I cry out as I feel the head of his cock add pressure at my centre. Pushing in, he finally breaks through, and a loud cry falls from my lips, “Fuck, you’re so—fucking—tight.” He breathes into my neck, using his other hand to dig into my ass. He pushes further inside of me, and the pleasure crashes across me instantly. My leg wraps around his waist as he thrusts his hips hard against mine.
His body presses hard against mine, almost cutting off what little air supply I may have. He wraps my legs around his waist so I can feel the full length of him, and with only one thrust, my head is spinning.
I can feel every fucking inch of him, and I feel like I’m floating. He feels so big that his grinding against my walls. I can’t think. I can’t speak. The only thing I can do is scream my pleasure down his ear.
“God, do you know how fucking good you feel.” I hear him growl in my ear.
Was I supposed to respond? I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
His hot breath heats up my skin as I feel his large hand crawl up my skin, gripping my throat and tipping me over the edge.
“That’s a good girl,” he breathes. “Cum for me, Brook.”
His tongue moves delicately across my lips, teasing me and pushing the pleasure I already feel to course through my veins.
“Oh god,” I gasp.
His teeth gently bite my lips as he thrusts his cock deep within my walls with one more scream, and I release all the pleasure he’s forced through my body.
I’m a shuddering mess as he continues to pound my pussy, his breathing becoming more ragged by the second, the grip on my throat tightening until I hear him growl and groan his own desire, feeling him fill me up with his hot load which makes me shake with desire once more.
I raise my head and look into his eyes, daring not to say one word. His fingers tease my lips as he brings his head closer to mine.
“I always get what I want.” He whispers as he finally releases me and gently places me on the ground. “Now, will you be mine?”
I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I just stare into his eyes with disbelief. I open my mouth, but the noise from the other room stops any words that want to fall out.
“Daddy,” Kate screams.
We both look at each other, while her voice continues to scream through the house. She’s getting closer; I can hear the clack of her heels.
“Be a good girl and go to the pool; we will finish this later.”
I stare at him in disbelief. Finish what? Hadn’t we already finished? I shake my head and quickly fasten the towel around my waist, picking my bikini bottoms from the ground and rushing outside with wobbly legs.
Once I’m outside and my bikini is as it was before he had torn it from my body, I dip my feet into the water, allowing my body to immerse itself in the cool, wet serenity of the pool but nothing can wash away what I’d just done.
I’d just fucked my best friend’s dad, I was going to hell.
Trapped
The city doesn’t sleep, but the street outside my building is quiet. Too quiet. The usual rattle of traffic is replaced by the low hum of an idling engine, the kind that stays just out of sight until you notice the rhythm of it, pulsing under your skin.
My gut knots.
I know before I even round the corner.
Rafe doesn’t send warnings twice.
The black car parked half a block down gleams beneath the flicker of the streetlamp, windows tinted so dark it’s a mirror. As I approach, the door swings open, and a voice cuts through the night like smoke curling down my throat.
“Dean.”
I freeze. He doesn’t need to step out for me to feel the weight of him, but he does anyway, one polished shoe at a time, deliberate, unhurried, like the devil unfolding himself from hell.
Rafe looks the same as he did upstairs at Club Z—tailored suit that probably costs more than my first car, dark hair slicked back, smile sharp enough to bleed you out before you notice you’re cut.
“Going somewhere?” His eyes flick to the keys in my hand, then back to me.
