Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
I want to fuck her into oblivion. Rob her of the chance to walk out of this room. Her eyes close, and her mouth parts on a silent scream as she clenches around me, her orgasm stealing my resolve and sending me over the edge.
“Fuck.” My balls slap at her ass as I lose myself, my cock spasming. I pull out and pump my dick, painting my cum over her stomach and tits.
When I’ve emptied my release all over her, I ease up on my grip. A smile slips across her face, and she dips her head down, admiring my artwork. She swirls the tip of her index finger in my cum, then brings it to her mouth, tasting me. “Delicious.”
The heated moment is gone just as fast as it came. I panic and step back, watching her slide off my desk as if I didn’t just fuck her hard and dirty. She bends down, my cum still dripping between her tits, and picks up her tank top, not showing an ounce of shyness or guilt as she pulls it over her head. Reality hits me like a freight train as she tugs her skirt down her hips.
Fuck, what did I just do?
She’s still basking in the afterglow of what we just did. But my blood quickly turns cold, acknowledging my mistake. I hurry and shove my dick in my pants, trying to figure out what to do and say next.
“Wow, that was—”
“Shut up.” I don’t let her finish. This was a mistake. “I need you to get out of here. Right now.” I can tell that my words wound her. Shit, I just defaced her, and now I’m kicking her out. I’m a fucking bastard. But I need to think. What if Hazel heard? Will she tell my daughter I just fucked her mouth, her sweet cunt, and almost her ass? “NOW, Violet.”
She jumps at my harsh tone, pulling down her skirt fully and turning on her heel to run out of my office. I fall into my chair, unable to comprehend what I just did, my cock still hard, my muscles burning. I hear a knock and prepare myself to demand she leave and not return.
Another knock on my door has my nerves rattled. If Violet dares come back in here, I’m going to spank her ass until I leave a mark, and she knows to stay away. But it’s Hazel who pops her head in. Fuck. “Hey, Dad. Thought I heard something. Everything okay?”
I choke on my own lie. “Yeah, baby. Fine.”
“Okay. I was just getting water. I think Violet fell asleep on the couch in the entertainment room.”
That or rode my cock until I broke her. “Okay. Goodnight.”
“Night, Dad.”
I scrape my hands down my face, unsure how to grasp what just happened. “I am a bad daddy.”
Violet
I can’t sleep. I’ve been lying here for hours. My mind keeps going back to Mr. Winters and what we did. “Holy shit.” I blush under the covers remembering how amazing he was. I’ve never had a man so hot. I thought he would give in to the temptation, but I never imagined how bad he would really be. His wife must have been a crazy bitch to stray. I’m restless under my blanket on the couch, thinking about having him again—and again.
And there’s no way a man as hungry as he was truly wants to be rid of me. Would he turn me down if I came searching for more? I think about how careless it was. Hazel had barely passed out before I snuck away and found myself at his office door. I almost didn’t go through with it. The image of my mother and her many suitors came to mind, and that is someone I don’t want to become.
But there’s always been this desire in me for older men. I guess it’s the product of having older men in and out of my life. Never truly having a daddy figure in the picture. That reminder alone sent a wave of shame through me. I was about to turn away from his door until I heard it: the husky breathing coming from the other side of the door. I wasn’t a stranger to sex or the sounds men made. My mother didn’t bother to hide that part from me either, so when I opened his office door, I knew what I’d find. And I was right. His cock was angry and hard in his lap, and he was masturbating. And I had a feeling I had something to do with it.
I snapped, erasing any signs of the sweet, innocent Violet. She was nowhere to be found. I resurrected this presumptuous seductress, needing her courage to go through with what I planned on accomplishing. I wanted him with such ferocity, and I knew I was walking into his office and wasn’t going to take no for an answer.