But I can’t say anything because a mere foot away is my father. The man who planned this whole fucked up arrangement from the start.
He raises a brow in challenge. I shake my head and mouthjustlet me explain.
He doesn’t.He pulls out again completely and then thrusts into me, angling harder this time. I draw in a breath, trying to steady myself and stop the sensations that I’m feeling. One of his hands move to my clit and rolls it harshly between his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Hey. You okay in there Rosie?” my dad’s voice brings me back to the reality of my situation.
“Yes, just um, dropped my razor on my leg.”
“Shit, that sounds like it hurts. I’m wincing from here.”
“Just, you know, a bit.”Felt fucking good too.“I think there’s blood.”That’ll get him out of here.Boone’s brows jump and his lips twitch like he’s trying to hide a smile.
“Do you want me to grab you a band aid?”
Well damn, I miscalculated that.
“Nope. All good. Water is taking care of it,” I reply.
Boone’s smile turns wicked as he brushes my clit harder. His other hand slips around my ass, moving towards my puckered hole. My eyes become panicked because I can feel my orgasm starting, my nipples pebbling harder as he drags his cock out again before thrusting in deeper.
My eyes practically roll into the back of my head with just how good he uses his cock to hit every part of me.
Boone!I mouth, panicking now, but he doesn’t stop. His fingers inch further until they're brushing against my rim, one testing my entry.
“Okay, sure Dad, can’t we just talk about this on…” I’m panting now, having to catch my breath to stop the orgasm that’s barreling towards me like a truck. My pussy clenches, squeezing Boone tighter inside me, which only fuels him to move harder.
He pulls out, a deep rumble of energy that I feel rolling through him and then slams into me again.Fuck me.
“…You know, on Monday?” I finally finish my sentence, sounding like I just ran a marathon I’m so breathless.
“Yeah, yep, we can do that. I just wanted to come over and tell you good work on Boone’s case and to keep it up. Let’s ride this thing out strong. Sounds like Cain’s planned for everything to get dropped next week for him so all you have to do is hang tight for two more weeks then you can let go of the hockey asshole.”
Two more weeks.
And with those words Boone reaches between us, shoves a finger into my opening which is already stuffed full of his behemoth cock I don’t know how anything more can fit, and then pulls it out, dragging it across my stomach, over my tits and to my lips like he's painting before sliding it into my mouth and mouthing the wordssuck, wife.
I do, closing my lips around it and sucking him clean with a quiet moan before I hear my dad knock on the doorframe of the bathroom again like he’s finally leaving.
“Alright, proud of you, baby girl. Youngest senior partner in the history of the firm,” he says with a chuckle, clearly waiting for a response to the confirmation that I’m getting my promotion.
But Boone’s finger is hooked in my mouth, holding me captive like a fish on a line. I try to push it out with my tongue, but his eyes glint with amusement as he tightens his hold, keeping it pressed against my cheek and yanking slightly.
“Love you, Dad! See you Monday! Bye!” I manage to call out, my words muffled but hopefully convincing enough.
Finally, blessedly, I hear the door click shut behind him.
“Boone,” I hiss, my voice barely a whisper. “I need to go make sure he actually left.”
“Abso—”thrust“fucking—”thrust“not,” he growls, his tone possessive and unwavering as his hips drive into me harder.
Two of his fingers are still hooked at the corner of my mouth, holding me right where he wants me, completely at his mercy.
“I’m coming inside your cunt tonight,” he growls, his voice bordering on anger. “I’m filing you withmyseed. So that you smell and taste likemine.So that all this talk about my ex can finally be put to bed. For good.”
“Boone,” I whimper, my breath hitching as he slams into me again, his pace relentless, his fingers working my clit so hard I can hardly think. “I promise it was before anything happened between us. I shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”
“I don’t care when it was, Rosie,” he bites out, his brown eyes blazing with an intensity that makes my chest tighten. He’s upsetwith me. “You know the truth. You know that’s not who I am. And you’re mine. Now and always.”
