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“Yeah?” My voice sounds oddly pitched and my heart is pounding against my chest.
The fact that he’s on the other side while I’m touching myself turns me on more. If he opened the door right now and saw me, would he get mad at me, or would be aroused too?
“I’m gonna make dinner soon. I just wanted to-uh…to check on you,” he says.
I slip one finger inside of my pussy and then another, softly biting my bottom lip to keep myself from moaning.
“I was an asshole earlier,” he continues. “I’m sorry if I did anything to upset you.”
“I…I’m fine,” I say quickly. “You didn’t do anything.”
My left hand plays with my nipples, pulling each of them and teasing them, while the warm water gently laps around my tits.
“Okay,” he says and then clears his throat. “Well, I’ll be on that side.”
When he leaves, I continue to finger-fuck myself, all the while imagining him behind me in the tub and torturing my pussy.
I don’t stop fucking my pussy until I’m coming hard against my fingers, forgetting they’re mine for a second and thinking they’re his. It’s his big fingers that I imagine are moving inside of me as my body trembles with an orgasm.
Sighing, I slip further into the tub and soak my hair and then scrub myself down, before climbing out of the tub.
Once I’m dry, I pull on an old pair of grey sweatpants and a black and grey flannel shirt that I had stolen from Everest a few days ago when we were talking about coming. I’ve already worn it, but I don’t think he has realized it’s his as yet. It’s really big on me so it hangs around my shoulders and I have to roll up the sleeves a little to avoid looking like I’m drowning in it. And it smells just like him with his clean, soapy masculine scent.
I pull my hair into a light messy bun and then head out of the room and into the living room. Everest is at the wooden countertop, adding sliced carrots and onions to a large casserole dish in which the rabbit is already neatly skinned and placed.
I go to stand next to Everest, leaning against the counter. He glances down at me while he pours red wine into a wine glass. Those dark, intense eyes of his give me a once-over as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip.
I watch the way his protruding Adam’s apple bobs up and down and then I decided that I would like to kiss him there-actually everywhere, but specifically there first. I’ve always loved that area of a man.
Everest places his glass down in between us and cocks his head. “Is that my flannel?”
“Is it?” I wrap my right hand around his glass.
“I think I noticed you wearing it before, but I was too preoccupied,” he admits, as he places the casserole into the oven.
“I’m sorry,” I say, lifting the glass to my lips and taking a sip of his wine. It’s sweet and tart and lingers on my tongue long after I’ve swallowed it.
Everest lets his eyes wander over my lips and then down to my throat before he meets my gaze again.
“You’re not old enough to drink.” He reaches out and tries to take the glass from me, but I pull my hand back and move closer to him, before moving my left hand up to his neck.
He can’t deny that he can’t feel the tension between us because the second I touch him, I hear him breathe in sharply.
“Lex.” His deep voice warns me to not push it, but I want to. I need to do this. I know he can make me feel better.
“What, Daddy?” I ask, batting my eyelashes at him.
“We can’t. It’s wrong. You know I’m your legal guardian and besides that I–we…We just can’t, Lex.”
“Please.” I hate how pleading I sound, but I really want to do this. I want to feel his inside of me and the growing need to have him thrusting that big cock of his makes me so wet. I can feel the dampness in my pussy as I move toward Everest.
Without warning, I reach out and place my left down right against the front of his jeans and fuck me. He’s so fucking hard and big right now.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Please fuck me, Daddy. My pussy is aching for you to be inside of me.”
And those little words of encouragement are all Everest needs because once I set the wine down, he grabs me by my waist and hauls me up off my feet and against him.
“We shouldn’t,” he says in a throaty voice as he places me with ease onto the counter.
