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Chapters (42)
  1. Charming Your Dad
  2. Spotify Playlist
  3. Dedication
  4. Content Warning
  5. 1. Blair
  6. 2. Dax
  7. 3. Blair
  8. 4. Dax
  9. 5. Blair
  10. 6. Dax
  11. 7. Blair
  12. 8. Dax
  13. 9. Blair
  14. 10. Blair
  15. 11. Dax
  16. 12. Blair
  17. 13. Dax
  18. 14. Blair
  19. 15. Dax
  20. 16. Blair
  21. 17. Blair
  22. 18. Blair
  23. 19. Dax
  24. 20. Blair
  25. 21. Dax
  26. 22. Blair
  27. 23. Dax
  28. 24. Blair
  29. 25. Dax
  30. 26. Dax
  31. 27. Blair
  32. 28. Blair
  33. 29. Dax
  34. 30. Dax
  35. 31. Blair
  36. 32. Dax
  37. 33. Blair
  38. 34. Blair
  39. 35. Blair
  40. 36. Dax
  41. About the Author
  42. Acknowledgements

Blair is panting. Her forearm is still covering her eyes. I remove her arm and she looks at me with wide-purple eyes. I swipe some of the wetness off my face with my forearm as I grab her by the hips and give her a grin. I don’t mention her eyes, even though they’re gorgeous, it’s obvious it’s an insecurity for her.

“I’m not done with you, little witch.”

“You have too many clothes on,” she says while grabbing the hem of my t-shirt. Loving her eagerness, I let her take my shirt off. Her soft fingers trail my chest as she looks at me with awe. Now that she has more control over herself, her eyes have gone back to a soft brown.

She trails a few of my tattoos with the pad of her thumb and licks her lips.

“What do you want, pet?”

“Fuck me, please.”

“Mmm, but what if I want to play more?” I slide my two fingers inside of her pussy, and she gasps, making eye contact with me. She goes to look away, and I click my tongue. “None of that, babe. Look at me while I get this pussy ready to take daddy’s fat cock.”

She faces me again and licks her lips. I can’t help it when I lean forward and kiss her roughly. She’s so wet that the only sound that fills the room is her cunt sucking my fingers in and out.

“Dax, please,” she nearly whispers, and I’m fucking gone. Playtime is over.

Groaning, I stop fucking her with my hand. She winces from the loss, and I smirk at her.

“You fucking undo me, little witch.” I unclasp the buckle and push my pants and briefs down. My weeping cock springing free. Blair gasps when she sees it. When Satan gives you a corporeal body, sure enough, he’s going to give you a nice dick.

I stroke myself slowly as she appreciates my length and lifts her weight back on her elbows to watch me hungrily. I use my thumb to swipe some of the precum and fuck my fist harder. I think I might just come from having her watch me touch myself.

“On your knees.”

She does as I ask, turning around. Her perfect pale ass high in the air as she rests on her forearms and elbows, presenting herself to me. Her arousal is sticky on her thighs. My palm rubs a gentle circle on her left cheek before I give it a light swat.

It’s the first time I notice the lunar cycle tattoo down her spine. I place a kiss to the full moon on the middle of her spine before I grab a fist full of her skirt and grind my length against her ass.