He tugged my mouth away from his cock. “What the fuck did you say?”
He slapped my face softly before I relaxed between his legs.
“I said, ‘yes, Daddy. Yes, I do.’”
He forced my gaze to meet his. “Daddy, huh?”
My tongue slid out of my mouth, eager to taste him again. And when that cheeky little grin crossed his face, I knew it was game on once more. He stuffed my throat full of his cock once more and I groaned and moaned with his growls. He tasted divine, but the feeling of his skin sliding against my own while he commanded my every move overwhelmed me.
“Daddy. Daddy. Holy fuck, please.”
He slapped my cheek again. “Who the fuck said you could talk with your mouth full, you desperate little whore?”
I nodded as I kept sucking and I felt him approaching his end. His dick grew thicker against my cheeks, filling what felt like my entire mouth before he shoved my head all the way into his lap. My nose buried itself in the tight curls of his groin. He growled and grunted, rutting against my face as I opened my stomach for him.
And as I murmured his new name over and over again, he spilled into my body.
“Fucking hell, Becca. That’s the stuff.”
“Oh, God, Daddy. Please. JoJo, just a bit more. Oh, fuck. Right there. Right there, Daddy. Yes!”
My entire body exploded as my back arched. My toes curled so tightly that my calves began to cramp before my back fell against my mattress. I shivered and trembled; quaked and quivered. I’d never felt myself fall so out of control before.
And yet, as the toy slipped from my hand and my eyes slowly opened, I felt weightlessness rush over my muscles.
For once, the weight of the world didn’t seem to sit on my chest.
“That’s the stuff,” I whispered.
I thought about sending JoJo a message. As I laid there, I thought about explaining how I felt toward him. How confusing it all was and how all I needed was his guidance and his understanding while we worked through it. Maybe if I talked to him instead of icing him out the way my sister did back in high school, he might respond better to it.
Or maybe I could send him a picture of my soaked toy and let him put the pieces together.
“I’m such a bad girl,” I said as giggles fell from my lips.
I reached for my personal phone and scrolled through my contacts until I came to his number. I even went so far as I open up a message so I could take a picture of my naked body with my wet toy propped against my exposed thigh.
But the voice in my head saved me, like always.
You’re high on pills because he hurt you. Put the phone down.
“Shit,” I hissed.
I dropped my comforter back on top of my body and closed the blank message. Then, I opened up the app store on my cell and downloaded the first dating app I could find. I didn’t want to deal with JoJo and his mood swings. Even if we did hit it off, I didn’t want to deal with his anger. I got enough of that from my father. I also didn’t want to deal with his selfishness, because my sister forced us to deal with it enough as it was. The more I thought about it, too, more I found that he had all of the toxic traits I had grown up with in my own family.
Which only threw fuel onto the flames.
I mean, why stop at the dating app? Why not simply search for a better job? I’d only been at this job for a month and a half, but there were plenty of private accounting positions available in the Los Angeles area. Some of which paid more and offered more than JoJo had offered for the position he hired me to do.
I rolled over onto my stomach and quickly updated my resume before applying to a few positions.
I’m doing the right thing. I have to get away from him, not get closer.
As much as I wanted to keep working for him, I simply couldn’t. If it was going to bring about the kind of shit I had already endured, then it wasn’t worth it. No job was. I put in four resumes before I flipped back over to the dating app and I started punching in my information. I’d never downloaded one before, so it was all new to me, but swiping left and right for who I liked and who I didn’t seemed easy enough.
So, I rolled back over and tucked myself beneath the covers as I started swiping.
“Ah, nose is too big. Oh, his arms are nice. Yes, please, I’m all about a man in a suit. Ick, an outside kind of person. No, thanks.”
