Those Three Words

by Alexis Winter

She lets out another nervous laugh that wrinkles her nose and it’s fucking adorable. Nope. Get that thought out of your head.

moment before her eyes dart upward to find mine. “So, did you just want me for the night, or do I have the job?” The words did you want me for the night shoot straight to my dick. “The job is yours if you want it, Miss Silver.” I toss her resume on the table next to me.

“Hey, I’m not saying guys with good hands are gentlemen or chivalrous. They just know how to fuck.” She winks. “Oh, and they know how to fuck your life up too so be careful.”

“Fuck—the things I would do to you.”

Finally, I lean my head down till my lips are barely brushing her ear and I say in a calm but strangled voice, “Don’t call me that again unless you’re willing to be punished.”

Me: Now that picture is a masterpiece I’d hang in my office. The art museum can have your painting.

“It’s our first date, Miss Silver, and I’d like to remain a gentleman this evening so if you don’t mind, I’ll keep that answer to myself.”

“I want to tie you to the bed and handcuff your hands behind your back as I force my thick cock down your throat. I want to hear you beg and choke. I want to spank you while I bury myself so deep inside you you’ll be screaming my name. But first, I want you to sit that pretty pussy on my face so I can devour you. I want you so spent, trembling, quaking from me stuffing every single part of you.”

“I want you on your hands and knees.” She looks at me, then slowly drops down to the floor. “Crawl to me,” I say. Her eyes stay on mine as she slowly moves toward me, crawling on her hands and knees. “That’s right, baby. Come to daddy.”

“Make daddy happy and ride my cock.” The way he speaks to me is driving me crazy. I never thought I’d be the kind of girl that got off on calling a man daddy, but fuck me, this man could do anything he wants to me.

I sit up partially and crawl my way onto his body so I’m lying on top of him, our bodies touching from head to toe. I fold my arms over his chest and rest my chin on my hands.

“That’s all you, baby. You drive me wild, like nobody has before.”

“Good night, Mr. Hayes,” I whisper. “Mmmm,” he groans against my neck as the hand on my waist squeezes me. “Don’t tease me,” he says sleepily. “Good night, temptress.”

“What did you do with my panties?” He gets a devilish grin and walks over to his desk, leaning down to open a drawer. He reaches inside and produces the panties, holding them up so I can see them. I watch as he brings them to his nose, closing his eyes and inhaling.

OH MY GOD

It’s a picture by Eleanor. It’s three stick figures of me, Graham, and her in the middle with big sloppy letters that reads, Will you marry my daddy?

THIS IS SO CUTE

“Please, daddy.” She finally says the words; they’re filled with need and it drives me wild.