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With Which I Misbehave

Coming Home

*******

Brian attempted to keep himself together as he drove away. His little girl faded away in his rear view mirror as he cursed his very existence. No matter how many times he told himself it would be easier...better now, it didn’t stop the emptiness in his heart. He knew all parents felt this way when they dropped their kids off at college...but obviously, things were quite different between them.

Snippets of their last night together would haunt him until the end of time. But right now they kept him determined...even if also hard.

*

“Ray, you home yet?” Brian waltzed in the house after work, wondering what the hell tonight would be like. It was their last night before she went off to college and he’d made plans but wasn’t sure when she’d be home. When he didn’t hear her respond, he headed towards his room to take a shower….only to be shocked into silence when he opened the door.

He was truly alarmed at how much the picture in front of him turned him on. Rayven sat back on her heels on his bed, dressed in something so pink and girlish, it really shouldn’t’ve been hot. But it was.



Her makeup was done and her hair was up in two high ponytails that he was already dying to yank on. In contrast to the pink lace and fake fur, her leather collar was already on, the chain dangling in between her luscious breasts and down between her knees. Her handcuffs were already fastened to one wrist. The matching whip lay before her. Their favorite toys already lay out on the bedside table with lube as well.

As Brian breathlessly sauntered towards the end of the bed, his daughter crawled towards him. Without a word, he reached down and grabbed the chain to her collar, chest heaving. She raised up onto her knees so her matching brown eyes were almost level with his, her little hands at his chest, “This what you want of me, Brian?”

“You know me too well, baby girl.” He growled, “Don’t worry. I won’t tease you for long. But after that you’re going to come so many times you’ll wish I had.”

It was wrong how much he wanted to mark her, to remind her just how great they were together lest she forget while she was gone.

“Off the bed. On your knees.” Her outfit was doing sordid things to his mind. By the time she was on her knees, he was shirtless and cock out.

Rayven loved when he wasn’t fully hard yet. Loved feeling him get hard in her mouth or hand. This time he let it happen slowly, playing with her hair as she sucked his cock. The harder he tugged on her pigtails, the harder he got. When she glanced up at him with his dick still in between her lips, he couldn't hold back. Thrusting forward, he held onto the pigtails with a firm grip, using them to anchor him as he forced her to swallow him again and again. After several deep thrusts, he pulled out, “Good girl. Such a good girl…” He stroked her cheeks lovingly as she licked her lips and then the head of his cock. Leaning over to grab the chain, he tugged on her leash until she as standing, looking up at him from his chest.

She also loved how much smaller than him she was. He towered over her like most men did, but with him it was different. Ray kissed the middle of his chest and moved to take one of his nipples into her mouth. He let her, petting one of her ponytails nicely as he pebbled under her tongue. She stroked him languidly in her little hand, her other hand pushing his jeans to the floor.

Brian led her to bed, guiding her onto her side. Using the long chain of her collar, he wrapped her knees and wrists together in the chain, her ass fully presented to him near the edge of the bed.



He licked his lips as he thumbed the wet spot on her panties. Maneuvering the garment down her thighs to where her wrists were tied to her legs, his hooded eyes stared at her welcoming wetness.
Palming himself, Brian nudged the head of his dick up against her inner lips before sliding inside her completely. He choked on a breath while she moaned shamelessly. She was a little more snug around him in this position, making it extremely pleasurable for both of them.

“Yes, baby girl…” He pulled back and pushed forward, shuddering in how wet she was. Brian began fucking her and Ray bit down hard on her lip, “Not yet, Rayv, not yet…” He went a little deeper, and they both moaned. Usually the pillar of control, Brian wasn’t sure what came over him the moment her pussy contracted around him.

“Daddy!” She screamed, “I-I’m sorry--” Rayven shuddered and gasped, her orgasm tearing through her and around him. He buckled, pushing down on her hip a little to keep her in place as fucked harder.

