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Tomorrow, I’d deal with the truth, with destroying everything.

But now??

What would a little fantasy hurt, right?

I let go of my cock, smacking it just a bit to watch it bob back and forth. The need tofucksomething was intense, especially with my favorite toy only inches away.

But it wasn’t the warm, plush walls of my Fleshlight I really wanted. It was Professor Hot Stuff, on his fucking knees before me.

I closed my eyes as I let the image fill my brain, of him and his long legs tucked underneath him, hands flat on his thighs as he gazed up atme,beggingme. Mouth open, waiting for my cock.

For me to fill his fucking mouth with my cum until it dripped out of the corners of his precious, fuckable mouth.

“That’s it,” I purred in the sanctity of my bathroom as I lined myself up, brushing my leaking head against the entrance of my toy.

I smacked it with my head, the wobbly texture of the Fleshlight jiggling as I did so, and I imagined it was his mouth, fighting for a taste.

“Open wide for Daddy,” I murmured as I shoved myself in, letting the plush silicone walls encompass my aching cock. It didn’t take long for me to build a rhythm. I braced both hands against the tile wall, picturing the way his lips wrapped around my thickness, letting my mind wander. The memory of feeling of his tongue against mine spurred thoughts of his tongue rolling around my head. I thrust harder, faster, needing to feel the warmth, his mouth sucking me, licking me.

God, it felt so fucking good.

Harder.

Faster.

I imagined him draining me of every last drop of cum I had, then teaching me a fucking lesson.

You’re going to pay for that,he purred in my fantasy.

Another hard thrust, and my fucking mount slipped off as I pulled out, falling to the ground.

“Fuck!” I roared, my release so close I could taste it.

I knew it would take a minute to reposition everything, and I wasn’t sure I had the focus or capacity to do so.

I needed to fucking come. I needed to put Professor Hot stuff out of my mind. I needed to fuck this out of my system.

I grabbed my Fleshlight from the ground, taking matters into my own hands once more.

Make me,I touted in my cerebral fantasy, the scent of my release prevalent in the air as he breathed his words into my ears. I turned over as I imagined him touching me, forcing me to give him my ass.

And then I came, hard and fast, my entire body spasming with release at the verythoughtof him punishing me.

Like the dirty little whore I was.

Daddy is a dirty little whore.

As soon as the relief came, so did the shame.

The guilt.

Because I knew it would only be a fantasy.

That’s all it could ever be.

CHAPTER 13

Riley

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