When my eyes open, they land on the body mirror directly across from my bed. If I turn her head, she’ll have the best view of me fucking her.
“Kallie, I want you to do something for me, baby,” I tell her, my hips moving ever so slowly.
“Yes, anything,” she says, and I can’t help but chuckle at the desperation in her tone as she tries to wrap her legs around my waist to get me to move.
Bringing my hand to her cheek, I gently grip her face and turn her head to face the mirror. Kallie’s eyes meet mine through the mirror, her lips parting as she gazes into my eyes. I can’t help but admire how perfectly she looks under me.
“Keep your eyes on the mirror, Kallie, and I won’t stop.” She nods, her eyes shining with pleasure, and I give her more of what she needs. I start to move back and forth, pushing inside her rhythmically. She gasps, her body trembling, and I keep going, my movements becoming faster and more intense.
“Look at us, sunshine. We fit perfectly together, don’t you think?” I murmur, my thrusts speeding up as my balls tighten, begging for release. Kallie nods her head as I pull out of her beautiful cunt and flip her over onto her knees. “Do you like the way I feel inside you?”
"Yes," she replies, her voice only a whisper.
I watch her watching us. Her head rests on the sheets, and her eyes fall closed when I reach around and circle her clit. My hips snap forward as I fill her to the brim with my cock, wanting her to be so full, she’ll feel the sting tomorrow.
“You better open those eyes if you want to come, sunshine.” At my reminder, her eyes snap open, and I pinch her clit. I can’t hold back anymore. I grip her hips harder and slam into her, harder, faster,more. After each thrust, I let out a groan, and a spark of pleasure races up my spine.
“Fuck, Lance. Right there,” she whimpers before her body begins to shake as she comes all over my cock. Her hands grip the sheets as she rides out the pleasure coursing through her. Her cunt squeezing me is what sends me over the edge myself. I take my time pulling out, knowing I’m going to miss the feeling. Finally, I and coat her ass with my cum and, holy fuck, does she look sexy wearing it.
With her ass still up in the air, I bring my fingers to her slit and coat them with her release. I need more time, because let’s face it: after that, there’s no way this is a one-night thing.
Chapter Fourteen
Kallie
After Lance ravished melast night, we took a shower that led to even more. It was the best night I’ve had in a while. Lance makes me feel normal, like there’s nothing from my past hanging over my head, no expectations. It’s just us, in a perfect bubble I don’t want to pop. But we weren’t that lucky.
My parents called last night, letting us know they would be over this morning, bringing my car so I could leave for New York when I was ready—which I wouldn’t be doing. I never told them, though.
I fidget with the edge of my sweater as my dad’s voice fills Lance’s living room. His disappointment is noticeable after I told him I wasn’t going back to my life in New York.
When I first left to come here, I told them I needed some space from my life there to figure things out, that I broke things off with Alex, but they didn’t know he got me fired. I might’ve cost myself my career. Everything I forgot about last night, all the worries, they’re all back tenfold.
I can’t help but feel a knot tightening in my stomach.
“I warned you about this, Kallie,” he says, his tone laced with frustration. “I told you not to get involved with your boss. You could’ve jeopardized your entire career. All for what? To sleep with him?” My head snaps back at his comment.
I meet his gaze with a mixture of guilt and defiance. “Dad, I know what you said, but you don’t understand—”
“Don’t understand?” he interrupts, his voice rising. “I understand perfectly well. I understand you’re throwing everything you’ve worked so hard for away because of some foolish infatuation.”
I bite my lip, struggling to find the right words to defend myself. “It’s not just some foolish infatuation, Dad. I cared about him. For the three years we were together, I cared.”
“Caring about him doesn’t change that he was your boss,” he counters sharply. “And now look at the mess you’ve gotten yourself in.” He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.
His words sting, hitting me harder than I care to admit. I have always valued my dad’s opinion, but right now, all I want is for him to understand where I’m coming from.
“I know it’s complicated, but I’m a grown woman,” I begin, my voice wobbling slightly. “I can make my own decisions. It’s not like I planned for any of this to happen. Sometimes, things just happen.”
“Sometimes, you have to be smarter than that,” he replies, his tone softening slightly.
“I am smarter than that, Dad. You can’t sit here and tell me you’re perfect, that you’ve never made any mistakes in yourlife, because I know you have.” The anger coursing through me makes me sad all on its own. Although I know he means well, I won’t let him sit here and make me feel bad about what happened with Alex. I’ve beaten myself up enough about it. The last thing I need is for my dad to add to it, to tell me how much I fucked up too. “There are other firms I can work at. His isn’t the only one.”
Lance leans against the far wall as my mom stands a few feet from my dad, worry on both their faces. I know Lance wants to intervene, but when he pushes off the wall and takes a step forward, I shake my head, and he stops.
My dad is still pinching the bridge of his nose before rising to his feet and trying to walk towards me, but I hold my hand up, stopping him.
“No. I can’t do this with you right now, Dad. I wanted nothing more than to spend Christmas Eve with you all, but I-I just need some space,” I tell him, knowing everyone else heard me. I walk toward the front door and grab my car keys hanging off a hook and my bag from the floor. "I’m going to the cabin.” I can’t even look at my dad as a single tear leaks down my cheek, so instead, I meet Lance's concerned eyes from across the room.
