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Maybe she knows it would shatter this spell—the exact thing sheshouldwant.

Instead, she arches her back just a little, but it’s an invitation.

I move my hand to her pussy and palm her wet slit. I smear the wetness over her clit and then just start rubbing her, responding to her whimpers of pleasure, the wayherbody instantly responds.

She gets wetter, pulses against me, gasping when I slip a finger inside her. Her hole is hot, tight, andsoaked. Her body knows she has to get ready for my dick and the future.

With my other hand, I spank her ass, driven by the instinct to see her young creamy skin turn red at my touch. I own her body, every inch, and it’s mine to paint as red as I want. Her eyes snap open wide with each spank.

I keep moving my other hand, pumping my finger into her slit, until she writhes against me. She whimpers as her hole flutters around my finger, the orgasm taking hold of her.

I’m captivated, both by the passion and the speed.

Has she been as obsessed as me since earlier today? Has she been fantasizing? Or—no, I can’t think this, not now—what if she’s just like this with anybody?

She bites the pillow at the end, her curly hair getting messy as she lets out a long moan. Afterward, she stares at me like she can’t believe what happened.

“When’s the last time a man touched you?” I growl, driving my finger even deeper.

She gasps and moves with the motion of my finger.

“N-never,” she moans.

I swirl my finger in circles. When I spank her again, her whole thigh jiggles, her thickness reigniting my hunger.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I swear,” she moans. “None. Ever. That’s the first time I’ve been touched.”

“You’re a virgin?” I say huskily.

She nods. “Why? Should I be ashamed?”

When I spank her, she moans and bites her lip.

A virgin. Sheisjust mine and nobody else’s. It’s notthatsurprising she’s a virgin, though. She’s nineteen. I’m forty-one. Iknowshe’s nineteen because her birthday is close to my daughter Rosa’s, who would be devastated if she knew what happened.

Then I stare at Emma’s big round ass again and lose it. My cock’s in my hand, pumping, my other hand spanking her ass again and again.

“Just a dream, Leo,” she pants, looking up at me with those wide-eyed, virginal eyes. “Just a d-d-dream…”

I explode all over her reddened ass, wasting my seed on her curvy body when it should be pumping inside her. Suddenly, I’m so pissed at myself that I reach down and gather my come. When she pulls her legs back, I’m about to drive it into her hole and finger my seed deep inside.

“What are you doing?”

I stumble away. Rosa, Christ…

What have I done? Pulling up my pants, I turn and leave the room. I’ll never be able to forgive myself.

CHAPTERSEVEN

Emma

“Chocolate croissants, your favorite,” Rosa says, smiling at me across the table of the rooftop garden.

It’s the same place we sat yesterday, not even twenty-four hours ago, yet it feels like a scene from a different life.

Last night… A dream, we called it, but then why did I wake up with my ass stinging this morning? And why did Ilikeit? Because it reminded me of what I did with my best friend’s dad—whathedid. I didn’t go to his room. I don’t have the key.Hecame tome.

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