“Princess, ah god--” The ball of heat tightened and exploded and he came hard, not able to stop it. Pulling out, he discarded the condom and went for her toys. He’d punish her and play with her until he was ready to go again, because there was no way this night was already over.

*

Brian petted one of her pigtails as he laid behind her, still enjoying the last moments of being inside her. His muscled arm wound around her middle.
“I don’t want to let you go, little one.” He whispered.
“Then don’t, Brian. I don’t want to go away.”
“I know, honey. But it’s what’s best.” He cupped her jaw, making her look at him, “You realize if you were to stay with me...we can’t have children, we can’t ever get married?”
“What if I don’t want any of those things?”
“You’re young, honey, and I’m your father. You should at least have the choice later of those things.”

He’d held her all night, barely sleeping himself as he watched her pretty face--not looking forward to living in his house by himself.

***

Rayven did alright grade wise, which surprised the hell out of both her and her father. She made a few friends, but kept her distance. One of the few people she hung out with was Chris, the boy she’d gone on a date with just to make Brian jealous (which to be fair...had worked). They didn’t date any further, but she enjoyed being around him when they were with their friends just because he reminded her of him.

More than once they’d wound up making out in the park or at a movie or in her dorm room. But it never went very far.

Brian’s voice always echoed in her mind.

“...you’re mine. No one else….”


She always found some lame excuse or another to blow Chris off, and he was fairly understanding. Or maybe just persistent.

Rayven loved hearing Brian’s soothing, waterfall of a voice over the phone, but it became harder and harder to hear the more she missed him. She knew he would never let anything intimate happen via anything trackable, so even their conversations on the phone remained innocent, even if tortured. So she found that over a couple of months, she called less and less.

Brian made himself go on a few dates to try and deal. No matter how distant or not into the date or boring he was, the women he wound up on dates with always seemed to think that was hot for some fucked reason and he’d always wind up in bed with them.

Every time he played his game. Every time they couldn’t handle his wishes. The first time, he’d gotten so frustrated, he asked her to leave right after she came. The second woman he punished mercilessly, so much so that she left. The third took the punishment rather well and he actually got to come inside her. So he fucked the third woman every now and then, finding that there was nothing he could do that would erase Rayven from his mind.

It took everything he had not to scream her name, because she’s who he pictured, her pussy or her mouth he imagine finishing into, her perfect compliance versus the average he was getting.

Both of them counted down the days until Thanksgiving break.

***

“You know why she keeps you around, right?” Eva teased Chris one night after Rayven had left for the night. By keep you around, she obviously meant the tease you past your limits but never, ever put out. The other girl, Tina, giggled beside both of them.

Chris raised a brow at her teasingly, knowing full well Eva wished he was constantly trying to get with her instead of Rayven, “And I suppose you do?”

Eva chortled sarcastically, “You’ve seen that photo of them in her room, right? Heck, you went to high school with her, you’ve probably met the guy.” She rolled her eyes with exaggerated pleasure before glancing at Tina, who only grinned back knowingly, “Not that I blame her. Her dad’s fucking hot.”
Tina continued to giggle, “And did you see their goodbye when he dropped her off? Puh-lease.”

Chris’s skin crawled, “Dude, what? Gross.”
“C’mon. That girl has daddy issues written all over her. I love her, she’s cool as shit, but seriously. Notice how she doesn’t date at all? Or even fuck around? And you look just. like. him.” She smirked, delivering the line as both creepy news and a compliment at the same time.

The college boy with the long, dyed black hair blew out his cigarette smoke, “Eva, stop being such a gossip queen. That’s just wrong.” He walked off, shaking his head...but began to put things together.

*

Brian waited for his daughter’s train to arrive at the station, strung out and fidgety. He couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep. The train arrived and he sprung to his feet, trying to remain calm. He strained to look for her, knowing full well raising up on his toes wouldn’t do any good. Suddenly out of nowhere, Rayven emerged from the crowd and threw her arms around his middle.

