Page 47 of All Bets Are Off
“I have two more presents for you.”
My chest heaves up and down, up and down, my hips tilting up on a groan. “Two?I can’t take any more presents. Not when you’re already such a fucking gift, angel.Damn.”
Slowly, while her hips are still shuttling up and back in my lap, she unbuttons her vest and lets it drop. The T-shirt comes off next, and now she’s in nothing but her maid skirt, the material of which is bunched around her undulating waist. I lean back and watch the topless lap dance through a haze of hunger, my dick engorged as a motherfucker, desperate to find out what she’ll do or say next.
“My next present is that…I’m going to let you call Yale. For me. Forus.”
I make a rough sound in my throat because my balls react the most violently to that piece of news, squeezing and threatening to spew.
“You are?” I pant, my head spinning, my body bathed in a strange kind of fire. The kind I experience down below when Ifantasize about spoiling Vida. Maybe because calling Yale is a form of spoiling? “I was going to speak with you about allowing my intervention today. I thought we were going to argue about it.”
“No,” she whispers against my mouth, hanging onto my shoulders while she bucks her hips in a hot, horny little pattern. “No arguments, Daddy.”
My head falls back, and I grit a curse up at the ceiling, my thighs starting to tremble.
I still have my pants on. She’s wearing panties. And yet, somehow, I’m getting fucked so right. I don’t know how to describe what’s happening to me. Is Vida allowing me to do things for her my new kink?
“I’m going to get my little angel into Yale.”
“Thank you,” she breathes in between kisses on my face. “Thank you.”
Oh no. No, no, no. I can’t take her breathless gratitude on top of everything else.
“Vida, I’m serious. I’m right about to nut.”
“But you haven’t heard my third present yet,” she admonishes, her tone teasing and flirtatious, even as the friction of her cunt turns me inside out.
“What is it?” I wheeze, my hips starting to jerk of their own volition. “Oh God.God.”
She strokes her tongue along the seam of my mouth and whispers, “I want you to take me out of town. Somewhere private.”
“I have a townhouse in Boston,” I grit out.
“Good. Take me there,” she purrs. “Chase me, tie me up, and fuck me while I scream for help.”
My cock erupts like a volcano, and my lower body twists to fight the onslaught of pain, my bellow loud in the room. Hot ejaculate roars up and out of me in flaming waves, andmy hands move of their own accord, yanking her tight to my erupting erection, my orgasm prolonging itself just watching her enjoy what she did to me. Seeing her awestruck by the mess I’m making in my sweatpants all because of her.
“Shit.” I give a final violent shudder. “Shit.”
“Mmmm,” she hums, kissing my jaw, my chin.
“What did I do to deserve all that?” I pant.
“Well…” She chews her lip, her palms skimming up and down my pecs. “For one, I trust you. To act out your fantasy in a way that makes me feel safe.” Her voice is so gentle and sweet, I have to draw her to my chest and tuck her head beneath my chin. Just to get as close as possible. “And two, I want to meet you halfway. I want to accept who you are without making rules. Or restricting your kindness. I can still be me. I can still maintain who I am.”
“Nothing I do for us will change how spectacular you are on your own. How selfless. How honest and real. Vida, you’re too pure, inside and out.”
She beams up at me. “So I’ll see you tomorrow?”
My good mood collapses like London Bridge. “Tomorrow?”
Her smile dims in degrees. “For our trip to Boston. I requested to end my shift early.”
“What about tonight?” I check my watch. “It’s only one o’clock!”
“I can’t just never go home again. My aunt needs help around the house!”
I throw her down beneath me on the love seat, and I yank her wet little panties right off, tossing them over my shoulder.
