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“Told you to come into my bedroom and shut the door.” He yanks me down on his cock, holding himself deep inside me. “Don’t lock it, though. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To be dirty and to be bad and to fuck me when you shouldn’t.”
“I’m not the only one who wants to be dirty and bad, am I?” I lean down and lick the shell of his ear. “I’m not the one fucking my son’s ex-fiancé right now, am I? I’m not the one who stood a little too close, who watched me a little too intensely, who licked his lips every time my skirt slid a little too high.”
“Yeah, well, it’s my cock you’re riding right now. Not his.” He hooks me around the waist and tumbles me back onto the couch. That’s when I see my phone, carefully positioned to catch the perfect shot to see his cock slide into me. It’s an even better angle now, my body splayed out as he holds himself up and drives into me. Putting on a show for the camera. I can perfectly see my breasts shake with the force of every thrust, can see his cock, slick with my desire, disappearing into me, spreading my pussy with his width. “Who’s cock do you need, baby girl?” he grinds out. “Say it.”
I meet my own gaze in the camera. I have never, ever done anything like this before. Apparently this weekend will be one of firsts. I intentionally look away from my phone, look up to find him staring down at me as if he wants to draw forth every filthy fantasy from my head. I hold his gaze as I say, “Your cock, Daddy. I need your cock.”
Chapter 4
“That’s right.” Shane shoves into me hard enough that it drives me several inches up the couch. “My cock.”
He fucks me like he’s mad at me. Like by showing up here tonight I’ve opened Pandora’s box for both of us and now we can never shut it again. It’s fierce and just shy of brutal, like he wants to punish me for making him want me.
I love every second of it.
This time, my orgasm has teeth and claws and rips me to pieces as I come. I twist and bite his arm, needing some kind of outlet for the pleasure that’s bordering on pain. Shane curses and digs his hand into my hair, prying me off him. His strokes become rougher, more frenzied and he buries his face in my neck as he comes.
I stare up at the ceiling as our harsh breathing becomes the only sound in the room. Part of me can’t believe what we just did. The rest of me is wondering when we can do it again. He asked me to stay the weekend, but surely that’s not what he actually wants? He’s assuaged his curiosity now, slaked his lust. He’ll get me dressed and send me on my way now. Surely.
I’m so busy preparing myself for that swift exit that it takes me several long second to register that he’s leveraged himself up and is searching my face. “Lily.” There’s a note of concern in the way he says my name, as if it’s not the first time.
“What?”
“Did I hurt you?” He slides his hand along the base of my skull where my scalp is smarting a little from how roughly he yanked me off him. It’s barely a twinge, but I have to fight down the impulse to rub all of me against all of him at the careful way he touches me now, when a few short minutes ago he was manhandling me while spilling filth into my ears. The contrast should be jarring, but it just feels sexy as hell. “Lily, answer me.”
“I’m fine.” My voice is raspy. “Better than fine.” I clear my throat. “Sorry about your arm.”
“It’s nothing.” He clasps my chin, so much gentler than the last time and studies my face. “You’d tell me if I hurt you.” It doesn’t come out like a question. It comes out like a command.
I lick my lips. “Yes, I’d tell you.”
Whatever he sees in my expression seems to be enough for him because he nods and moves off me. Out of me. I whimper a little at the loss and shove the sound down deep. I don’t want him to misunderstand it.
Shane looks down at his cock and grimaces. “Give me a second.”
“Sure.” I manage to drag myself into a seated position by the time he returns from the bathroom, his clothing righted. He looks at me for so long, I brace myself. This is where he ushers me out.
Finally Shane shakes his head. “You still want that drink?”
I blink. “Um. Yes?”
“Lose the garters and tights.” He doesn’t wait for a response. He just walks away, expecting me to obey.
