Page 109 of Elevator Pitch

“Yes, Daddy.”

She quickly bends over and arches her back for me, that plump ass in the air and her face in a pillow.

“Good girl.”

I roll the condom on my dick and smack her ass, and she moans loudly in response. I nudge her entrance before sliding into her, easing in until I bottom out. I dig my hands into her hips, her ass smacking against me as I thrust into her. Her muffled screams in the pillow and the sounds of our skin slapping fill the room. I feel her stroke her clit as her fingers slip and graze the base of my dick.

“Fuck. Keep rubbing that clit, Princess. I need to feel you come on my dick.”

Selah tosses her head back, releasing screams and whimpers of pleasure as I piston into her.

“I’m coming!” she shouts as her pussy clenches around me. I fuck her through her orgasm, my own isn’t far behind. I come hard and collapse beside her, pulling her close to me and pressing soft kisses on her back and neck.

“You took me so well.”

She sighs contentedly, nestling into me, her hair in my face again. We lie in a comfortable silence for a while, and she says, “You’re really nasty in the morning.”

“That’s what you get when you wake up next to me.”

“Hmm. I think I may need to do that more often.”

“I’d like that.”

I’d really like that.

52

meet the parents

Greyson

Manhattan, NY | March 11, 2024

I’m still reelingfrom Selah’s accidental sleepover and she’s still here. I convinced her to call in sick and enjoy a very late breakfast with me. We’re playing another round of the question game when I hear voices outside my door, followed by jingling keys.

“Were you expecting anybody?” Selah asks.

“No,” I respond with a shake of my head.

I focus on the doorknob as it’s being unlocked, assuming it’s either Alex or Elena trying to surprise me. My parents stroll through the door instead. This isn’t unusual behavior for them, but it couldn’t have come at a worse time. Dad’s holding a bag of groceries, and Mom stands in front of him empty-handed. I had no idea they were coming, but I know exactly why they’re here.

“Happy Birthday, Greyson!” they say in unison.

Shit.

I hear a spoon drop behind me and Selah blurts out, “It’s your birthday?”

Shit.

I whip my head towards her and offer an apologetic nod. I search her gaze for any sign of anger and find sadness instead.

Dammit.

“Where’s Clifford?” my dad asks in a playful voice.

Clifford barrels down the hallway at the sound of his voice. He sits and wags his tail excitedly beside me. Once my mom spots Selah, she perks up and I see the wheels turning in her head. I take a deep breath to mentally prepare for this impromptu visit and think of an explanation for why I hadn’t mentioned it was my birthday.

I don’t need this today.

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