Closing his eyes, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her hair, taking in her scent. He resisted the urge to bend and kiss her, and instead kept an arm around her shoulders as they quickly headed to his car, “How’s my baby girl?”
“It’s good to be home, daddy.”

The small talk on the drive home was strained...forced. He was hard as a fucking rock all the way home and she was more than agitated, her thighs pressed together so tightly it was almost painful. They each did their best to calmly walk through the front door--only to wind up on top of each other on the floor the moment the door closed.

“I missed you so much, baby girl.” His puppy brown eyes were so soft--glimmery from unshed tears.

Rayven wanted to say how much she’d missed him as well, but knew the second the words left her lips she’d never stop crying. Instead, she pulled him down from where he hovered over her and kissed him longingly.

Brian pressed his hips downward, a light whimper of yearning exiting his lips as he held her closer and closer. These months without her had been way worse than what was only three months should have been. But then again they’d been pretty much inseparable for 18 goddamn years. Before Rayven could even understand what he was doing, he’d stood--her in his arms bridal style as he strode across the house to his bedroom. Slamming the door shut, he laid her down gently on the bed before beginning the for once unhurried process of derobing her.

Rayven had immediately noticed the different ambiance of the room. He’d lit nice smelling candles and the lighting had been changed somewhat so that they were more strategically placed and gave off a warmer glow that she couldn’t wait to see shimmering off his naked chest.

He finally pulled his shirt over his head and she inhaled deeply, her eyes widening as they skirted over his thickened chest and slightly more cut abs and bigger biceps.

“Daddy.”




The word was a breathless moan at her lips. He chuckled as he crawled over her, a darkening sparkle in his brown eyes.

“Living without you has proven quite frustrating, Rayven.” He lowered his lips until they were ghosting over the flesh under her jawline, “I hope you approve.”
Her little fingers trailed over his pecs, absolutely way past speechless. Brian nuzzled her earlobe, “I’ve told you countless times about calling me that, princess.”

Ray moaned and arched back when he thickened up against her inside his jeans, “Brian…” She wasn’t sure how she’d make it through one of his sessions. Once he was began doing anything to her, she was going to come no matter what he said.

She blushed slightly when Brian pushed his jeans down off his erection, his boxers following them onto the floor. As he settled in between her knees above her, she could immediately sense this wasn’t going to be like their other times together. Holding himself up on his elbows, his hooded eyes gazed down at her as his fingers played with her hair, “Rayven...I’m going to be a selfish son of a bitch tonight. I need to...have you without protection. I need to come inside you. I’ll get you plan b in the morning, if you’ll just give me this tonight. If you don’t want to, I completely understand. But...oh god, I’m hoping you’ll say yes.”

Rayven bit her bottom lip, taking his cut jawline in her hands, “Of course Brian. Take me, please. We deserve this.”

With that, he surged forward--burying himself deep within her silken depths.

“Oh, Rayv...jesus…” He held her tight as he rolled his hips, lashes fluttering with how wonderfully tight she was. His jaw fell slack as he attempted to stay in control, licking at his lips in concentration as he went a little deeper.

Rayven moaned away in his arms, more than overwhelmed--both by his size and by the feeling of being back in his caring embrace. His long fingers stroked gently over her hair, “Come, baby. As much as you want.”

Their bodies close, she buried her face in his shoulder as she came, her orgasm lasting longer than any other because she’d been so long without him. When she was done, Brian paused, his hips against hers as his eyes met hers.



After a heated stare, his lips crashed over hers, his tongue claiming his prize as his body claimed the rest of her.

“I’m not going to last, baby girl…” He grunted against her mouth, his cock already pulsing with want. She felt so divine truly naked and wrapped so tight and wet around him.

“I’m close, it’s okay…” Rayven barely whispered, clinging to his much longer hair as she reveled in the feeling of his bare thickness sliding inside her. The words had barely left her when she arched off the bed again, crying out.

“Rayven...fuck…” Brian wrapped his arms around her, pushing all the way into her as he came hard, jet after jet expelling into her welcoming heaven.

