Page 57 of Gambler's Fallacy

“You don’t want to kiss me?” I ask, unable to keep the hurt from my voice.

“Not everything has to be about kissing or sex,” he says.

But it does.

It’s the only way anyone ever wants me.

I kiss him again, a little more desperately. “It would make me feel better, Daddy,” I whisper against his mouth.

I feel the shiver run through him, and I know I only need to press a little harder.

“Seven—” he begins, but I cut his words off with another kiss, then another, then another, until he’s finally kissing me back.

I sag against him in relief, and his arms come up around me again. “I need you,” I tell him. “Please, Daddy.”

“We really should talk first?—”

Another kiss silences him, and I shift so I’m straddling his lap. “Talking can wait,” I say. Forever, if I have anything to say about it, if I can distract him from trying to talk about what had happened because there’s nothing to say.

I made an idiot out of myself, and this is the only way I know of to make it better.

“You had to stop work for me.”Again. “Let me make it up to you,” I coax him.

“You never need to make it up to me, beautiful,” he says, and I know I have him. “You have nothing to make up for.”

“But I want to.” I nuzzle his neck, starting to kiss my way down his throat. “Let me do this, Daddy? Please?”

“Yeah,” he says, breath hitching as my hand slides between us and I grip his half-hard cock through his pants. “Will it make you feel better?”

I genuinely don’t know, but I’m desperate to try it anyway. “Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.

Vortex lets out a breath, then nods. “Okay.”

He’s willing to give me this, and I wonder what else he’s willing to give me.

Anything, I think, and it’s such a strange but heady feeling that I don’t know what to do with it.

I slide down, getting down on my knees in front of him before nimbly unfastening his pants. He groans as my fingers curl around his cock, which rapidly stiffens under my ministrations. This is good. This is familiar.

I can deal with this.

I slowly lap at the underside of his cock, and he groans. “Seven…”

I ignore him, taking the head into my mouth and sucking hard until he forgets how to speak and carefully cards his fingers through my hair. I wish he’d push me down, that he’d fuck my mouth like Havoc or even Caleb would, but I’d been the one to say I didn’t want Havoc and Caleb there.

This will have to do.

I push myself, forcing myself to take more and more of his thick cock into my mouth until the head hits the back of my throat.

I gag, and he grips my hair, trying to urge me back. I ignore it, even as tears spring to my eyes for a different reasonentirely. This is a welcome reason, and I slowly sink into that place where everything feels good instead of that sense of deep self-loathing.

Vortex lets me blow him, though he keeps pulling me back when I take too much of him at once. I whine in displeasure, but he’s firm with me, keeping me going shallow and slow instead of fucking my own throat on his cock.

His climax takes me by surprise, but I swallow quickly around him, drinking him dry and continuing to suck until he’s groaning and pushing at my head.

I reluctantly pull back even though I’m not ready for this to be over with, and I help him back into his trousers before climbing into his lap.

He tries to reach for my cock, but I shake my head. “I got what I wanted,” I tell him honestly.

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