“You bet you will.”
Chris turns like he’s about to leave—we always leave one at a time so we don’t get caught together—but he stops and turns back. There’s something new in his eyes. Something I haven’t seen before. It’s familiar but somehow greater. More powerful.
My chest tightens as he approaches me, slides his arm around my waist, and pulls me close.
Is he…?
“I love you, Gracie.” My body tightens.He is!“You are mine. No matter what happens, we will be together. Nothing will take you away from me.”
Tears begin to pour from my eyes, and I collapse against his chest. I’ve been waiting so long to hear him say those words, and now as they echo through me, I can barely believe it.
“I love you too,” I sob. “I love you, Daddy.”
6
GRACIE
I really should have wornpanties today because every step I take, I feel more of Chris’s sticky spend threatening to drip out of me. It’s so warm, like a hot little treasure between my legs, and I keep having to rush to the bathroom between classes to mop up the mess.
The sweet, delicious mess that reminds me of just how naughty we are.
Thank God I don’t have to actually worry about my grades here at Pine Hill because all I can think about is him. Not history or English or math. Justhim.
And the fact that I might be pregnant? Mind-blowing. The idea of pregnancy never excited me, but the thought of carrying Chris’s child has me already riding high on a wave of adrenaline.
Do I want a boy or a girl? Will we live together?
What am I saying? Of course we’ll live together!
We’ll share a nice little house that I’ll look after while Chris is working. Maybe once I have some free time, I’ll get a job too. Do some volunteer work. Or teach yoga!
So many choices play out in my mind. I can barely even see straight as I walk down the hall, replaying our naughty library tryst in my mind, going over every detail.
I can still feel his hot chest against mine, the pounding of his heart, the expansion of his muscles with every breath he took.
But most of all, I’m still aching from being stretched to my limit by his incredible thickness.
The ache is almost comforting, though. A reminder that he owns me.
None of the girls here know either, and I love that. They all want him. They all flirt with him, but he’s already taken. And every throb I feel beneath my belly is a confirmation thatI am his.He is my daddy.
I want to shout it to the entire world. Let everybody know!
But not now. Not yet. For now, my relationship with ‘Mr. Davis’ will be our little secret.
As I step out of social studies, my last class of the day, I grab my phone and sneak off to a quiet stairwell in the back of the school that no one ever uses.
Raising my leg up onto the railing, I snap a quick upskirt and text it to Daddy:See anything you like?
He responds almost instantly:Everything. Where are you?
Smiling, I take a pic of the empty stairwell.Guess ;)
My body sparkles like seltzer water as I stare at my phone screen, waiting for his response. As fun as this is, it’s no longer just a game anymore. It’s aneed. Every moment I’m not with Chris, whether it’s in another class or sitting at home dreaming about him, I feel hollow.
I mean, how many girls actually wish they were back at school, right?
My phone vibrates in my hand:Gimmie 10. And be ready.