He shivered when her lips kissed across his neck and shoulder, her fingers soothing over his back. His body slumped against hers, his lips kissing her forehead and then her mouth before he pulled out gingerly and laid next to her. She grinned wide, cuddling into his side.

After awhile, she looked up into his sweet brown eyes and reached up to touch his long hair, “Your hair...it's beautiful.” He wrapped his long fingers around hers, kissing the inside of her wrist, his smoky eyes never leaving hers. The extreme buffness and the hair together made him look years younger. Or maybe it was just that look in his eyes.

“I can’t believe how grown up you look, princess,” Brian mused with the ironic pet name, running a finger along her jawline, “It’s wonderful to have you back with me, even if for just a few days.”
“Do I have to go back?”
“Yes, honey.” Brian stroked her hair affectionately.
“I…” Rayven paused, swallowing hard with what she wanted to tell him, “I don’t want to go back in January, Dad.”

His eyes darkened, “Don’t do that. I’m not your father anymore.” He didn’t want to say it, but he wasn’t. A father never would have let this happen.

She scowled, “Then I guess you can’t very well tell me what to do.” Rayven sat up and crossed her arms, glaring at him.

Brian sat up, resting an elbow on his bent knee. His eyes grew even more hooded as he smirked darkly, “I think we both know just how much you love me telling you what to do, baby girl.”

Rayven tried to tell herself that she was mad at him and that hadn’t just turned her the fuck on. Their sweet moment was gone, replaced by carnal lust for only a flash of time before his eyes softened a little.

“Don’t do this, Rayv. Not tonight. Can we just talk about this later and enjoy these moments we have together?” His voice went back to its normal alto, after its sudden moment of dominance. She softened, not able to say no to those doe brown eyes. Settling back into his muscled embrace, they talked softly into the night until they both were fast asleep.

***

“Up ya go, Princess. Rise and shine.”

He’d somehow dressed her in comfy pajamas without her waking up, now lifting her in his arms off the bed and out onto the couch. Snuggling her face into his flexed pec, she didn’t want to let him go.

“C’mon, I made pancakes and the parade’s about to start. It’s your favorite.”

This brought a cute smile to Rayven’s face. It was one of their many traditions, and she let it soothe her homesickness. He set a plate in front of her on a TV tray, watching her with a wide smile on his face when she lathered the plate with way more syrup than necessary. Immediately blocking out all the other memories of her with the pancakes when she was younger, he filled his own plate and strengthened his resolve to enjoy the day with her.

Towards the end of the parade, as they were chatting with his arm across her shoulders, his doorbell rang. The two looked at one another questioningly, wondering who the hell would be at the door on Thanksgiving.

“Roslyn? Uh, hi?” Brian opened the door, suddenly breaking a sweat. This was trouble in capital letters, underlined, in italics and with exclamation points at the end.

“Hey, Bri,” He cringed when she called him that right in front of his daughter, who was doubt giving him the stink eye at his back right now. And he couldn’t really blame her, “Sorry for not calling first, I just thought I’d see what you had going on today. I don’t have any family around here, so…”

“Well, I do.” Brian immediately realized he’d just growled the words out and mentally face-palmed himself. Fuck. There was no way around this, “But, you’re more than welcome to spend an early dinner with us.”
“Really? I’m not intruding?”

Of course you’re fucking intruding.

“Not at all. Roslyn,” He ushered her inside and took her coat, “Meet my daughter, Rayven. Rayven, this is Roslyn.”

Rayv wasn’t a child anymore. She knew she had to behave or else this strange woman might find out and then they’d take him away from her. There could be a fight and yelling later--right now, she had to become the best actress who ever lived.

“Nice to meet you.” It’s what she could muster, along with a warm smile and a wave from the couch. She smirked to herself when she got an eyeful of this woman. At first her anger had bubbled up inside--she had no idea he was fucking other people, she certainly hadn’t been. But her anger lessened somewhat when she raked her eyes over the other female.

