Your Dad's Perfect (Ruby)

I look around for Bex but can't find her. Right now, I want to leave. Giving up, I walk out. Going in my bag to get my phone, a hand grasps mine. "I'll give you a ride home." Turning, I look at Alaric.

"That's dangerous, your son could see your car." It's foolish and stupid.

"I'm not in mine." He guides me down, and I watch the chauffeur open a door. Alaric gestures for me to climb in, and I slide into the car. He joins me.

"Alaric, we were not meant to see each other again." That was the whole idea of this.

"Technically, I'm not seeing you right now."

He's right, rasing my hand, I unfasten the mask and remove it.

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"You don't need to ask Alaric." I wouldn't say no, anyway. The car stops and the door opens, Alaric gets out and I do. He follows me into the apartment and to my room.

As I step in, he closes the door. His hand grips my hip, and his body moves and pins mine against the wall. My hips push up as his hand slips between my legs.

"I have to be the one to remove this dress." His words are quiet

His fingers push inside of my pussy, and my hips move against his hand as his lips find mine. His hand releases my hip and moves to my neck while his fingers push deeper, curling and hitting the perfect spot to have me crying out loud.

I watch as he unzips the dress, and it falls to the floor. My hands begin to remove his clothes as his mouth bites against my neck, his fingers unclasping my bra. I watch as it falls to the floor, along with my dress and his clothes.

Lifting me against him, his body pins mine to the wall. He notches his cock against my pussy, and sinks to the hilt in one smooth move. He keeps us in the same position, him impossibly deep within me, his body covering mine.

My body tries to move against him, but there's no space to move. He wiggles his hips slightly, and I cry out in pleasure.

"The perfect spot, baby girl, to have you dripping around me, begging me to move even just an inch to give you the orgasm you crave. He's right; the longer he stays like this, the higher the orgasm builds, but I'm dangling from the edge, waiting for that small bit of string to be cut so I can have the final result.

He begins fucking me with shallow strokes, never enough to push me over that edge I'm wanting to jump from. My head falls forward. What am I doing?

His mouth bites against my ear. "Ruby, get rid of the thoughts before I stop." His words are whispered into my ear, and I wish it were that simple.

"You were going to be my father-in-law." This is fucked up.

Gripping my chin, he kisses me. "And now, I'm your plaything, someone you call daddy and get pleasure from. No one will know. Stop thinking about others, or should I stop?"

Grasping him, I pull him closer.

"Good girl." His words growled as he begins fucking me with deep thrusts, each one sends pleasure rocketing around my body until I'm crying out 'Daddy' and forgetting why this is forbidden.

He walks to the bed, lying down with me above him. His finger beckons me, and I stay kneeling above him, confused.

"Sit on my face, baby girl."

I laugh at his words. His eyes tell me he's serious. "If I sit on your face, you will suffocate!" Like, fully, and die.

"Trust me, I will survive. Now, do it and don't make me say it twice."

Biting my lip,

go to move, but my

body refuses

Ruby, sit on my

fucking face. His hands encase my hips and pull me up. With my pussy positioned above his mouth, he pulls me down. His mouth begins working against my sex, his hands moving my hips to cause me to grind

against him.

It happens too quickly; one minute, I'm fine, then I'm grasping the bed and calling out his name, hearing him groan between my legs. His body moves, flipping us until I'm below me.

My hips lift up as his cock strokes along my bud and down to my pussy, then back up again. My body tries to push against his length, and he slams into me. His hands wrap around my throat, and he begins fucking me in slow deep thrusts. Each one causes me to scream.

"Ruby!" I freeze, hearing Jake and him knocking. My hand covers my mouth as Alaric continues thrusting into me. His hands grasp mine, pinning them down. His hips speed up, the words please and daddy floating from my lips as I rock against him.

The sound of the front door slamming only seems to make us fuck faster and harder.

"He will know never to try again." Alaric's words are growled into my ear. "You're Not. His." Each word is punctuated with a hard, deep thrust. "Fuck." His word is groaned as orgasm. I swear I can feel his cock

jerking as he comes, and

pushes deeper, drawing out a scream of pleasure from within me.

His body stays over mine, our breathing hectic.

"You didn't stop." My words are broken as I fight to breathe correctly.

"Why would I? He had already heard you, so stopping for you to play pretend that you weren't getting fucked served no purpose." He smirks at me. "Plus, I wanted to ensure he knew he had no chance of getting you back." He moves and lies next to me. Maybe he's right, maybe now Jake won't keep coming back to apologise?

"I would have stopped if you had told me to. You didn't, though." He looks at me amazed.

"I wasn't exactly willing to say stop right then. I knew he couldn't get in." That orgasm was also within grasping distance, and hell, I wasn't letting Jake stop that. Plus, to know he heard makes me feel better somewhere inside of Jake he thinks I wouldn't fuck someone else.

"You locked the door downstairs. How did he get in without knocking?"

"He still has the key." Which I need to get back.

"Hmm." His words are quiet, and he pulls me against him.

"Sleep, baby girl." All I can do is nod at his words and give in, letting sleep take me.