Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 428(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I sighed then and headed out to join them. They were seated next to each other at the table, exchanging mischievous looks as they chewed on the brownies. I took my seat and Anya held out the last piece she had in her hand to me.
"Have some, Dad," she said. "It's really good."
I frowned as I looked at her. "Did you wash your hands?"
She stopped, her eyes widening, and I gave her a stern look. "Oh, did you use those hands to give Miss Moore a brownie?"
"No!" She immediately protested. "She picked one up herself and broke it in half for the both of us."
"Good, but imagine if you had.”
“Sorry,” she said.
“It’s okay. Now go in now to wash your hands."
Without a word, she hurried back to the bathroom. "You really decided to guilt-trip the baby because you wanted us—"
She caught herself, as she realized how inappropriate and presumptive she would sound, and flushed red.
"Because I wanted us alone? Is that what you were about to say?" I asked softly.
She lifted up her glass of cranberry juice, got up, and she was about to walk away when I caught her hand.
"Escaping again?" I asked.
"Not escaping, I got stuff to do."
Her tongue lightly grazed the top of her lips. I didn’t even know if it was intentional or if she was just trying to drive me mad, but whatever it was, it was working. I could see my daughter through the window. She had found a white cat and was playing with it. Fortunately for her, I heard her father’s heavy step returning from the wine cellar. He was heading for the dining room.
I had no option but to let her go, but before I did, I slipped my hand under her dress, grabbed her pussy, and pushing aside the crotch of her panties, I thrust my middle finger into her. She was so soaking wet that my finger made a squelching sound.
She gasped in shock and glared at me, but I was far from apologetic.
"Should I be sorry?" I growled, as I roughly rammed my finger in and out of her.
Her mouth opened and closed in shock. It was taboo, dirty, and quick, but I knew she was so turned on, that she was already close to a climax. I had no intention of giving her release, though. No, she was going to suffer as I did. I could hear her father leave the dining room and make his way in our direction. Her eyes were wild with desire. Staring at her flushed face, I pulled my finger out and smeared her own slickness on her lips, before I casually moved away from her.
She was breathing hard when her father walked in.
“Ah, there you all are,” her father noted.
"Hey, Dad," she greeted thickly, but I noticed she didn’t dare turn and look at him.
“Where’s the little one?” he asked, and I could see that he had noticed the thick atmosphere in the room because he was looking intently at his daughter’s back.
“Outside. Looks like she found your cat,” I said casually.
"Montana, can you check if we have any grapes left in the fridge? It’ll be nice to have some with the cheese I got from Alan."
"Alright," she said and walked over to the fridge, but her voice was still shaky as fuck.
Chapter 30
Montana
I found the grapes and washed some, but I was shaking. My fingers were trembling. I stared out of the window. Anya had pulled Tolstoy into her arms and was kissing his head. The sun was setting on the horizon and the sky was red. Everything looked so normal.
But…
Wow!
What the fuck just happened?
If it had been one second later, my father would have come and seen Cole with his hand up my skirt finger-fucking me. What a risk he took! My father’s estimation of him as something special would go down the drain. He would have become nothing more than a sexual pervert.
My dad would never have understood.
My dad would never believe that I was dripping for that sexual pervert. That I wanted him to keep on finger fucking me until I climaxed.
That way he had grabbed me had instantly drained the strength out of my legs. The shock and pleasure had sent bolts of electricity through my entire body, and now I was so worked up I needed him more than ever. As I returned to the table with the grapes I realized he had turned the tables on me.
Cole called Anya and she came running in. Everyone was seated at the table. The new bottle of wine was opened.
I wished more than anything that I could just leave. That we could both leave right now and head over to his house so we could just spend the next several hours in each other's arms. Fucking until we both forgot our names.