipped down and took him in my mouth, moaning and swirling my tongue around his hardened shaft as he jerked his hips.
“I’d give you any fucking thing you want for this dirty little mouth, Princess,” he groaned, moving his hips again and trying to hold himself back. “Let me fuck your mouth.”
I pulled away, tears glistening in my eyes. Glancing at his face, I said, “No, let me do this.” I knew James enough that he wouldn’t push it, especially when I slowly fondled his balls, sucking his head again.
I smiled with his cock in my mouth when he rolled his head back and kept changing my name with Princess. Both of his hands were on the desk and I knew he was very close. So I increased my pace and sucked him faster and as deep as I could take him in without gagging. My hands twisted over his shaft and by the low groan, I knew he was about to cum.
“If you don’t pull back, Princess, I’m gonna—fuck.” He sighed, his legs trembling. It was an odd sight to see James so flustered and lose control just because I had my mouth on him.
I knew he’d have my ass for later, but I had to do it.
Just as he was close, I pulled away and stood up. His eyes flashed open, and I knew he was confused, turned on, and angry. I wiped my mouth and licked my lips before straightening my clothes.
“It’s my choice if I want to sleep with my dad’s best friend, who is twice my age, James.” I gritted my teeth and continued, “And for your information, no, he didn’t fuck me. I only want one person to fuck me, and you should know that by now.”
Opening the door, I left the room with my heart pounding in my ears and my panties soaked.
He’s going to kill me.
29
GREEDY PRINCESS
MIA
“Blow!”
I rolled my eyes with a grin at the innuendo as Summer pestered me. Taking a deep breath, I leaned down and blew over the numbered candles of one and eight that flickered over the pretty chocolate cake with vanilla frosting. Everyone cheered, and it was pure chaos in a few moments when everyone shouted for cake.
A dark figure loomed over me and my breath hitched when he offered me a small smile. “Happy Birthday, Mia.”Not Princess.
It hurt that he called me by my name and not his Princess.
I nodded, thanking him when he gave me a small present wrapped in pretty red color. His hair was tousled and despite what we had done before, his clothes looked perfect. With no boner or bulge in sight—boo.
I parted my lips, but he moved away before I could talk to him, ask him if he had changed his mind or not. I growled at his back and clutched his gift tighter.He can’t avoid me forever.
Ninety minutes later, we were sitting in my car while he drove us to the hospital. He hadn’t uttered a single word to me when I approached him after the dinner to ask him if he wanted to come with me to meet Dad. It could be because I was shooting daggers at the pretty lady he was smiling at while talking or because I walked mid-way through a blowie.
I hated that I was so jealous of any women who talked to him, touched his arm or even laughed at anything he said. It made my stomach twist with nerves because… we were nothing. He was my teacher, Dad’s best friend. I was just a student or an annoying girl he had to take care of. Nothing more.