Young. Short. Dark hair, dark eyes. Rayven prayed for his sake that Roslyn didn’t immediately notice their similarities. They weren’t so obvious that anyone would notice, hopefully, just his offspring. Roslyn, of course, was still quite a bit older than Rayven was--had an air of maturity about her than Ray lacked.

The younger woman began to steam when she wondered if they had more similarities, in the bedroom. Narrowing her eyes, Rayven clenched her fists and tried to stay calm. There was no way this woman was as compliant as she was, was there? A sudden feeling of inadequacy and feeling like a young twerp gripped her. Maybe there were women out there who actually made her look like the young woman she was. Maybe there were women out there who could satisfy him much more than she could. Rayven stood, needing to get the hell out of there quickly.

“I’ll be back in a little bit. I should work on that paper for a little bit.” She attempted a smile and made for the stairs.

“She probably doesn’t like women you date, I’m guessing.” Roslyn rounded the corner of the kitchen island as he started getting more things ready for the main meal of the weekend.

“You can say that again,” Brian chuckled, trying to play it off, “She really does have a history paper that she’s struggling with, though. Don’t worry, she’ll warm up to you.”

No she won’t. And I wouldn’t want her to.

He had no idea how to play this. Could he get away with telling her he wasn’t looking for a relationship or something? Any scenario he came up with, though, still made him worry about her figuring out the real situation here. So he vowed to deal with it after Ray had gone back to school and muddle through this evening.

“Ya know...while she’s upstairs doing homework...isn’t your bedroom downstairs?”

Yeah, the one they’d made love on last night? That’s the one.

Brian cleared his throat and steeled himself so he didn’t seem angry. He was not the least turned on right now. He straightened and turned to her, smiling sideways, “As much as I’d very much enjoy that, I don’t think it’s really very appropriate, and I have a ton of cooking to do. You’re more than welcome to watch tv, sit here and keep me company, whatever you’d like.”

Roslyn insisted on staying in the kitchen and he had to admit, her company wasn’t the worst. He knew why he liked her and he wasn’t proud of it, but that didn’t change the fact that he loved how much like Ray she was. They chatted and he did his best to keep insinuation out of his voice whenever she made him speak of his daughter. They’d never spent this much time talking before, it was mostly just fucking. It was true that Roslyn was a fantastic submissive--she always obeyed perfectly. That’s how he’d figured out why he loved Rayven’s submissiveness in bed so much--hers had an edge of defiance about it that made her subservience all the more delicious when he received it. But Roslyn would do when Ray wasn’t there, and possibly even….nope, he still couldn’t bring himself to think of a future with anyone else.

Brian knew he’d be in for one hell of a fight when Roslyn left. There would be crying, yelling...dammit, why’d she have to come over? They’d been having such a nice morning. But Rayven was going to be so angry at him. He didn’t dare go up and try and comfort her now, that wouldn’t end well. So he just had to wait.

Eventually she came back downstairs, and in one fell swoop ruined all of the patience Brian had. A bowl clattered to the floor, gravy going everywhere. As Roslyn rushed to help him clean it up, he gave Rayven a flat look.



She hadn’t dressed up, but had changed into a tight tshirt and jeans that, while they looked comfy and casual, also played to all her curves and made her look much older. Especially with the bit of makeup she’d put on. Rayven pretended to ignore him, plopping on the couch and turning on the tv until dinner was ready.

Dinner was more than awkward. Rayven did her best to be nice, hoping her disinterest came across as teenage brattiness and not jealousy. Roslyn slowly got answers out of her, asking about college and music and such.

“So...how’d you two meet?” Ray fired a look at the woman across from her before over to the man at the head of the table.

Roslyn’s cheeks were burning, but fortunately Rayven was currently glaring at her father. Brian cleared his throat, not about to tell his daughter that they’d met in a dom/sub chat room.

“Blind date, actually. Woman at work set us up. We’ve been out several times.” He forced a smile over at Ros, refusing to meet Ray’s icy stare.

