Page 14 of Gangster Daddy's Girl

“No. We can’t,” I respond, leaning forward, my eyes narrowing and jaw clenched. “Find them. Find them and bring them to me.”

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TABITHA

Tyson surprised me by showing up at school again, wanting to take me to dinner. I didn’t have anything going on, so I agreed. I have struggled with whatever this is between us—still struggling with it, actually. There’s part of me that knows this is wrong. That I shouldn’t be getting myself mixed up with a man I know to be a criminal.

There is just something about him that won’t let me walk away. Something about him that’s got me hooked and won’t let me go. I’ve never met anybody like him. I’ve never had somebody capture my imagination the way he has. Despite knowing what he is and what he does, I feel like I’m being held in some sort of thrall. The more I try to push him away, the more I find that I’m unable to.

We seem to have found a happy medium between us. We enjoy our time together and enjoy each other and avoid talking about what he does for a living. I know it’s not sustainable. Sooner or later, the reality of the situation is going to descend, and I’ll be forced to make some difficult decisions. That day isn’t today. Fornow, I’m just going to enjoy what we have and let the future sort itself out as it comes.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

I offer him a small smile. “Nothing really.”

Tyson’s expression tells me he knows exactly what I was thinking about but decides against pressing me to talk about it. Perhaps he, too, just wants to enjoy the moment rather than focusing on an uncertain, murky future. Thunder rumbles overhead, and the rain crashes down on the roof of the car like a waterfall. It’s loud. Almost deafening. Some might find the noise harsh or grating, but the rain has always calmed me. I’ve always found it to be a soothing, even sultry sound.

We’re sitting in the parking lot back at school. After dinner, he drove me back to campus to get my car. At that time of night, the lot is virtually empty. It’s a ghost town. It’s kind of eerie. I turn to Tyson and see him looking back at me with that gleam of desire in his eyes that puts a quiver not just in my belly but between my thighs.

“I don’t need to even ask what you’re thinking,” I say.

“Probably not.”

With a giggle, I climb into the back set of his Escalade, then crook my finger at him. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

“In the car? You are a dirty little girl.”

“What can I say? You bring out a whole different side of me.”

“I’m glad.”

He climbs over the console with a hearty chuckle, and when he’s seated, I leap into his lap, straddling him, and slip my arms around his neck.

“Is this weird?” I ask.

“It’s fucking hot.”

He slides his hand onto the back of my neck and pulls me forward. Our mouths crash together, and he forces his tongue into my mouth, his kiss so hard and passionate, it takes my breath away. His tongue lashes mine, and I feel him growing hard beneath me. I grind myself against his thickening cock, my pussy growing hot and wet, and kiss him just as ferociously.

“We probably don’t have much time until security comes by,” I say breathlessly.

“Then we better be quick,” he replies.

Reaching down, I quickly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants. He raises his hips and slips his long, thick cock out of his pants. He gives me a seductive smile as he slides his hands up my thighs, making me shiver, his fingers leaving trails of fire along my flesh. He pulls my panties to the side then helps guide me onto the end of his staff. My gaze locked onto his, I bite my bottom lip as I sink down onto him, taking him deep into me. When I’m seated on him, his cock buried to the hilt within me, I throw my head back and gasp.

“God, that feels so fucking good,” I groan.

He grabs my chin and pulls my head down, forcing me to look him in the eye. The corner of his mouth quirks upward.

“You’re such a dirty little girl,” he says, his voice thick.

“You know it.”

“Then show me how dirty you are,” he says. “Fuck me, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Gripping his shoulders, I thrust myself up and down on his cock. He’s so large, it’s still a little uncomfortable, but he also has me so wet, he slides into me with ease. He leans forward and kisses my neck, making me giggle. Tyson slides his hands around, slipping them beneath my skirt, and grabs my ass, giving one cheek a firm smack that makes me gasp.

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