“There are so many things I want to say right now, but I need to let you walk in that house.”
“And what if you don’t?” I snap, turning to face him. My anger is getting the best of me tonight, and I blame it on the tequila.
“If I don’t let you walk away from me now, I might not ever be able to,” he confesses, and it nearly splits my heart in two, because just as he says it, he unlocks the doors.
I grip the handle tighter, ready to exit but not ready to leave him. We don’t get many moments like these, and I hate that it’s turned into this.
I want with all my heart to throw myself at him, but I won’t be the one doing the chasing. As much as I want him, I’m the lamb, not the lion. And he damn well knows it.
“Listen to me, Daddy. When you get your head out of your ass, you know where to find me. I’m not the kind of girl that will sit around and wait, but I promise you this right now—there won’t ever be a man that I want more than you.”
With that, I pull the handle and jump out of the truck, slamming the door behind me. I stomp across my driveway and onto my porch, fling the door open, and go inside. I kick it closed and lean against it. I wait for five solid minutes to see if he comes after me, but eventually I hear the roar of the truck as he leaves.
The worst part is, I know tonight when I lie down, I’ll still think of him when I touch myself.
3
Brandon
I watch Dolly enter her house and shut the door. I want nothing more than to carry her into the house myself. Thoughts of a night out on the town, where I take her dancing and she has a little too much to drink before I bring her home and spend hours loving her body, flash through my mind.
I slip from my truck and up onto her porch, checking to make sure the door is locked. I stand and listen to her setting the alarm, before I finally make myself walk away. I pull myself from her house and get into my truck.
I don’t even make it halfway down her long drive and I’m throwing my truck into park, turning the ignition off, and letting all the lights die in the cab. I grab my phone from the center console and scroll through my pictures until I find the one I’m looking for.
It’s a picture of Dolly from last week. She’s standing outside of Mick’s diner, laughing, her dimples on full display. Her head is thrown back, that red, curly mane all over the place. She’s got on a soft purple dress that hugs her in all the right places, and her brown cowboy boots that look scuffed and worn. All they tell me is Dolly is willing to get her hands dirty.
I want those hands on me. Fuck, it feels like I’ve wanted those hands on me my whole life, even before she entered it and started consuming my every thought.
Before I know it, I have my dick in my hand, pumping away. Pre-cum is already leaking out of tip as I think about having her pinned under me. God, I should get a medal for pulling back. Letting her go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. It was a sight I’ve been dreaming of for years, and it was like it was finally coming true—her red hair sprawled out all around her and her curvy little body trapped under me. That little catch of her breath had almost sent me over the edge.
I’m about to cum all over myself. I grip my dick harder, the strokes almost painful as a punishment for wanting something I shouldn’t.
Daddy.
The one small word flutters through my mind, and I can’t hold back my cum anymore. White-hot pleasure licks up my spine and out of my cock as cum pours from me. I moan out her name, my head falling back on the headrest as I try to catch my breath. Pleasure pulses through my body like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I can still smell her in my truck. I try to breathe it all in like she’s still here with me.
I don’t know how long I sit there in her driveway, one hand gripping my cock as the cum I spilled all over myself dries. Finally opening my eyes, I look down at my other hand and see the phone with her picture still showing. My cock comes back to life at the vision, and I groan.
I just had the hardest orgasm of my life and the mere thought of Dolly has my dick ready for another round. I could do this all night and we’d never be satisfied. I’d be rubbed raw before he ever got tired of her.
What am I going to do? I toss the phone onto the dash and fix myself before starting up the truck again and heading down the rest of the drive. When I get to the end, I just sit there, unwilling to leave. I grip the steering wheel so hard my hands start to ache.
With all the self-control I can muster, I make myself pull from her driveway, heading back towards the farm instead of the hotel I’d planned on staying at. It’s closer to my little lamb and my control is splintering.