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I can’t hurt the man I love.
“I can risk everything, Amy… In fact, I need to do it,” he whispers, his eyes locking on mine.
“Why?” I ask him, my voice just a whisper.
“Because I’m falling in love with you,” he replies, and I feel as if someone has stolen the floor right from under my feet. His words echo inside my head like a melody and, at the same time, I feel my heart tightening up inside my chest. “I’m falling for you, Amy,” he repeats, his voice steadier now, and pulls me into his embrace. “And that’s why I can’t let you go.”
I say nothing as he wraps his arms around me, my face pressed against his chest. Tears well up in my eyes, and I smile. Right now, there are two opposite emotions inside of me, and I simply don’t know how to deal with that.
On the one hand, all I want to do is surrender to the happiness his words have brought me, but on the other hand, there’s this urge to just run away and hide in some deep and dark hole. Why? Because I came into his life with one purpose—to bring him down—and now he has fallen for me.
“I’m… I’m falling for you too,” I admit, unable to keep it all bottled up inside of me, the truth of it making my heart ache. I’ve fallen for my stepfather. I’ve fallen for the man I was supposed to be spying on.
“I know,” he simply says, running his fingers through my hair. “We’ll work it out, Amy. I know we will,” he continues and, somehow, I find solace in his words. They give me hope. Even if it’s just a fantasy, they make me believe that maybe, just maybe, something good will come out of the mess I’m in.
At the same time, though, I feel fear worming its way into my heart. For the first time in my life I’ve found someone I care about, and if he ever finds out the truth about me and mother… If that happens, I’ll surely lose him. And rightfully so; how can I ask the man I love to stay with me, to forgive me, when I stomped my way into his life as a spy?
I take one deep breath, trying to purge my mind from all these thoughts, and I let my rational mind melt away. I let the sound of my heartbeat lull me into a world where everything’s perfect and, even if just for today, I want to live as if that’s the truth. I want to leave the real world outside and, just for now, be happy.
“We will work it out,” I whisper, pulling back from his embrace and looking into his eyes. I force myself to smile and he smiles back at me, his fingers still running through my hair as he caresses me. I let the seconds pass us by, our eyes locked, and I reach for his lips and kiss him. “But now… Let’s just forget about it,” I ask him,
closing the door to all that’s true and real, and stepping inside a fantasy where happiness is just at arm’s reach ...
“We can do that, yeah,” he replies, leaning into me and kissing me back.
His lips touch mine, and the whole world fades around us both.
In his lips, I’m home.
17
Amy
Daddy,” I purr, a renewed sense of lust filling every single cell in my body. I’ve managed to shut down the reality I’m living in and, for as long as this moment lasts; I’m going to show Parker what a real woman can do.
“Come,” I say, grabbing him by the hand and guiding him toward the couch. I turn to him and, pressing both my hands on his chest, I push him back and force him to sit down. He goes down willingly, a huge grin taking over his face, and I jump up on top of him, opening my legs so that I’m straddling him.
His hands go straight to my ass, his fingers digging into my naked skin, and even though he’s wearing jeans I already feel his cock hardening against my pussy. I place my arms over his shoulders and, leaning into him, I kiss him once more. We kiss in abandonment; our tongues dancing and wrestling around one another as the joy of sin and lust take over us both.
I start rocking my hips against him, moving them back and forth at a growing pace, and his cock reacts by becoming hard as steel. I grind against his thick shape eagerly, my pussy growing wet with each passing second, and I feel that delirious sense of loss of control making its way into my bloodstream.
“I’ve never had a man like you,” I whisper at him, pressing my forehead against his as I keep on moving my body in a flowing motion. His hands are still on my ass, feeling the sway of my hips, and he’s squeezing my cheeks harshly.
“Is that so?” he says, looking back into my eyes with that delicious smile of his. “I guess I deserve something special then, don’t I?” he asks me, pushing my thong to the side and caressing my ass crack with his thumb.
“You do deserve something special,” I reply with a nod, already knowing what I’m going to do. I’m going to break free of all chains, of all decency, and I’m going to drive him utter and completely mad. “This is all for you,” I continue, grinding against him harder than before, moving my hips so fast that my muscles are already complaining from the effort. I just ignore the cramps and keep on swaying my body, pressing my wet pussy against the bulging shape of his cock as hard as I can.
“Fuck,” he groans, throwing his head back against the headrest of the couch and closing his eyes. I start unbuttoning his shirt, popping button after button, and then flatten the palm of my hands over his hard pectorals. I bite on my lower lip as I do it, feeling the rugged outline of his muscles under my fingertips, and then I lean toward him and crush my lips against his neck.
I kiss his skin wantonly and then I part my lips and nibble at it, pulling it between my teeth. He groans once more, hooking his fingers on the side of my thong, and then tugs on it viciously. There’s a ripping sound, and then I sigh heavily as I feel the thong sliding off my body. I raise my hips for a second, allowing him to take it off of me, and then I sit back on his lap again.
“You’re something special,” he tells me, throwing my thong to the side and laying his hands on my ass again. “I’ve never met a woman that could drive me half as mad as you do, Amy,” he continues, his voice heavy with anticipation. He’s probably wondering what I have in store for him, and that’s good; I want to keep him on edge.
“Trying to buy me with praise?” I ask him, nibbling at his neck again and resuming the pendulum movement of my hips.
“I don’t need to buy you with anything,” he replies, grabbing the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and pulling it over my head. I raise my arms up in the air as he removes the shirt in a hurry, and I let a smile creep up on my lips as I notice his eyes falling on my naked breasts. You guessed it—no bra.
“No, you don’t. Your big cock has already bought me,” I tell him, taking my hand to his crotch and curling my fingers around the shape of his huge member. I feel it pulse against my fingers, and my skin prickles as I imagine him inside of me.
