Page 57 of Baby Girl

Bobby pins or no bobby pins?

Fat. I am so fat. Erik’s a doctor, he will know if they can put my thigh fat into my butt. I bet they can.

Time. 6:55.

No bobby pins, he can’t run his fingers through my hair when I have in bobby pins.

As soon as my phone beeped, I knew it was Erik. He’s always on time. He never procrastinates, not that I know of anyway. I can’t wait to smell him, touch him, and have him touch me. I am going to suck his cock on the way to dinner. That will make him happy. He will not be so mad about this discussion if I suck his cock on the way to dinner. I can’t believe that I didn’t think about that before now. I’m fat and stupid. He loves it when I suck his cock. He moans. And when he moans, I melt.

I grabbed my phone and swiped it.

Heather Whore: Sup, bitch?

Are you kidding me? What is she doing texting me? Grrrrrr. I typed a message and pressed send.

Heather Whore: Go away!!! Erik is on his way and we’re going out. TTYL. :)

My phone beeped again.

Heather Whore: Did he talk to you about poker run?

I read and reread the message. Poker run? I typed a response.

Heather Whore: No.

Immediately, it beeped again.

ERIK EADS: Baby girl, I am outside the door.

I turned my phone off, tossed it in my purse, and ran for the door.

Opening the door to Erik’s car, and seeing him sitting there, his head turned and looking at me – made me feel better about what I was planning to do. He made me feel a new kind of happy when I saw him sitting there. Dark blue jeans, a dark blue V-neck tee, and his tattooed forearm pulsing as he gripped the steering wheel.

Something was different, maybe because I wanted it to be, but it was different.

“Baby girl,” he said as he looked at me.

His bicep flexed as he twisted his hand on the steering wheel.

“Big Daddy,” I said back, smiling.

He started to drive forward. I buckled my seatbelt, because he always yelled at me when I forgot to. I thought about it, and unbuckled it. I slid over the center console of the car, and laid my head in his lap, facing his stomach.

“You alright, baby?” he asked.

I turned and smiled at him as I slid my hand to his thigh. I could feel him beneath his jeans. I started stroking him as he shifted the gears, driving up the street away from Old Town. He began to swell with each stroke. I hoped he wanted this as bad as I did. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted him to be pleased with me. He always says I suck his cock so good, and he always moans for me. I want him to like this.

I unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his pants. I turned my head slightly toward him, looking for rejection or acceptance from him. He was looking straight ahead, both hands on the wheel. As I unzipped his pants, his cock popped up. Immediately, I licked my lips and began to slide my mouth onto the soft head.

I licked the head in a circular motion, getting it wet. I looked up at him, and he was watching. I slid my mouth down slowly, taking as much of it in my mouth as I could. I purposely didn’t try to take it all, I wanted to tease him. He felt different in my mouth at this angle, and I wondered if I could fit all of him into my throat.

I slid my mouth up and down his hard, swollen shaft. With my right hand, I began to massage his balls, trying to get him to cum. As I massaged them lightly, I buried my face into his lap, taking him into my throat. My throat began to pulse. I loved the feeling of his cock being there. It made me feel like he was mine.

I slid my mouth up and off of his cock completely. As my mouth slid off of the head, the saliva from my throat collected in my mouth. I spit a little onto his cock, and put my lips back onto it, making a string of saliva connect his cock to my lips. Slowly lifting my lips, I made sure we were still connected by the saliva. Proudly, I turned and looked up at Erik.

He watched as he drove. I did it again, stringing the saliva from my lips to his cock.

“Suck that cock, baby girl. Suck it like a good girl,” he said as he turned the corner.