She was going to come again. And again. And again. And again.
I didn’t care how long it took. I’d make sure that fucker knew Athena wasn’t going anywhere with him. Athena was mine. Only I could make her feel this good. Only I could give her this pleasure.
He wanted to talk about me not being enough for Athena? Well, an old prick like him wasn’t going to last this long with her. So, he could shut his fucking mouth and watch me please my wife.
Athena grabbed the blankets in her fists and yanked up on them, exploding around me again. And still, I didn’t pull my mouth away. I began pumping my fingers into her this time, my other hand traveling from her neck to her nipples and squeezing.
“Oh my fucking God!” she screamed. “Oh my fucking God! Oh my fucking God!”
Another orgasm.
Then another.
And another.
When Athena’s body didn’t stop trembling, I flipped her onto her stomach so she was facing the glass walls, and then I crawled on top of her from behind, one hand around her throat and the other gently caressing her body.
“Charlie,” she whimpered. “Charlie, it’s too much.”
“Do you feel good?” I murmured against her neck.
She pressed her thighs together and nodded.
So, I snaked my arm around her waist and dipped my hand between her legs, fondling her pussy once more. I ground my hard cock against her ass, getting myself off too from the sight of my wife coming more times than I could count.
“You didn’t tell me that someone paid for your brunch this morning,” I said into her ear.
“Huh?” she asked in a haze.
“You didn’t tell me someone paid for your brunch this morning.”
She laid her cheek on the mattress and gazed back at me. “I must’ve forgotten. Is that what this … is about?”
“No, this is about the man who paid; he was my father.”
Athena widened her eyes. “Charlie, I didn’t?—”
“He said that you were in the restroom with him.”
“What?!” she exclaimed. “I was not. I bumped into him while exiting the?—”
“I know; I know,” I said, kissing her shoulder.
“Charlie, I promise that nothing happened.”
“I know that you wouldn’t betray me.” I placed another kiss on her neck. “I trust you.”
I tugged up on her hair so her upper body was pressed against the mattress but everyone outside could see my wife’s pretty face. And behold, the man of the hour, my own father, stood front and center, watching us.
I rubbed her clit in small circles, sucking on her skin. “Tell everyone who owns you.”
“You do,” she said between moans. “You do. You do. You do! You do!”
“Louder,” I growled. “I want everyone to know before we leave Radiant tonight.”
“Charlie Easton owns me!” she cried even louder, her eyes hazy, her lips swollen, and her pussy clenching around my fingers. “Charlie Easton owns my pussy, my body, my mind.” Her toes curled. “Me!”
“Good girl,” I murmured, kissing on her neck. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
