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My fingers drift lower.

She’s soaked. Her thong is wet through, and the heat coming off her pussy makes me want to rip it off and bury my tongue inside her. God, I bet she tastes so fucking sweet. She knows I can feel it because her whole body goes rigid and she stops breathing.

I should stop. I should send her back to the table and lock myself in my study. She’s Ryker’s. She’s my son’s future wife, and I should not be touching her pussy while she’s tied up on my lap.

But she’s soaked for me. For me. And my fingers are already pushing her thong to the side.

She gasps and her bound hands clench into fists behind her back. Her pussy is slick and swollen. My fingers slide through her without resistance. I run two fingers along her slit, and she moans so loud it echoes off the walls.

“You like me spanking you, baby?” My voice comes out rough. “Look how fucking wet you are. You’re dripping on my pants.”

She whimpers into the cushion. Her hips rock against my hand, trying to fuck my fingers, desperate for something inside her.

“Is that what you meant when you said you’d ride Daddy’s dick?”

I push two fingers in. She’s so tight and so wet that I have to fight the urge to rip her leggings off, bend her over the arm of this couch, and fuck her until she calls me her Daddy again. She cries out and her back arches as much as the restraints allow. Her bound hands strain against the tie, and her fingers grab at nothing.

“Fuck.” She gasps it into the cushion. “Oh fuck.”

“That’s it.” I pump my fingers slowly, curling them inside her, and my thumb finds her clit. “So fucking tight, little one. Has anyone ever touched this pussy?”

“No.” The word comes out broken. “No one. Never.”

No one has ever been inside this girl. My fingers are the first thing she’s ever felt, and she’s clenching around them so hard I can barely move. Her virgin cunt is squeezing my fingers, and she’s moaning into a cushion. This pussy is supposed to be for my son.

I don’t give a fuck. We’ve shared before. But right now, this one’s mine.

My thumb circles her clit while I fuck her with my fingers, and she falls apart on my lap. Her hips grind against my thigh, rocking into my hand. The feel of her body writhing against my pierced cock through my pants makes my vision blur. I’m going to come in my fucking pants from fingering my son’s fiancée on my couch.

It’s fucked up and makes me want to fuck her more.

“Please.” The word falls out of her between moans. She’s too far gone to form a sentence, grinding against my hand, chasing it. “Please. Please don’t stop. Rhett, please.”

“Come for me, little one.” I fuck her harder with my fingers, my thumb grinding her clit. “Right fucking now.”

She comes so hard her whole body convulses on my lap. She screams into the cushion, her bound hands pulling against the tie, her hips grinding down against my thigh. The friction of her writhing body against my cock, the sound of her screaming my name, the way her pussy pulses around my fingers—I can’t stop myself.

I come so hard I taste blood from biting the inside of my cheek to keep from groaning. Cum soaks through my boxers. I’ve got my son’s future wife shaking on my lap with her hands tied behind her back and my fingers still inside her while I pulse against her hip like a fucking horny teenager.

I shift her before she can feel the wet spot. She’s too wrecked to notice. Her body is still trembling, her pussy still clenching around my fingers. Her face is buried in the cushion while she gasps for air.

I ease my fingers out of her, and she whimpers at the loss. I lick them clean because I can’t stop myself. I wish I hadn’t, because now I know how sweet she tastes and I’m the only man who has ever tasted her. I want to flip her over and eat her pussy until she comes on my tongue and drink that too.

I untie her wrists. Red marks appear on her skin where the silk bit in. I rub them with my thumbs while she catches her breath, then pull her leggings back up and help her stand.

My hand finds her throat again before I can stop it. Her pulse is still racing, her face tilted up to mine because I’m not giving her a choice. Her lips are parted and she stares up at me with those stormy gray eyes, shaking, wrecked, looking every bit like a girl who wants more of what I just gave her. I want to kiss her. I want to taste her brat mouth the way I just tasted her pussy, then fill it with my cum. I want to pin her against this wall and fuck every goddamn hole.

I squeeze tighter and she whimpers.

I press my lips to her forehead while my hand stays on her throat. I hold my mouth against her skin longer than I should. I feel her exhale and her whole body soften into my chest.

“Such a good girl.” My voice comes out lower than I intended.

Her hands come up and grip the front of my shirt. Not pushing me away. Holding on, like I’m the only thing keeping her upright. I can feel her pulse slowing under my fingers, and I’m the one grounding her. I did this to her. I wrecked her, and now I’m putting her back together. That combination is more addictive than anything I could ever put in my body.

“Rhett?” Tears well in the corners of her eyes. Her voice is small in a way that doesn’t match the girl who just threw my dead wife in my face ten minutes ago. “What is Ryker going to do when he finds out? He’s going to hate me and think I’m the worst fucking slut.”

I squeeze her throat once more and hold her stare. “Don’t worry about Ryker, baby. Now go eat your dinner like I told you.”