Title: Just How Many?
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Chlavis
Word Count: 345
Disclaimer: Zero profit, just having fun
Summary: Gabe Sullivan, the poor, poor man :)
Gabe Sullivan tried to be a good father to his daughter but he sometimes wondered just how much one man could take.
He'd had the gross misfortune to walk into The Talon and see her fucking Clark Kent in front of half of Smallville. According to Martha Kent, Clark was actually Lionel Luthor and Chloe had a meteor rock infection but that didn't explain the half of it.
He tried to forget what he'd seen and what he'd heard but then he'd received a text message from Chloe asking him to come to The Torch's office but when he got to the door, Gabe heard the unmistakable sound of Chloe having sex.
The fact that he knew what his daughter sounded like when she was fucking someone was a thought for another day, but he knew he had to know who it was making Chloe groan like that.
Gabe closed his eyes briefly, half afraid to peer into the window, but he took a deed breathe and opened the door just a crack and there was his little girl, naked as the day she was born, her back pressed against the wall while a muscular dark haired man thrust into her.
They were both panting and Chloe's eyes were closed, completely lost in ecstasy, her head thrown back while she moaned low in her throat, her legs bracketed the man's hips and her breasts bouncing while she squirmed her hips, moving in counterpoint to the man's thrusts while, from Gabe's perspective and Chloe's grunts, she tried to get his rather large cock deeper inside her pussy.
"Oh Davis, harder, fuck me harder!"
The man had his face pressed into Chloe's neck, kissing and marking her, his hips speeding up impossibly fast at Chloe's words.
Gabe cringed at hearing the raw want and need in Chloe's voice but the deeper rumble of "Whose cock's inside you?" disturbed him more. Why did this man—Davis apparently—have to ask that question.
"Yours Davis, only yours!" Chloe nearly wailed.
Dear gawd but he was too old for this shit.
