CHAPTERTWELVE
Felix
She stands, her wavy hair messy from all the positioning.
When she stares up at me with her lips parted like that, I can’t help but think of slipping my cock into her mouth, softly cradling her head as I inch back and forth, letting her taste the precome soaking my engorged helm.
I know I’ve gone too far. I know I should’ve stopped minutes ago.
But I can’t.
My cock is so hard, my hunger for this future so bright.
It’s like my seed is roaring at me, telling me to impregnate her now while I have the chance.
To seal our future together.
“You want to take naked photos?” she murmurs.
“Yes,” I snarl.
“Why?” she asks.
Careful.
But it’s like I can’t be careful anymore, not when even thinking is difficult.
I want to melt into her, hold her, and claim her entire body.
“Because later, when I’m not with you, I want to be able to look at them.”
“Just look?” she says shyly, her gaze flitting to the floor.
But then she turns it back to me. Her full body glistens with sweat under the studio lights, the redness in her cheeks seeming brighter, more vivid.
“No,” I snarl. “I’m going to touch myself.”
Her eyes widen. “You do want me.”
“Yes,” I snap as Lola’s name echoes somewhere dimly inside of me, forgotten for now.
What sort of father does that make me?
But Faye is too close, her scent too powerful, her everything too tempting.
“You’re beautiful, Faye. It’s been difficult working so closely with you. Every second, I’ve wanted to strip your clothes off, to kiss you and take you.”
“Take me?”
I smirk, stepping forward. “Are you really so innocent, eh? Okay, let me state it plainly. I want to drive my rock-hard dick into your tight soaked slit. Is that clear enough for you?”
She nods up and down, so close I can feel the heat of her. “Do you mean it?”
“I mean it,” I growl.
“But…,” she takes a shaking step back. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I can have naked photos of me out there.”
“I understand,” I say, nodding. “I’ve pushed this too far already. You probably need time to think.”