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Leaning forward, he nipped her ear.
“One last time.”
After all, there was very little point in pulling away now. He was already wrapped around her. Once they left the bed, it would be over. No more.
Keep telling yourself that, a little voice whispered through his mind. Damian ignored it.
That was for future Damian to deal with.
Reaching down, he lifted her leg, holding her open as he began to pepper kisses down the back of her neck and over her shoulder. Shifting his hips, he could feel the slick heat of her pussy on the tip of his dick—she was already wet and ready for him.
Last night, he’d taken his time. This morning, he wanted it fast and hard and hot. Holding her leg up, he rocked his hips, rubbing his cock between the wet folds of her pussy before lining the tip up with her entrance. Emily moaned, rocking back against him, the curves of her ass plush against his groin.
Damian thrust, sinking inside of her easily, and she whimpered in response. This position, so different from last night’s, would give her entirely new sensations. It also allowed him to reach down to caress her swollen clit, teasing the little nub as he began to rock in and out of her from behind.
“Oh, yes… Daddy…”
Fuck he loved hearing her call him that. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of it.
Except this is the last time, remember? Unless…
He pushed the voice away again. It was the last time. Which meant he’d just have to enjoy it while it lasted.
Biting down on the back of her shoulder, he sucked on the skin hard enough to leave a mark. It would be easily covered by any shirt, but he’d know it was there for a few days at least. A small mark to remember him by.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered against her shoulder, groaning as he kept thrusting into her at a steadily increasing pace. She whimpered, clenching around him as his fingers circled her clit, teasing her, taking her higher. “Good girl.”
The shrill ring of his phone cut through the air.
Not just any ring.
Katrina’s ring.
“Fuck.”
Emily froze against him.
“Give me a second. I’ll turn it off.” There was no way he could keep fucking Katrina’s best friend while his daughter’s ringtone kept blaring.
The phone was on the other side of the bed, Emily’s side. Still lodged deep in her pussy, Damian rolled forward. His heart rate had kicked up with the reminder that this was definitely something he should not be doing. He could already feel his erection threatening to deflate, despite the fact he was buried in Emily’s pussy.
Now on all fours in front of him, ass in the air, Emily buried her face in the pillows while Damian fumbled for his phone with one hand, trying to keep his balance. He just needed to hit the button to reject the call…
But his finger slid against the screen when he lost his balance a bit, in exactly the wrong spot. He knew what was happening, yet he couldn’t stop it.
He could only watch in horror as his daughter’s face suddenly popped up on the screen.
Video call.
She’d done a video call.
You fucking idiot.
“Hi Da— DAD! OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHO IS THAT?” Katrina’s voice went from normal to screaming in less than two seconds, obliterating any hope he’d had of hiding what was going on.
Emily lifted her head in horror.
“Katrina?!” Her voice, unnaturally shrill, didn’t keep his daughter from recognizing her.
