Page 89 of Stay Baby Stay

Holly gasps as I thrust inside her in a single deep stroke. That’s how fucking slick she is. Her pussy is warm and tight, and I can already feel her muscles flexing as I start to buck.

“Everyone can see what a brat you’ve been, baby. Only brats get fucked out in the open like this.” Her pussy tightens around me, telling me my words are on the right track.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she whispers. “I’ll be good next time... I promise.”

“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it, Holly. Daddy’s gotta make an example out of you for all the other little girls in the neighborhood.”

Her mouth falls open. She rocks her hips to meet my thrusts, clearly enjoying the filthy mental picture I’m conjuring up. I brace myself above her while still holding onto her wrists. I’m not gonna last much longer, and I want to watch her tremble beneath me before I come, see the sweat collect on her skin like tears.

She says she wants both sides of me, Nice Daddy and the demon. I’m determined to give her everything she wants and then some. I’ll be the monster under the bed that drags her into the darkness before I change back into the daddy who puts Band Aids on her cuts.

Watching her face change as I fuck her is a sight I will never tire of. I make sure to grind my pubic bone against her clit with every thrust, but even with the extra bit of pressure, I can tell she’s gonna need something more to get off.

I let go of her wrists and kneel back on my haunches, pulling her ass up onto my bent legs.

“Touch yourself, Holly. Let everyone see what a horny little girl you are.”

Her hand flies to her clit. Fuck, this girl is everything I didn’t know I needed. Everything I didn’t think I deserved. I’ve never been so fucking grateful for a full moon as I am tonight. Her skin is luminous, her tits perfect, jiggling globes.

I feel her muscles tighten around me as she starts to come.

“Daddy...” she whispers. “Oh, Daddy, I can’t stop...”

“That’s because you’re my dirty little girl, Holly. You can’t fucking help yourself.”

She covers her mouth with her own hand as she comes around me. Grabbing my cock. Squeezing it. Sucking her own pleasure from it. Her muscles are still twitching when I reach my own point of no return.

Air rushes through my teeth with each shallow breath. I bury myself deep inside Holly’s pussy, as cum rushes up and out of my cock. All of my focus centers on the place where our bodies are joined. As my cock throbs, my arms and legs go temporarily numb.

Holly studies my face like I’m the most fascinating thing she’s ever laid eyes on. It takes a few seconds for my muscles to relax enough that I can actually move them.

I lower myself on top of her and bury my face in her neck. I lick her pulse point, taste her sweat. My cock slides out of her as I turn both of us onto our sides in the skinny little bed. If we end up staying here a while, I’ll have to run back to my place and grab my bed so we have some room to spread out.

For now, I’m all too happy to lie chest-to-chest with the woman I love.

I realized it over dinner tonight as I gazed into her brown eyes from across the table. I’ve never loved anything or anyone more than I love this girl. Beneath the admiration and the burning desire to claim her, runs a river of devotion so long and winding you could float forever and not reach the end.

Lust and compatible kinks may have brought us together, but the waters of my love for her began making their way into the cracks in my bedrock from the moment she sat in my lap.

“I love you so much, baby,” I whisper, kissing the insides of her wrists. Her gaze widens. She makes a sound that’s a cross between a squeak and a squeal. I swear to God it’s the cutest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

“I love you, too, Daddy,” she says. “And I’m not just saying that because you said it. I really mean it, I love—” I cut her off with a kiss. She practically vibrates with what I’m fairly sure is pure, unguarded bliss.

Somehow, in the midst of all the pain and darkness in my corner of the world, this lost little girl became the brightest thing in my life. I stroke her back until she eventually falls asleep in my arms with her head tucked under my chin.

Sleep comes to me in fits and spurts. Each time I feel myself start to drift off, something shakes me awake. A stray thought or a niggling question. Concern that the back door might not be locked.

After a few hours of spinning my mental wheels, my limbs start to get restless. Rather than ruin Holly’s sleep alongside mine, I crawl out of bed and feel around for my pants on the weight bench.

I peer into the living room on my way to the kitchen. Austin’s got his head bowed and the TV on mute. I notice his Glock on the coffee table. Last time we had a heart to heart, back when I was still drinking, he told me he’d been sleeping with it under his pillow. Having it on the table seems like a step in a better direction.

I make sure the front door’s locked and then head into the kitchen. I check the back door—also locked—then open the window above the sink to let some fresh air in. It’s a cool night, cooler than it has been in weeks. I get myself a glass of water and grab a seat at the table, take a few deep breaths and try to stop my thoughts from racing.

There’s no doubt in my mind that it was Hoyt Renier I chased out of my apartment. Either King somehow knew I’d been filming at his house and tipped him off, or the drive was stolen from Abby’s desk before Hoyt came for my laptop.

I keep thinking back to Holly’s question.Is it always going to be like this?For people like me who spend their days and nights chasing after evil, the unfortunate answer is yes.

Granted, not every case was as intense as this one, but I’m good at keeping busy and working homicide keeps me busier than most. I needed the work to stay focused. To stop myself from thinking about Vicki.

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