“…and don’t take her anywhere too rowdy. I know you and she knows I’m going to ask! Just do something quiet! You’re not impressing anyone with being showy. She’s not impressed. I’m not impressed. And the judge sure as hell isn’t going to be impressed! Are you listening? You’re sitting there like a goddamn tree again.”
As the droning paused for a response, he unclenched his jaw and opened his eyes, now bringing the phone closer to his ear. In the moment of respite, he could finally get a word in. *Fuck me, how does she talk this long?* He groaned internally, hesitant to let it be heard.
“Yeah, I’m listening,” he grumbled flatly. He peeked through the window, hoping to see the car rolling into the parking lot below so this sermon could finally be over. He almost felt himself dissociating during these long rants about his parenting ability. Hell, any rant at all coming from this woman would be enough to make him uneasy and dead-eyed. “You’re really still going on about that? Look, Ellie was doing fine she just didn’t hold on to the rei-“
“Her *name* is Amelia. And I don’t care how well she was doing! It’s a goddamn animal!”
A high voice pierced out following the last, but not cold and vindictive like the other. “He can call me that! It’s fine, we talked…” She sounded indignant but afraid to speak louder as her voice trailed off.
“No! No, not when I’m around! He can call you whatever he likes in his own time! You’re don’t ever ask to visit this time of the month! This should still *my* time!” The little speaker strained against the volume of her voice. It warbled and passed, ringing his ear uncomfortably, forcing him to hold it back out away from him. A sigh left him, almost like his soul was being sucked out by the harpy.
“Jesus…It’s a horse, Olivia. You’re scared of a horse? They have five year olds ride them, for fuck’s sake,” he continued pointlessly. His arguments with her had long ceased to be fun in any way, but he held on to the habit of endlessly riling her up. Below, a sleek black car pulled into the parking lot and smoothly slid into an available space. He missed that car. Very much. His eyes flicked to his own car, also black, but tired and old. He shut his eyes and inhaled a long breath before blowing it out.
“I do not care. Just stay inside for once and entertain her, okay? Simple fun. No animals. No stupid medieval fairs. Bring her back in one piece this time.”
“Sure,” he muttered. “See you next week.” He tapped the phone and slipped it away into his pocket. “Bitch.” Resigning himself to the couch, he recovered his composure and waited. He scratched at his beard and combed his tussled hair out of face. Only an hour ago had he woken up, and then the scramble to fix the mess around the apartment had begun. He couldn’t even get to himself, leaving his beard ragged, his sticking up, and his clothes wrinkled. A simple jacket covered the worst of it, but nothing was free from criticism when it came to his ex-wife. Ellie however, she could see him dressed in sweats and a stained shirt and still have some appreciation. That alone made this all worth it.
The knock finally came at the door, not incessant and demanding, but quietly eager. Frowning, he picked himself up and strode over, unclicking the three locks quick as he could before yanking the door open to greet his visitor with raised brows. In front of him stood a short girl in a large, black hoodie emblazoned with a pair of embracing skeletons. She looked up, flashing a sheepish little grin—hair and eyes dark to match the rest of her outfit. Only her pale skin, her patterned skirt and socks, and the red shoes popped with any color against the rest of her. The grin faded as his concern did not shift into joy at seeing her. He peeked around the threshold as if expecting the woman to jump and claw at him, “Ellie? Where’s your mother?”
“Um, she said…busy or something,” she answered helpfully at first but seemed to lose interest in her own response. She simply shrugged to finish the sentence and started leaning in place to see into the apartment. “So, we just gonna stand here…daddy?” Her lips tugged into a little smile and mischief played in her eyes.
He shook his head and chuckled awkwardly. “No, of course not. That’s just…not like her.” He turned out of te way, holding the door wide. She slinked inside smoothly, her eyes on him, until she stopped at his front and peered up through heavy lashes.
“And? At least she’s gone. Aren’t you sick of fucking dealing with her? I am.” She smirks and lays a hand on his chest. She flicked her eyes at the gaping doorway and then back. Her other hand hooked a thumb under his belt and she began to tug, unwinding the belt slowly. “Can we just forget about her for a little?”
He swung the door closed and for a moment, they simply watched each other’s eyes dart around, focused but quivering. His head tilted, as if studying her, and a his lips went from a cold line into a colder smile.
“You’re getting greedy.”
“I know.”
