Her hole loves talking to me, fluttering as the orgasm builds inside her. She releases, her scream turning hollow as though she can’t find her breath.
“Good girl,” I growl, staring down as my cock disappears between her folds over and over again.
Her come seeps down my cock. When I push in again, it gathers at the base, smoothing up toward her asshole. I slide my thumb over the cream and spread it over her ass cheeks, grabbing them with both hands, pushing them together as I make them shimmer for me.
“Fuck, that’s it. That’s it. Fuck—”
Roaring, I collapse against her, wrapping my arm across her middle and biting down gently on her shoulder. My cock erupts, my seed rushing up my shaft, so much of it exploding out of me my helm burns. The heat is all I can think about, my seed leaving my body, entering hers, where it belongs.
Only mine.
Her pussy flutters around my cock, squeezing down hard, milking me for everything, drawing out my climax. I keep hammering into her, feeling nothing but the unbelievable tension in my dick.
Finally, I slow down, gasping against her ear.
She turns and we find each other’s lips in the mayhem, but only for a second. I fall to the side and pull her into a hug. I’m still inside of her, but wilting.
I slip out and I hold her close, my lips against her hair.
“Was that okay?” she asks softly.
“That’s putting it about a thousand times too mildly,” I tell her.
She shuffles against me. “I can’t believe how good it felt. Not good. I don’t even have the words. At first, I thought it was going to hurt. But then everything just… flowed. Does that make sense?”
I kiss the back of her head, inhaling her scent. “You are so sexy. And yeah, it makes sense. You were flowing.”
She giggles. “I thought the sounds were going to turn you off.”
I slide my hand down her side, reaching around to play with her clit. My cock is already stirring again, even though I just emptied my balls in her.
“I love when your body talks to me.”
She rustles against me. “Can you seriously… again?”
I smirk. “You can’t?”
“Maybe. But I might need a break after. You’re so freaking huge.”
She turns in my embrace, looking up at me with a cute ready-for-anything smile. “I want to try something.”
“I’m listening.”
With a giggle, she starts kissing down my chest. My cock twitches. I’m going to be rock solid by the time she gets down there.
The front door opens. Somebody’s walking down the hall.
She sits up and I leap to my feet.
“Hello?”
It’s Alexis.
“Dad? Tam? Is anybody home?”
Fuck.
I move toward the living room doors, trying to be as quiet as I can. It’s the first thing she will see.
She’s going to catch us. She’s going to find us like this.
It was never supposed to be this way.
“Dad?”
I close the doors softly to the den but she sees and moves forward.
“Why’d you shut the doors?”
“I…”
Glancing behind me, I look at Tamia. She’s staring with her hands across her breasts and her sex.
We’re naked in the living room. There’s only one exit. And my daughter is standing at that exit.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Dad, I saw you close the doors,” she says. “Unless you know somebody else who has your identical hands?”
“I can’t open the doors right now.”
“Why?”
Tamia shakes her head at me, but I’m not sure what she means by that.
Should I lie, tell the truth?
“Dad, this is really weird. Just talk to me, at least.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Tamia
I shake my head at him, but even I’m not sure what I mean.
Suddenly it all seems so real.
Which is a stupid thing to think.
It was always real. There were always consequences. I just let myself forget.
“I’ve had a crappy night,” Alexis says, making me think of Lisa, of Lisa’s heart beating in her chest, and how I might break it tonight. Lisa’s heart and my other best friend, all of it ruined.
“Are you in there with somebody, Dad? If you’ve got a date, you can just say so. You don’t have to be weird about it.”
I slowly move around the room, picking up my clothes. They lay scattered, each one a mark of how frantically we claimed each other. It was all so sudden and all-consuming.
As quietly as I can, I get dressed.
“I’m not alone,” Triston says.
“Oh, okay. Am I allowed to meet this mystery woman?”
Triston winces. “I can’t do this.”
My whole body judders at his words.
“Can’t do what?” Alexis says.
“Lie to you.”
Triston meets my eye, his eyebrows raised in a question.
I want to tell him, no, but I can’t. There’s too much pain in his face. I can read it so easily now, better than my own reflection. There has to be some magic there, as though making love, bonding like that changed us.
Biting down, I nod, even if it hurts. Even if I know we’re risking everything.