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My. Bed.
He keeps stroking my feet as my father rises.
“Well, if you change your mind.” My dad nods and then heads for the living room.
When he finally leaves, I turn and meet Silas’s smoldering gaze, turning me into a molten mess in half a second.
“Prudence.” His voice is husky and gruff and it encircles every inch of my body. “That was… bad.” His smile makes my stomach flutter.
I press the sole of my foot against his hardness, massaging him as I hold his gaze. His mouth opens as his breathing increases yet again.
“Maybe I’m tired of being the good girl. Maybe I want to be a little bad.”
Smile. Dimple.Swoon.I’ve never been skydiving before, but I imagine it might feel something like this, spinning and circling and falling—my stomach leaping to my throat as adrenaline tears through my veins.
“Good girl. Bad girl. Doesn’t matter to me because I know who you are, Pru. Do you know what that is?”
I shake my head.
“You’remygirl.”
He grabs both of my feet, pressing them together as he thrusts in between them. “And tonight.” Pumping. Thrusting. Grunting. His thickness slides in between my soles. “I’m going to make you mine.”
With my legs clamped together, each thrust sends a delicious surge through me, cascading all over my body.
“You drive me crazy, Pru.”
The table’s rocking so hard that I’m sure it will be against the wall in a few minutes.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as bad as I want you. Neverlovedanyone as much as I love you. I fuckingloveyou.”
My entire body is on fire as he keeps thrusting, using my feet and my body for his pleasure. But the movement—the friction between my thighs—it’s not just him. If he keeps this up, I’ll chalk this up as an entirely new way to come.
Silas keeps thrusting, the table leaping as he grunts and my hands move to my breasts, plucking at my nipples through my cover-up and bikini. I’m so close…
But then Silas stops.
“Now you know how I feel.” Silas lets go of my feet, pushes away from the table, and walks over to me with tented swim trunks.
“But don’t worry, Pru. I won’t prolong the torture.”
He strokes my cheek as his bulge lurches a few inches away from my face. I glance at it and then at Silas. It’s a shame he put on a shirt, but I guess I’ll be taking it off soon enough.
Silas lowers himself onto his knees so we’re face to face.
“Now let’s clean up this mess.” He leans in, lips grazing my ear as he whispers, “Because I’m going to make a real mess of you upstairs.”
I swallow, watching that dimple grow as Silas scans my face, neck, and chest. I grab him by his wrist and guide his hand between my legs.
“Too late for that,” I rasp, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers nudge my slick folds.
He leans in again, the pad of his finger pressing against me as his breath rolls across my skin in soft, heated waves. “Don’t worry about this mess, Pru. I’ll make sure to get every last drop.”
Every cell in my body ignites as Silas pulls me to my feet, spanks me hard one time, and begins clearing the table, acting as though he’d just finished telling me the weather forecast for tomorrow.
I sigh softly as I watch Silas, the wide plane of his back flexing as he grabs plates from the table. There’s a storm building inside me alright.
And I’m forecasting multiple, thunderous bangs.
