Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Swallow every fucking drop,” I snarl when I feel my seed rushing up my shaft, swelling in my tip.
She leans away. “R-really? I’ve never done that.”
I softly grab her head, slide my cock deeper than it’s been, and pump gently.
“Every.”
I thrust into her perfect mouth.
“Last.”
A little harder, but not enough to hurt her or cause her eyes to water. Just enough to let her know she’s mine. I own her every part, including these lips.
“Drop.”
At least it will be inside of her then. Closer to her womb.
“Hmm-mm.”
She strokes my base so fast, so hard, and then it’s like lava is burning up my shaft. It erupts out of my end, shooting into her mouth. She gasps and then makes a loud swallowing noise but pushes me away, drawing in big breaths of air. My come spills out of her mouth, dripping down her chin onto her breasts.
“You look so damn beautiful,” I tell her.
Even now, in the moments after the release, I still hunger for her. My body will never stop being hard and ready as long as I haven’t slipped inside her slit and pumped my seed there.
“Beautiful? Like this?”
“Make those tits shiny for me.”
She’s so damn game, grinning as she smooths it from her chin toward her breasts and then pauses.
Outside, we hear footsteps and a voice raised—Rosa.
“Emma?”
The spell—if we can use the excuse that this was a spell—is broken. Suddenly, the enclosed passion disappears. We’re back in the real world. Emma rushes into the en suite, and I move to follow her.
Too late. I can hear Rosa in the hallway, just outside the entrance.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Emma
I almost cry when I look at myself in the mirror. It would be tears of joy if it weren’t for the fact I’ve betrayed my friend again.
This time, I can’t even blame Leo. He didn’t force me to do anything, and he definitely didn’t force me to enjoy sucking his cock so much. Not so much the act itself, but the obsessive fire it provoked in him, the fierceness. The way he looked at me after, when he called me beautiful. It went beyond lust. That’s why I’d be crying with joy.
However, with Rosa calling my name from the bedroom, I can’t see myself as anything but a naked, come-covered woman, used by her best friend’s dad and nothing else. Shameful. I hate this. Turning on the shower, I quickly step under it and clean myself.
“Emma?”
“Sorry, in the shower!”
“Can I wait?”
Where the hell is Leo? I’m assuming Rosa would show some reaction if she’d seen her dad half-naked.
“Sure.”
I clean my body, tie my hair up, and wrap a towel around myself. Rosa is sitting on the desk chair, spinning idly. The room has a large desk on one side, the door to the en suite, drawers, and a few cabinets on one wall, with the door to the hallway. There’s a walk-in closet and more storage units on the third wall.
The walk-in closet door was closed when Leo came down here. I’m sure of it. I remember it being closed because when I shut it, I thought, I can’t believe I’m shutting the door to a walk-in closet. Now, it’s half-open, like somebody just ran in there without the time to close it.
Rosa stops spinning on the chair. “We’re being silly, aren’t we?”
I sit on the bed since Rosa hasn’t mentioned how disheveled everything is. At least I can cover up some of what we did.
“Silly?”
“Not talking. In the same house all day.”
“I thought you were working on your essay.”
“Yeah, I have been. Well, trying to, but mostly, I’ve been thinking about how bad it is, keeping you here—”
“You’re not keeping me here.”
Her dad is. The man whose come I can still taste in my mouth, salty and nowhere near as unpleasant as I’d imagine it would be. I can still feel the phantom aftershocks of the orgasm, his tongue stroking.
“Contributing to it. I owe you answers.”
“You don’t owe me anything.”
She tilts her head. “Are you happy to be staying here now?”
That’s a confusing question. I’m not happy about what it’s making me do, the path it’s leading me down with her dad, but I also am happy about that. He said he needed me.
“I’m here if you need to talk,” I say, dodging the question.
“Duh, that’s exactly why I’m here. I want to tell you about Matt.”
“Matt?”
She fiddles with her bracelet, an elegant golden piece. “A few months ago, I met a man in a bar near the college campus. Older than me, a lot older, actually.”
I lick my lips and glance at the walk-in closet door. Leo is hearing all this unless I was wrong, and it wasn’t really open. Maybe it’s another breakdown thing. Dreams, dreams, dreams…
“How much?” I ask, thinking of the twenty-one years between me and her dad, my lover. Heck, this is a mess.