Filthy Beast(95)

“Sure.” I blow him a kiss.

He grins and then disconnects. I watch the screen for a second before collapsing back against the pillow, hugging my knees up to my chest.

I can’t believe that just happened. I just got myself off on camera in front of Gavin while he talked to me. I guess that was like long distance sex or something. It was dirty and he has such a filthy mouth, but I really, really liked it.

I want more, actually. I want a lot more. I want him to do everything he said he’d do and more. I want to feel his big cock between my legs and let him lick my pussy until I scream.

I need him to teach me. He’s my Daddy and I need him to make me feel good.





11





Gavin





I keep thinking about Sadie getting herself off for me. She seems so innocent and good, but there’s a dirty freak locked deep inside of her, begging to get out.

She just needs a man to teach her. When she calls me Daddy, my fucking cock gets so hard I can barely breathe, and I need more of that. I want to feel her pretty lips wrapped around my tip, feel her saliva sliding down my skin as she sucks me. I want to taste her and feel that tight virgin pussy wrapped around my cock.

I can barely concentrate when I finally decide to go into the office. All that day I’m distracted. We text back and forth, mostly just talking about nothing. I ask about her life, getting to know her, and it feels good. I feel excited, giddy almost. It’s absolutely strange to feel like I’m getting this deeply involved with a woman so much younger than me, especially one that I shouldn’t have anything to do with.

But Sadie is clearly more than just a spoiled little rich girl. She’s gorgeous, of course, and fascinating. And I can’t help but like the fact that she’s a virgin and wants to give herself to me.

It’s more than that. I like talking to her, like getting to know her. I actually enjoy finding out what makes her happy, what makes her sad, and generally what makes her an interesting person. And I like telling her about myself.

I never expected to have a secret relationship with a girl her age, but here I am. I can’t exactly stop it. I wouldn’t want to, even if I could. She makes me feel too damn good to stop.

Finally, the next night arrives. Instead of taking the town car like usual, I decide to drive myself. I take one of my old classic cars, a black Mustang from the ‘70s. As I pull up in the usual spot, I don’t feel nervous. I feel only excited.

She’s standing underneath the light again. She’s wearing a short skirt and a light gray blouse open at the top two buttons, showing off just enough of her breasts. I roll down the passenger side window and grin at her.

“Need a ride?” I ask.

She laughs and leans down. “I didn’t know you knew how to drive.”

“I may be a city boy, but I can do things.”

“You’re a rich city boy, at that.”

“Get in here before people think you’re a hooker.” I grin at her.

She blushes. “Gavin!”

“What? You think there aren’t hookers in this city?”

She grumbles a little and climbs in. “Nobody’s going to think I’m a hooker.”

“A very, very high-class hooker,” I say to her. “Of course.”

She nods. “That’s better.”

I grin and roll up the window before pulling out into traffic. “So, where do you want to go?”

She raises an eyebrow. “No plan this time?”

“None,” I say. “I decided it’d be more fun that way.”

She smiles and leans back in her seat. “Okay then. How about you give me a little driving tour?”

I grin at her. “I guess you are new to the city.”

She laughs. “Lived here most of my life.”

“What about when you were at boarding school?”

“Good point.” She shrugs a little. “I still think of this place as home.”

“I get that,” I say. “Even if you’re not at a place all the time, it can still be home.”

“Exactly,” she says. “This city, I don’t know. It’s in my family’s blood.”

“I thought you didn’t buy into that family stuff.”

She gives me a look. “I don’t, but I can’t deny who I am.”

“Good point.”

“And there are parts of my family that I like. We have breakfast together every morning, did I tell you that?”

I grin at her. “I didn’t know that. Very cute.”

“I guess it’s cute. It was better when I was a little girl. It’s strained now.”

“Strained how?”

She shakes her head. “Father and mother aren’t exactly in love anymore. And Peter is the only person that I get along with.”