Rayven immediately knew it was a lie, he always had this ever so slight raise of his eyebrows when he lied.



She wasn’t even sure that he knew she knew. So how did they actually meet? The chances of her lasting through this excruciating dinner were waning by the second.

*

Brian closed the door, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Steeling his resolve once again, he turned around to face her wrath. Oh, it was so, so much worse than he thought, though.

Rayven was bursting at the seams, steam coming out of her ears, and ready for the fight of her life. But when those brown eyes turned to look at her, all puppy-like--she burst into tears. Refusing to cry all afternoon, the flood gates opened as she buried her face in her hands.

He rushed over and enveloped her in his arms, cradling her head to his chest, tears pricking his own eyes, “Oh, baby girl, shhhh.” Hoping against hope that she’d just give in and let him make her feel better, he crossed his fingers and stroked her hair. Only a few moments went by before his hopes were shattered.

She pushed him away with all her little might, tears and makeup streaking her cheeks, “You’ve been fucking her!! You didn’t even tell me she exists, you did what you did to me last night, and then humiliate me today!! Is this what you want, to embarrass me?!?”

“Honey, of course that’s not what I want!” Brian yelled a little louder than he’d meant to, “Rayven, look at her. You can’t tell me you don’t see it. The only reason I’m with her is because I miss you!! I tried, Ray, I really did! For you, I tried. To move on, to date, hell even fuck. But she was the only one I could stand, and you know why!!” He tentatively moved closer to her as she wiped at the still-flowing tears. It tore his heart out to see her like this.

“You want me to go back to school, fine, I’ll go. So you can fuck your little look alike.” Her narrowed eyes fired as jealousy lit up her insides and her tone finally rose from sad to hurt to pissed off.

“That’s not--” Brian bellowed as he stepped to her and shook a finger in her face, “This is not why I want you back in school and you know it!!” Her comment had hit its target dead on and before he had any idea how well it was working, his chest was heaving and he’d leaned down to glower into her face, “Be a good little girl and get in that room before I have to carry you.” He pointed towards his bedroom door, doing the only thing he knew with absolute surety would work.

Rayven teased her bottom lip in between her teeth, keeping his narrowed gaze over her shoulder as she turned around, “Yes, daddy.”

Alright, that’s it.

Brian gave a low growl and stood, throwing her over a shoulder and marching into his bedroom, a firm smack landing on her ass before she was promptly set down to stand at the edge of the bed and her wrists shackled to each bedpost, facing away from him. The snarling male ripped off her shirt and bra, tearing off her jeans in a hurry to get on with it. Brian scooped his shirt over his head, barely able to breathe, and stuffed a hunk of it in her mouth so she’d have something to bite down on. Rayven’s eyes widened when she looked down and found a smallish rectangular paddle caressing over her breasts and stomach. The anticipation of a paddle on her sent electric tingles over her skin.

“Is this what you want, daddy?” She breathed hard, trying to make him crack with the petulant child she was being as she spit out the shirt, “Is this what she can’t give you?”

Brian stuffed the shirt back in her mouth angrily. He swung back and let the wood to do the work as his first strike hit her ass. His deep voice husked in her ear from behind her, “If you’re going to act like a brat, then I’m going to fuck you like one.”

Without any warning, his cock was inside her--stretching her fully as she moaned into his tshirt. Yanking at the cuffs, she tried to take it and not come yet. His thrusts were deep and hard and accented--partially meant as punishment. She whined when he left her, but she knew it would only be temporary and would mean more of the paddle.

Sure enough, it came it unbelievably hard slaps, accompanied by words hissed through his teeth, “That’s, not, my, name.”
After four in a row, she was panting and moaning uncontrollably, her come starting to run down a thigh as she waited for him. He removed the shirt from her mouth.

“Say my name.” He demanded as he shoved inside her once more.
“Brian!” She arched back, her pupil blown eyes now begging up at him as he fucked her. Much too short for this position, he quickly untied her and moved her knees to the edge of the bed, pushing her down onto all fours.

