He’s always been the hero, and I’ve always been the villain in this town. Shane can give her everything I can’t, and it’s about time he had some luck with women. His first marriage broke down because he was away in the army. That sort of life can take its toll on any marriage, and one of the reasons he left to try to save it. But he was too late.
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Shane dropsme off at the house after our regular pool night at the Black Crow. I sneak into the house quietly, not wanting to wake Vi at this late hour, knowing she’s been home all night from the tracking app on her phone. Opening the fridge, I pull a beer from the pack and make my way to the living room to unwind before bed.
Reaching the door, I pause. A light dazzles through the crack with voices from the TV and another unfamiliar sound. My head tilts. An electrical toy?
My shoulders rock with a silent laugh. I’m about to step away, but my legs won’t move. When curiosity gets the better of me, I peer through the crack in the door. Her favourite chick flick plays on the screen. Slowly creeping the door open, she comes into view; flush cheeks, eyes closed, back arched. Fucking breathtaking.
Standing in the doorway, I release the door handle, letting it swing open a little more. She doesn’t flinch, too wrapped up in her own pleasure. My jeans become incredibly uncomfortable. I know it’s wrong to watch, but I’m mesmerised. Locked in some sort of trance, watching her lips part and hearing her sweet little moans while her hand pumps the gift I bought her.
She opens her eyes, catching me watching, and even now I’ve been caught, I still can’t look away. The buzzing stops as the vibrator bounces against the floor. She fumbles with her pyjama shorts to cover her pussy.
I should go, but my feet won't budge. And fuck, now she's seen me, I have to own it and not make this fucking awkward. I stalk over, keeping my eyes locked on hers. I sip the beer from the bottle and casually sit on the old wooden table in front of the sofa where she rests.
Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, but she’s still and quiet, like a mouse trapped under a cat’s paw. Only tonight I’m a fucking panther.
“You like your gift?” I pick the toy up from the floor, holding it up to see it glisten with the slickness of her. I fight myself back from licking it clean and diving in to eat her pussy like it’s my last meal. “Don’t stop.” I hand it to her.
She snatches it back. “H…how…long have you—” She gulps.
“Long enough to see how fucking perfect you are.” I rest my elbows on my knees and lean closer to her. “Don’t stop on my account.”
To my surprise, she lifts the elastic to her shorts and slips the vibrator underneath the fabric, keeping it from view, but she can’t hide the sound, nor can she hide the flicker in her eyes as she rubs it against her clit.
I’m seconds away from taking it in hand and pleasuring her myself, but I can’t cross that line. I’ve already gone too far. But I don't want her to feel any shame, like she's doing something wrong. It’s me that’s in the wrong for watching, but I’ve never been one for doing the right thing.
Her hand slips under her top, squeezing her nipple, and it takes every ounce of strength not to touch her.
I adjust my jeans, giving my ever-growing dick some room to breathe. “Take off your shorts, Vi. Show me how much you like my gift.” Fuck. The beer I drank tonight has made me bold. I grit my teeth to stop anything else spilling from my lips. I'm about to apologise when her eyes flick to the bulge in my jeans and back to mine.
“You first, Daddy.”
My mouth waters at the prospect of seeing that pink little nub up close, and I make swift work of releasing my engorged dick. It springs to life, like an inmate finally set free.
Everything about this scene is wrong. I’m one sick bastard, old enough to be her dad. But she reminds me so much of my angel that I lost. It’s hard to resist. Only Vi is no angel, and no shrinking violet splayed out on my couch.
And I’m no saint.
Her eyes bulge, jaw lax. She swipes her tongue along her teeth, taking in my full length that grows thicker and harder in my hand with each passing second.
I nod to her shorts. “Your turn, petal.”
With trembling hands and ragged breaths, she inches her shorts down, giving me a peek at the violet tattoo low on her belly. I want to dive down and kiss the flower, then lick a trail to the small bud between her thighs.
She inches the fabric of her shorts down a little more. The vibrator holds still between her clenched thighs, in front of a small triangular tuft of hair, but it’s enough to have my cock nodding in agreement as it weeps at the tip for her.
The shorts reach her knees, then drop to the floor. “Spread your legs. Let me see that pink little bud.”
She lifts her feet out of the shorts, and I kick them to the side. With my heart pounding, mouth watering, fist clenching, her legs part, opening herself up to me fully like a good girl. But she’s so fucking bad.
I pull my shirt over my head and her eyes feast on my inked chest. I nod to her top, hoping she’ll do the same and she does. With one hand, she pinches her nipple while the other massages the toy into her slickness, sliding in and out to rub her clit. She shudders with each slip of her hand.
Dick in palm, I stand, crowding her bare chest, placing my free hand to rest on the back of the sofa, next to her head. Her back arches and she spreads her legs wider, as if offering herself up to me in sacrifice. My eyes lock onto hers, inches away. I fight the devil inside me to consume her mouth and seal our fate forever. She’s so fucking perfect. Too perfect for me. I can’t claim her. I’m not deserving, but I’ll take this moment and milk it for all I can, staring into her eyes as she comes undone at the seams, stitch by glorious stitch.
Her moans are louder, and she calls my name as if it’s me making her come. Even though we’re not touching, I can feel the electricity spark between us. Throwing her head back, she stiffens beneath me, crying out again. With her crest I shoot my load, thrusting, panting, spilling all over her bouncy tits, painting her naked flesh with my desire.
The vibration between her legs stills. Her eyes move from the cum coating her chest to my swollen dick still in hand, then to my stare. I’ve never seen a more beautiful site. Her breaths slow, mingling with mine as I hover inches above her.