He chuckled dryly and his hand shot up to her neck, clamping down like a talon. “You’re going to piss her off, you realize that? She might not be willing to drive you over at all anymore.”
She pouted, mockingly or not, he really couldn’t quite tell. “Oh, I guess you’ll have to buy me a car, daddy. Something cool. Like a hearse!” She giggled after and her eyes flicked down to his wrist. The tease in her voice was more than enough to irk him. A light squeeze of his hand made her suck in a small breath, but she kept that dancing smile on her face.
“Shut up,” he whispered. She seemed to want to continue her little duel with him, but she graciously forfeited. Her hand finished with the belt and the clink of metal sounded to signal her success. On to her next point of interest, she slid her hand over his thigh and the large bulge forming there. Her fingers swooped over the shape, back and forth, petting and stroking. He saw her eyes squint with a bit of self-satisfaction and she peeked up, biting her lip.
He pulled down on her neck and she followed, sinking into a dark pile at his feet. Her legs poked out, splayed in different directions behind her as she sat flat against the floor. His hand trailed up over her cheek as she passed out of his reach. Now he wound his fingers in her hair, gently tugging her forward. She responded well, eagerly setting herself upon his button and zipper. She hooked her two fingers over the waistband and pulled down.
A heavy cock sprung out and swayed in front of her. The tip glistened wetly, nearly touching her lips. She backed away instinctively and despite some nervous glances, her small mouth opened wide as a tease. It was always a relief for him and he enjoyed the way she seemed almost giddy to open up her present. It hadn’t always been that way, but now it was well-earned. She didn’t need the instruction, but a little encouragement helped. He tugged her closer by her hair and forced the tip against her pale, pink lips.
She closed her mouth and pouted, trying to pull away while she stuttered out a cry. “W-wait! One more thing, then I’ll shut up!” He groaned but flicked his brows at her as permission to speak. She inhaled deep and closed her eyes before opening them again, wide and with a taunting grin. She seemed steadier now and more determined. “Okay…go.”
“There’s my girl,” he crooned and pulled hard on her hair while he hips thrusted forward. Whether she reacted to the pain or out of eagerness to begin, she leaned forward and met his shaft, closing her mouth tight around it. He slid in about half his length before he heard and felt her gag. A quick contraction that subsided as she withdrew from his tip. Subsided far too quickly for his liking, actually. He held her hair more for his own balance than her guidance as she more than willing to satisfy the length of his lust. That was obvious enough by the way her tongue went from tentative to passionate within the first few seconds.
She mumbled some reply to him as his cock pumped in her mouth. More than anything else, her eyes were her words to him. She seemed a bit shocked, as always, maybe more at herself than his size. But shock passed and become hunger. Her lips and chin now shined with drool, the way a bitch with a bone might look after a month without food. It was a good look for her and she agreed with appreciative eyes as he admired her.
His foot slid forward between her plump thighs and she hopped on as if riding a bike. She moved slowly, grinding into the top of his brown boot in sync with her head bobbing back and forth. Each time her head came forward to throat his cock, her ass followed soon after, creating a cycle that helped her do both. She pinched her hoodie at the front and tugged it up slightly, questioning him with a raised brow.
“No, I don’t want…to see it yet,” he declined, effortfully keeping his voice level. A drawn-out whine squeaked out of her and she rolled her eyes. She let the cloth drop, somewhat disappointed, and her movements lost the excitement that brought him peak pleasure. She simply decided to sit on his shoe, taking the cock smoothly.
He slammed in hard, making her choke, her eyes watering for a moment as she searched his face frantically. She quickly started her rhythm again, maybe even more energetically now that he had spurred her.
“That doesn’t mean never, you whiny little bitch. I wouldn’t dress you for nothing,” he growled at her. His frown lightened a bit as she resumed her duty. He shut his eyes and tilted his head up, trying to keep that image of her on his dark lids a bit longer. He panged with guilt at her genuine worry, but all for the best. She was still learning afterall.
While his eyes shut, she was deprived of a gaze that felt like a rough, soothing hand. She thought to replace with her own by slipping her fingers under her clothes to poke and prod and stroke at her sensitive parts. One hand flitted between her sizeable tits, pinching and flicking. The other fingers pulled her skirt up, exposing a soaked, bare cunt that slid wetly along his boot. She spread her needy kitty with a pair of fingers, letting more of it’s hidden surface be caressed by the leather.
