Page 29 of Quickies

He put the can aside and leaned back, his hard dickright there. He didn’t touch it, though. He just sat there like he had all the time in the world.

“How old are you, Marcel?”

“Twenty.”

“How come you drive a car like that?”

“My dad bought it.”

He smiled, but it looked sad. “Of course he did. And you took it without his knowledge?”

I shrugged.

“And what would he think of you kneeling on my floor withworking-classjizz leaking out of your ass?”

At that, I scoffed. “He doesn’t care.”

Lee frowned. “Why do you need the car fixed by tomorrow morning?”

“He’d be pissed.” My stomach clenched at the memory of my father’s last tantrum.

One more time and you’re out of the house! I don’t give a shit what happens to you anymore. One last slip-up and you’re dead to me, understand?

“So your father would be angry because you scratched the pricey ride, but he doesn’t care who you sleep with? Am I missing something?”

“He wrote me off years ago. I’m worthless to him. What does it matter who I fuck?”

Lee tilted his head to the side, studying me in a way that made me want to curl up and hide my face. Suddenly, I felt helpless and small, kneeling between his spread legs. I looked down, but he put his finger under my chin. He found my gaze again. “Why are you worthless to your father?” he asked softly.

It used to hurt, but I was over that. “Didn’t get into the right school or have the right interests. Didn’t date the guys he chose. When he booked me a heat teacher for my first heat, I ran away to spend it at a sex resort… You know. Worthless.”

Lee’s features softened. He crooked his finger at me. “Come here.”

Still wobbly, I stood, and he grabbed my hips, guiding me to straddle him. He stroked my ass cheeks, his fingers smearing the fluids around.

“You kept looking at me while the guys fucked you,” he said quietly. “What was going on in your head, hm?”

I felt myself blush. “I don’t know.”

“You do. Tell me.” He tapped my ass cheek, almost like a spank, to drive his order home.

His sharp gray eyes were strange, a little dangerous but comforting too—which didn’t make sense. Somehow, the world around me gained a dreamlike quality, but Lee’s eyes remained real. Those eyes had seen me flirt and lie and suck his friendsin exchange for a service; they’d watched me get used and railed like a piece of meat and come from it. Lee had already seen me at my worst during the first minutes of meeting me. Yet he looked at me with interest and compassion. Why?

I began talking as if he’d put a spell on me with those eyes. “I imagined things. Like…you owned me and decided who got to fuck me and how. There could be a line of alphas waiting to spill inside me. You’d hold me all the time, letting them fill my hole one after another. You would call me a good boy whenever I came. The more dicks I could take, the prouder you’d be of me.”

As close as I was to his face, I saw his pupils widen. My words affected him, and it was heady to feel this powerful man react to me.

He kneaded my ass cheeks, encouraging me to hump his groin. His hard dick rubbed against mine.

“You look all preppy, but you’re a needy, kinky slut, aren’t you?”

I merely moaned in agreement. His fingers were circling my rim, and I was opening up again like a damned flower.

“I’m not done with you, Marcel,” he murmured. “I hated you on sight, not gonna lie. But you get so nice and pliant when you’re well-fucked. Now I rather like you. You can be a good boy. A very good boy for the right alpha.”

He lifted my hips and set me down, impaling me on his hard cock.

A cry tore out of my chest, but the sounds from the workshop were louder.

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