Clearly, it works as his moans increase in volume and proximity from one to another.
His hand fists my hair but he applies no pressure. Message received though as I go for broke, which causes his finger inside me to be joined by a second, the tips of both finding my spot and taking me close.
“Right there,” I mumble, his dick in my mouth as he fingers my pussy to perfection.
I don’t know if it’s day or night, or what planet I’m on because I’m overloaded with pleasure.
“I’m gonna blow,” he warns. “But not before you do,” he promises.
His fingers find a different gear, pressing against my G-spot as he works his crooked knuckles past my entrance, the palm of his hand squarely against my clit.
The sensation overwhelms me and I start bobbing on his dick with reckless abandon. His head bounces off the window behind him as he struggles to stay conscious, or whatever the hell is happening with him with those eyes of his rolled back in his head.
The friction between my legs overtakes me and I feel that warning sensation and suddenly it’s too late. My body unloads as my pussy contracts on his digits and I deep throat his cock in one final motion, causing him to explode in my mouth.
The hot spray hits the back of my throat just as there’s a knock on the window.
“Hey! What’s going on in there?”
At first, I figure it’s a security guard who is just doing his job but picked the worst possible moment to do so. Then my mind processes the voice behind it.
Dad.
I pull up off Soren’s cock right as a hand cups itself against the glass and I see my father’s eyes damn near pressed against the glass as he tries to look in.
My mouth no longer wrapped around Soren’s cock, his next hot, white rope goes airborne, landing on the glass right where my father’s face is.
The most comedic moment in the history of sex, in my limited experience considering I’ve never read anything like it in one of my Kindle romance novellas but considering this is real, not fiction, it’s not funny. Not one bit.
“What the fuck?” my dad says, pulling his face back and quickly a flashlight is shined in at us. The blacked-out window can only do so much against a high-powered flashlight, come dripping from my face as dad looks in.
“Get the fuck out of there. Get the fuck out!” he yells.
Soren zips up and waits for me to make myself as presentable as possible, which is a far cry from anything ladylike.
As soon as Soren has the door open my dad pops him right in the jaw. Soren doesn’t respond, taking the blow that it’s hard to argue he doesn’t deserve.
“My fucking daughter. In my vehicle. Sleeping under my roof. You piece of fucking shit. Get the fuck away from me, from us, and never show your face in my state again or I’ll have you arrested.”
“For what? I’ve done nothing wrong?”
“Nothing?” my dad says in a rage, swinging and connecting with Soren a second time, but although his neck twists to the side his feet stay planted showing my dad he’s not afraid.
“I’m in love with her.”
“Get out of here with that bull shit or I’ll have you detained in a jail cell indefinitely. Get the fuck out of my face!”
Soren looks in at me. “I’ll be back for you.”
“Soren! No. Don’t go.” I reach out for him, but it’s too late. I grasp nothing but air as he turns to leave, tossing the car keys on the ground as he walks away.
“I should have him fucking locked up,” Dad says under his breath. “And for you young lady-”
“I’m an adult,” I interrupt. “I can do whatever I want.”
“Not as long as you live under my roof. I won’t permit you out running around like a fucking two-bit whore.”
I cock back and slap my dad across the mouth. He rubs his hand across it, looks for blood on his hand, and then laughs at me.