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CHAPTER SEVEN
Cayla
Mom has no problem with me going out with a Ridge Devils biker. She remembers how the club helped right after my father’s death. She remembers also how bikers stopped by the house regularly just to make sure there was food in the refrigerator even to do yardwork for us. She remembers how they took care of us for almost a year until her drinking got so bad, that they just hired the only landscaper in town to handle it all and checked in with Arthur Lake to see if there was anything Mom needed.
Oh, Mom’s dating Arthur now.
He warns me to be careful about the bikers but only in a general way. He tells me if I’m going to end up with a Devil, Gabe is the best of them. He’s tied into the club somehow. I think he’s probably the one who handles laundering their money for them. I might be wrong about that, but I know there are a number of legitimate business entities he manages for club members.
In any case, after three months with Gabe, I’m really happy.
In case there’s any doubt about that, maybe the way I cry out, “Oh, Jesus, fuck me, Daddy!” as Gabe holds onto my waist and slams repeatedly into me might make it more obvious. I’m on all fours on the carpet of an apartment I’m not going to end up renting after all. It’s kind of fucking weird to be fucked in a completely empty apartment. No furniture at all. Just the carpet in the living room. Oh Jesus, fuck me, Daddy! seems to echo off the walls.
I’m not renting this apartment because Mom is going to move into Arthur’s house, and so my house is now officially my house. I mean, Mom still owns half the house but I’m the only resident. I think Arthur is going to put some paperwork together so I can buy Mom out. The terms aren’t set yet, but I think Mom wants to just give it to me. Who knows? Who cares?
We’re fucking here at the apartment for two reasons. First, the knowledge the house is mine now is brand new. In fact, it’s only about an hour old. Since christening it this way is part of our big plan with me moving in and now that isn’t happening; we decide to go ahead with this part of it. Second, Gabe owns this apartment building. There are eight apartments and I make a silly suggestion that we ought to screw in each apartment. Well, this is apartment number one. I guess as the other seven go vacant and they’re prepared for new tenants, we’ll take care of the seven left.
That’s the kind of property management I can get behind.
Well, I guess Gabe is the one getting behind it. God, I love when he fucks me this way! This is really the only position where he’s unrestrained when he fucks me. Maybe that’s not the right way to put it but the point is, this is when he just loses control and takes me hard.
This position does allow me to participate more, so I can squeeze my pussy harder and grind my hips more and use my hands to push back against his thrusts, so maybe that’s the reason he seems to enjoy this position more than any others.
He certainly cums faster and harder this way than in any other way. When he cries out and I feel his cock pulsing rapidly inside me, my own orgasm hits, and I scream and begin to shudder in front of him while my legs straighten, sliding backward on the bed while he grips my hips to keep me from shaking right off of his cock.
Yeah, I like this position.
I like the next position too. This time, Gabe has me stand against the wall with one leg lifted and resting on the dresser so I stand on one leg with my arms on the wall and my pussy is spread wide open so he can thrust into me and at the same time use his fingers to stroke my clit.
“Daddy!” I cry when he does that. “Oh, God!”
The pleasure is so intense I nearly black out when my climax hits. My body shatters and I’m grateful for his hand on my hip so when the leg on the floor begins to shake and slap on the floor instead of supporting my weight, I don’t collapse and can focus on the way my pussy throbs around his cock.
He keeps thrusting hard and stroking my clit while I cum and because I am holding myself upright on the wall, I can’t push him away, but have to endure the intense pleasure that rolls through me with each thrust.
“Oh, fuck, Daddy!” I cry when I can draw in enough air to catch a breath.
Then I cum again.
And again.
And again.
Daddy makes me cum five times against the wall, not once moving his fingers from my clit and not once slowing his thrusts until he cums again and thrusts deep so I can feel his entire cock pump inside me.
My pussy throbs uncontrollably around him and I can feel it reflexively closing around him, desperate to pull every drop of his cum out. I am equally desperate and when he releases me and I slide to the floor, my legs too weak to support me, I take his cock in my mouth.
I suck until I can’t move anymore and Daddy cums twice more when I finally pull my lips off of him and swallow the last of his cum.
“I love you, Daddy,” I say.
My eyes widen in surprise. I can’t believe I say that. Oh my God, it’s too soon. He’s going to think I’m too clingy.
I open my mouth to apologize and take it back, but before I can speak, Gabe surprises the hell out of me by saying, “I love you too, Cayla.”
My only regret is that I’m too exhausted to take him in my mouth again.
