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I push back on him to meet his thrust. I can feel my walls squeezing him, and I know I’m near another edge. Owen senses it too, and just as another orgasm tears through me, he bites downs my shoulder, and a blinding pleasure and pain hit me.
Owen quickens his pace, taking advantage of my tightening walls. Then I hear him moaning in my ear as his own orgasm takes over him. His cum fills the condom, and I feel some seeping out of my pussy and trailing down my thighs. He squeezes both my breasts as he cums. And then he pulls out and collapses on top of me.
Chapter Eighteen - Sloane
My heart is beating so fast that I feel like I’m having a heart attack. And the sad thing is it is not even a post-coital effect. The mind fucking sex that I had earlier is all out of my mind now. Thanks to my asshole and sadistic father.
Owen has just pulled his huge cock out of me when his phone starts ringing. He leaves it be, his breath still ragged from the exhaustive but fantastic sex we had. But minutes after, it begins again. He looks at me apologetically, and I nod. Maybe it’s work or an update about her, Myah. The last thought makes me feel guilty, and that is not something that I want to think about when I’m with him. Part of me feels that he may be able to tell that I’m lying to him. I don’t know if I can handle that.
The ringing stops again. I get out of bed and start dressing. Owen peeks at the number on his phone, and his brow furrows. I want to straddle him and smooth it, but we are not that type of people. Then, suddenly, the phone buzzes with a message.
“I think somebody’s prank-calling me,” he mutters. I slip on my underwear and look for my bag. Then, Owen continues, “I just got a message that this stranger knows where my daughter is, and I need to answer the call if I want to know.”
My phone pings, revealing where my bag landed when I threw it earlier. Owen’s phone starts ringing again.
“Do you think I should answer this?” he asks. I’m not used to seeing this uncertainty in Owen’s face, and I find my heart yearning to stay with him longer.
He lets the call end again, and I reach for my bag. I have one message from an unknown number. What a coincidence. I start reading it. That is when the erratic heartbeat starts. Owen’s phone rings again, and I don’t even bother looking at him. I run out of his room and to my car.
Damn.
I slam my car door shut and start driving out of the hotel’s parking lot. Then, I speed on the streets. As I traverse the roads, I start to realize my life’s truth. I will never be free because my father will never leave me alone.
You will never ever betray me again. And you need to learn the consequences of your actions.
That is it—seventeen words and two sentences fuel the rage and hopelessness inside me. Then, I recall the relentless calling earlier and realize that it is my father. He has been contacting Owen because he has finally put the pieces together.
Somebody breezes beside my car, and I catch a glimpse of the driver throwing me the middle finger. Well, fuck you too. I want to get out of my car and punch him, or just anybody.
I feel like crying, too, because just when I’ve started to believe that I can begin anew, my father comes in and thrashes the dream. Now, I cannot ever have Owen be part of my real life. Even though I don’t want to say it, I know that I’m already beginning to have more than sexual feelings for him.
I wipe the few tears that escaped from my cheeks. I can’t feel this way right now. Regardless of how I think about Owen, I have a problem that needs to be resolved. I start to focus on my breathing and erratic heartbeat and wish that all of this is just a bad dream. But then, I’m driving on my street and seeing the usually familiar and comforting bricks of the buildings. And now, I’m in front of my apartment building. I stop in my space, then notice my dad’s red corvette. Shit. How is he here already?
I step out of my car and notice a black sedan slowly driving by and looking for a parking spot. Why does it look so familiar to me? Realization dawns. Oh, fuck. I ignore the car and hurry to my building. Then, I run up to my floor and start to hate the long climb. I struggle a bit to open my door and finally burst inside.
