Page 14 of Clueless
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SEAN
“Fuck,”I grunt out as I pump my cock with my fist. “Fuck me.”
Laying on my bed, jerking off, and daydreaming about when I met Lauren for the millionth time definitely wasn’t on my to-do list for the day, but I know I won’t be able to face either one of them if I’m hung-up and edged.
Even if I’ve masturbated to the thought of her more times than Ican count.
1.5 YEARS AGO
After making my way back to my truck, room booked for the morning ahead, I stop short when I see Lauren standing outside of it.
Oh, no. That’s not gonna work.
Making my way to her, I place my hands on my hips as I stare down at her with a raised brow, easily towering over her as I stand at six-three. “Who opened the door for you?”
She looks around the very empty parking lot, confused. “Me?”
“Uh-uh,” I tsk, opening the truck door. “Get in.”
She stares at me, trying to read me.
I give her absolutely nothing.
Sighing tiredly, she climbs back in the black truck. I close the door and count to five before opening it again, smiling. “C’mon, sweetheart.”
She gives me a deadpan stare. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Do I look like I am?”
I’m met with an exaggerated eye roll as she gets out of the truck again. “Thanks,Daddy. I feel babied.”
Fuck.
I’m instantly hard as a rock. New kink, unlocked.
I always tried to steer clear of that one—knowingdamn well how bad a Daddy kink could look while having threesomes with my stepson—but it sounds way too fucking good coming from her lips.
Before she can blink, I’m slamming the door shut, picking her up, and wrapping her legs around my waist so we’re eye level, forcing my mouth on hers. She moans into me as she melts against the truck door behind her, and the sound sends lightning bolts directly to my dick. I pull away, panting. “Call me that again.”
Her eyes are dazed. “Daddy.”
I need us to get the fuck out of this parking lot before I come in my jeans.
Carrying her around the building, I see the infamous entrance to the glory hole one of Noah’s friends told me about after far too many Jägerbombs. It’s covered in graffiti, and if you didn’t know any better, would probably look like the entrance to an abandoned house.
Testing the knob with Lauren still in my arms, I almost want to shout with joy when it gives in immediately. And as soon as you walk in, you’re there. It’s the size of a janitor’s closet, cut in half with a piece of drywall in the middle to separate sides, and a wide circle cut in the middle.
The logical part of my brain knows this once was agenuine janitor’s closet that had a pipe going through it.
But who gives a shit now?
I turn around, shut the door, and lock it.
Setting Lauren down, I smooth back her hair as I ask one final time. “You want this?”
She nods her head fast, eager.