She moaned into his groin, forcing herself to take as much as she could. Her chin pressed softly against his shorn hair and heated balls, and she twisted her head about his shaft as though she were practicing a deep kiss. It sent electric surges up his crotch and into his chest. He gritted his teeth and felt his resolve stretch like a band. His heart pounded and, without a doubt, she could feel his thudding pulse through his heated rod.
She encouraged him with more muffled moans, yelps, and whines. He rammed her mouth harder with every one of them, but she couldn’t have expected the amount of rough control he had been aching to exert. A month of stress came rising through him and he wanted to quicken it out of himself. His hips swung with eagerness and his legs felt tense. She seemed to suck harder at times, somehow tighter and looser depending how on how fast he fucked her mouth or how roughly she ride his boot. He loved how reactive she was, especially when two hands were now gripping her head, holding her steady while his thrumming cock built up a desire.
He felt how hot her skin became with more of this treatment. Her pale face was a deep pink now and she looked up uncertainly at him through fluttering eyes. She was still there, but not altogether focused. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen. Maybe it was some cumdrunk desire. Maybe even how light headed her rubbing was making her. In any case, she was drifting away, but still aware enough to match his eyes as he looked down at her messy, drooling face. She squinted again and he felt her mouth tighten him. She maoned teasingly and her tongue slid over his tip and finally, flicked the switch holding him back.
“No, no, oh fuck-” he hissed and his breath came shalow and panting as he made his final violent thrusts into her pretty mouth.
“Mmhmm.” She looked up, triumphant and pleased but soon enough, the roughness with which he handled her made her moans becomes jumpy, wobbling noises.
With a sack that cramped and surprised even himself, he exploded a month of stress down her waiting throat, making his girl gag and swallow hungrily around his cock. It twitched and bucked and pumped spurt after spurt and she lapped at every wave of pleasure.
“Mmpf!” She sputtered, eyes wide and fluttering, trying to pull herself off at first, but he held her firmly in place until she simply sat limp and teary–breathing raggedly through her nose. She opened her mouth after a bit, cock still twitching against her teeth and tongue, and gasped–heavy and desperate for air. Her breath was hot and it tingled against his sensitive head and so his hand came down to her chin and pushed up. She seemed confused at first but then obediently shut her jaw, sealing in his cock.
He moved her head slowly and she took to the rhythm well, cleaning his cock completely and making little grimaces at the taste. When she’d done her job, she held him warmly in her mouth and pleaded through messy eyes like a dog. He nodded, almost delirious, and pushed her off. His cock popped out of her mouth with a wet sound and it trailed a bit of spit and cum down her chin.
Of all things, he expected a rebuke now. Some kind of complaint or anger. They’d never been this rough with her throat before. But where he expected a scowl, he saw her sleepily smiling, dazed and thoughtful. She licked her lips and groaned as she moved her jaw around, but, otherwise, she was unbothered. And it annoyed him.
“Oh…uhm, woah…” she giggled and crossed her eyes. She shook her head and tried to focus her gaze on his cock and then on his face.
It would have been cute, were he not so unfulfilled. He pulled her up by the hair and she yelped loudly before gritting her teeth.
“Daddy? Wait, I did it-wait, wait! But I did it! I did it, didn’t I? Can’t we do the rest later? You know, l-like rest or some-something?” The teasing tone was gone now and replaced by genuine desperation. Worry was making lines on her smooth face and her small, abused mouth downturned into a frown.
“You did do it. Now go sit on the couch,” he hissed at her and pushed her forward. He circled around her and stopped by the doorway to his bedroom.
She chuckled nervously and licked her lips. She looked like a frightened animal with how she fidgeted in place. A small shaky voice came out of her. “Now who’s being greedy?” She looked sidelong at him and then back at the couch. Fear was on her now. She expected this, of course, but the way he almost growled and bared his teeth at her made her far more nervous than she ever had been ready for. And he was starting to prefer that.
He dipped into his room and found the things that would allow him to really indulge himself. A couple rags and a shiny red ball gag that stood out in the dark. He came out, dangling it at his side for her to see. Whether she was excited or nervous, he couldn’t tell, but that didn’t matter much anyway. He met her worry with his own hesitation but the distance was closed and soon, he had strapped her up and stuffed her mouth.
“Ready?” he purred into the top of her head.
“Nnn-”
“Great. Let’s start.”
~To Be Continued or something, something, something. I dunno.~
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