Streams and Schemes

by Rebecca Kinkade

This book is dedicated to anyone who fucks as a coping mechanism. You do you. Keep coping your brains out.

“Don’t touch her. If you put your hands on her one more time, I’ll rip them off and then sue you for getting blood on my suit. Am I fucking clear?”

“You sure? We can talk about your daddy if you need to. Hell, I can be your daddy,”

“Well, I can’t move on. I want you so bad that I don’t sleep at night, which is completely self-destructive because I only have, like, a four-hour window to sleep most nights. It’s killing me. I’m falling apart. But I’m not giving up because I’m positive I could make you happy. Disgustingly, astonishingly happy.”

“Lander, did you post a naked picture of yourself online to prove you’re not afraid of my career ruining yours?”

“I did know,” he finally answers, facing my father once more. “In fact, Vicente, I’ve spent many thousands of dollars to watch her. Tens of thousands. I’ve loved every minute. So, if you ever say another word to her about camming, I’ll personally cut off Sebastian’s tongue and shove it up your ass, which you may or may not notice, since he’s constantly rimming you for approval as it is.”