Chapter 8

• Velvet's POV
• When the call came, I was disheartened. I wondered why calls always had to come at moments like that.
• My entire body was shivering all the while; it felt like eternity. I wanted it to come to an end soon.
• It finally did, and my aim was to get his attention right away.
• I fell on his chest, curling my body on him, crushing my clit against his cock.
• “Can I unzip you?” I stared at him, blinking my eyelashes in a repetitive motion while curling my body up against him, hands caressing his cheeks.
• His breath fastened.
• He grabbed my waist, pushing me farther. My heart was hammered. I stared at us with a confused expression.
• He said nothing. His hands rushed to his belt, unzipping the zip of his trousers. Heat started building from inside, going steadily on, and my brain ceased to function.
• I stopped thinking well at that moment.
• I wanted this.
• “Are you sure you want this?” Daddy asked.
• I gnashed my teeth, grabbing his trousers, fumbling on the zip, and pushing his hands off it.
• “I'm so ready—” I stammered. All the air in my lungs was draining off, if I don't have him inside of me, I'm pretty I'll drop dead soon.
• I unzipped him, sliding my hands to his sides to pull his pants with his undies all together, expecting that he will jerk up so that I can pull it down, but he remains still.
• With his gaze, I sensed him trying to decide whether to do this or not.
• I'm doomed.
• If he doesn't give it to me here, I will certainly not be alive the next minute. I forced my hand towards his cock.
• I was almost grabbing it and taking it out because I was going to pluck it into my pussy, but he grabbed my wrist firmly.
• “I don't want to get you pregnant. You're a student and you on't—" His words went off halfway, his eyes never leaving.
• “Pregnant?” I blurted out, and he nodded.
• The moment froze between us; the sky from up above seemed too far away, and the ground, even as we were driving on it, looked so low.
• He pulled me off his leg, placing me beside him.
• “Put your clothes on,” he uttered, picking my top and skirt from his left side to me. His eyes went to his watch. “Thirty minutes to arrive.”
• We could have done this before the thirty minutes elapsed.
• I sighed, looking away for a while.
• “Hmm,” I voiced my frustration.
• “We need to think well about this before we—” He began to adjust himself, zipping his pants and buckling his belt.
• My eyes roved between him and his driver. I saw some disappointment on his driver's face while his confusion and fading lust mixed.
• Seeing there was no way, I pulled my skirt up my legs, then the top over my head. My eyes grew pale, and my body weakened at his refusal to touch me.
• He was looking. I saw with my side eyes.
• Then he began to lean closer; I jerked away, holding my breath. He withdrew.
• “But I have your best interest at heart. I'm your daddy and I don't want you—"
• I shook my head while refusing to accept the fact. I looked away, refusing him. Shame slowly began to shift in.
• “Come on.” He draped my hand over my shoulder, pulling me to him.
• “Come, sit on my lap.” He uttered, tone meek yet seductive. I couldn't resist this charm. The shame slowly began to fade, the lust which hadn't left slowly crept in.
• “I'm sorry if I made you feel bad,” he said. Then he dropped a kiss on my cheeks. He turned my face, and his lips fell on mine next.
• A bead of sweat trickled down my spine.
• This is hard to believe.
• “Look at me!” His cold, deep voice swept over me.
• “Yes daddy.”
• Zavian’s throat bobbed with a swallow.
• “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
• “I don't want you to.”
• So he smacked his hands hard against my ass, causing me to jerk up with a panic bliss.
• Grabbing the back of my neck, he bumped my face on his, sealing our lips with a kiss.
• “I don't want you to carry my pup.”
• What if I want to carry it?
• But a lustful smirk is all I got.
• “Get on your knees.”
• “Urghh?”
• I was thinking this was going to be some sort of punishment.
• “On your knees,” he repeated. I took a deep breath, climbing off him. The space between the front seat and back was wide. He spread his legs; I steadied in between. I got on my knees, placing my hands on his lap.
• Then my brain processed it.
• “Good!”
• “Do you want this?” He unbuckled his trousers, pushing them down swiftly, grabbing his cock, and stroking it.
• My throat bobbed with a swallow.
• “Yes, I do.” My body engaged in a fit of giggles.
• He gripped my hair with his hand, pushing my face up to his cock. “Suck it!” His voice laid out a command I couldn't ignore.
• “Yes, Alpha.” I muttered.
• “Yes daddy.”
• “Say yes daddy.”
• “Yess–ss daddy.” I stammered.
• My lips set on his tip, and my tongue swirled up and over it. I grabbed it tight, like my life belonged to it. My eyes slowly shut, while doing this, I wanted to recreate the moment in me.
• This way, it could be enjoyable.
• I swiped my tongue to the left and right, teasing him while lifting my eyes to watch his reaction. His head cocked back, his lips parted.
• I increased the pressure of my lips on him.
• “Umm—”
• “Urghh! Umm!!”
• I grinned. It's such a grand win-win beating the cold, strict Alpha best friend of my dad. I pushed forward, swallowing his length bit by bit until I was up at his shaft.
• I jerked my head harder, gagging myself.
• Seductive and wicked.
• “Harder! Harder!!”
• “Ahh! Ahhh!” I groaned before I pulled out to breathe, but he shoved his length down my throat again.
• I was gasping, panting for breath, but still I won't pull out this time.
• My right hand reached down, locating my pussy. Fucking wet!
• My left hand reached out to my boobs. I swiped my top up, exposing them. I grabbed them, smooching them while moaning to the rhythm of his thrusts down my throat.
• “Let me help you,* I heard him say before relieving my left hand from my boobs. He grabbed them, rolling his hands over them in a soft, caressing, and gentle manner.
• “So soft. Goshhhh!”
• “You have such beautiful breasts.”
• I lifted my eyes, watching who was saying this.
• Daddy. My dad's best friend.
• Fucking unbelievable!
• His touches created a ripple in me, which pushed me into sucking him hard.
• He groaned. “Harder!”
• “Yes daddy,” I replied. Obeying. Sucking to and fro.
• I wanted this. Now I got this. So I'm not fucking playing.