Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Sometimes, when I’m working in the studio, I have to stop what I’m doing and jerk off to the memories the three of us have made together. The nights of ecstasy she’s given us, although our nights alone have a special appeal, too. Dean has solo dates with Ruby on Mondays. I have alone time with her on Wednesday. And we both take Friday and Saturday. She reserves three nights a week for herself. To read.
We hate not seeing her, but we respect her privacy.
Ha.
That’s a bald-faced lie.
We track her phone and have surveillance set up here at the house and the bookstore, which has led to a whole host of problems.
As if to punctuate my point, the front door of the house bangs open and Dean marches Ruby down the front steps and across the driveway, throwing her face down over the black hood of his Maserati, yanking her tight black skirt up to her waist and exposing that delicious backside. Next, her red thong panties are pulled down to her ankles and he begins to spank her, roughly, with the flat of his hand, while she mewls.
I fumble for the overhead device that closes the privacy gate and press the button, cursing Dean for not double checking the property had been sealed. But then, all I can do is watch with rapt interest as a disheveled Dean, tie askew, punishes his little girl on the hood of his sports car, rolling down the driver’s side window, so I can listen to the sharp slaps and what’s being said. I’m pretty sure I know what this is about.
“I’m starting to think you wear short skirts to work to make me fucking crazy, Ruby,” Dean grunts through his teeth, the swats of her ass echoing across the yard.
Yup. It’s exactly what I suspected.
While in work today, I had the bookstore surveillance feed open on my phone, as usual, and witnessed the increasing—and insufferable—flow of male clientele with my own two eyes. The major drawback of having a secret relationship is other men not knowing Ruby is taken. When she’s home, she wears two fat diamond rings on her left hand. She can’t wear them in Sip and Flip, however, so every man with a working cock tries to get her number. Or ask her out on a date. Needless to say, it’s a source of contention. Doesn’t matter that Ruby is one thousand percent committed to us and vice versa. We’re still jealous motherfuckers.
“Daddy, it’s just a skirt!”
“No, it’s a skirt on you. It doesn’t look the same on you as it would look on anyone else. Not when you’ve got this gorgeous ass underneath, all tricked out in a tiny red thong. Don’t tell me it’s just a skirt. It’s a shortcut to what every man wants. And what they want is ours.” He throws a gesture in my direction as I’m climbing out of the SUV, already unzipping my pants to let my erection breathe. “His and mine.”
Ruby watches my approach with big, innocent eyes that cloud with more and more heat as Dean continues to spank her backside.
“I know I belong to you. I love belonging to you.”
Dean kisses his way down her back, burying his face between the lush, reddened cheeks of her ass, rubbing side to side with a groan. “Then stop making us insane. I don’t like men talking to my little girl.”
“D-Daddy, what are you doing?” she moans, shyly pushing her bottom higher.
“I’m showing you what those men want when they come into the bookstore. I’m licking this tight, sexy asshole.”
Ruby gasps. “You can’t!”
“Watch me,” he growls, jiggling that pucker with the tip of his tongue, all while he wrestles with the fly of his dress pants, taking his cock out and stroking, stroking, in time with his tongue. “Time for her to learn a lesson. Isn’t that right, Cameron?”
“Teach it to her, Dean.”
“Gladly.” He crowds closer to her upturned ass, bringing his dick up between her legs and circling the tip against her pussy hole. “I’m going to come in front. Where do you want to put yours?”
“All over her pretty face,” I pant, getting a rhythm going with my own hand, my balls drawn up high and tight, sensitive after forty-eight hours without her. “If I even make it that long. You know I love watching her get a lesson.”
“Good.” He covers her mouth with his right hand and rams himself deep inside her cunt, tightening his hold when she screams. “That’s exactly what she’s getting.”
Ruby
I’m the luckiest girl in the world, I think, as my tits and stomach squeak up and back on the hood of the Maserati, Dean’s fat shaft arrowing deep enough to feel in my tummy. I would say I have the best of both worlds, but I have even more than that. I have the best of all worlds. Friendship with two incredible women. A Daddy who spoils me with Harry Winston jewelry and private jet trips to the Caribbean. A soulful poet who isn’t ashamed of his kink anymore and has grown formidable in the way he expresses it, not to mention romancing me with his poetic words and bedroom eyes.