“Yes, this is what I want. Your submission. Don’t come. No one else can...oh, fuck...no one does it like you do, baby…”

The honesty in his gruff voice as his cock filled her made her heart sing. The sadness of the day drifted away, replaced by the wonderful things he made her feel. He was going quite hard on her, but Rayven knew she could do it because it’s what he wanted. Her elbows gave out, her cheek hitting the sheets as her back sloped, but she still took it.

Brian groaned aloud, the view of her ass high in the air more than he could take. Now he was in a mood.
“Don’t move.” Leaving her, he rolled on a condom and opened a small bottle, grinning wide, “I know how much you love this, baby. Naughty girls get naughty things done to them.”

Starting with two fingers, he prepped her until she was nice and ready. By the time his steeled length was pushing inside her asshole, Rayven knew she wasn’t going to last despite her efforts.
“I’m going to come, Brian, stop--”
“No you’re not.”

Pausing, he leaned over and reached around her, slipping a small clip over her engorged clit and lips. It wouldn’t prevent her climax, but it would help.

Brian took his time fucking her ass, slow, fast, slow, fast. When he knew she was bordering on insanity, he pulled out, removed the condom and her clip, and stuffed her full of his throbbing cock.

“Come, baby girl.”

Her screams were epic. Her pussy spasmed hard, her slick walls pulsing around his shaft as his head tipped back and he moaned.



Her come drenched the sheets under them as she ejaculated hard over and over, his shallow movements milking her crashing waves until she was one hundred percent spent.

It was precisely what each of them needed, but as her eyelids eventually drifted open--she realized he hadn’t come yet.

Almost giddy, Rayven pulled off, whirling around and sucking him down before he even saw it coming.

“Oh, fuck yes…” He clenched and unclenched his long fingers into fists, before finally giving in and grasping into her hair. Careful to use gentle movements, he thrust lightly into her throat, groaning thickly each time it grabbed around his head, “Princess...fuck, you give the best head…”
When her little hand grabbed his sac, Brian was done. Jaw tensed hard, he tried to decide whether he wanted the wonderful feeling of coming on her tongue or all over those beautiful breasts. Nope, neither would do.

In a quick movement, he had her back on the bed, his body over her, and his cock pulsing into her sweet, wet pussy. Oh, fuck it was so good. Naked and warm and so inviting. She watched his beautiful face scrunch as he came inside her, the shallow jerks of his slim hips making her come quietly with him.



His aftershocks seemed to go on for eternity, his orgasm knocking the wind out of him as it emptied into her and left him boneless. Slumping over her, Brian sighed and chuckled into her neck, letting her small hands smooth over his back and momentarily calm his lacerated soul.

They had the entire weekend left. Everything else, they could deal with later.

***

Notes

The girls on the dates that find detached/bored Brian hot: ALL YOU SYNNERS, haha.

So I noticed I mentioned him licking his lips twice in this chapter. Not that you guys care, but omg he does it ALL THE TIME. How do you guys stand it!?! I've always been glad I'm not a Syn girl, cause man I don't know how you guys aren't all dead. The man's just too fucking perfect.

You can thank Ghost for the "if you're going to act like a brat, I'm going to fuck you like one" line, that was all her. Fuck, so hot! I'd like to think this chapter had some pretty smokin' one-liners by Bri, and you're welcome for the rest.

Hope you guys enjoyed this story, ya fuckers, it's about to be over in maybe 1-2 more chapters, so enjoy it while it lasts!!! : ) Please comment!!

Comments

Impatiently waiting for an update

VIISYNS VIISYNS
5/1/22

No shit! I forgot about this insatiable fuckedupedness!

Misery Misery
12/12/21

@california_gurl
Sweeeeet! Happy to see you guys are still reading this, lol

violetvictoria violetvictoria
2/12/21

So happy to come back to these two

california_gurl california_gurl
2/10/21

It looks like Brooks is going to town in that gif too *lmfao*