Chapter 2: Almost Caught

‎"Dad, are you in there?" Christie’s voice sounded again from outside the door.

‎"I’m dressing, baby. You can go back to your room," Charles said, his voice entirely composed and steady.

‎"Okay, I’ll be in my room," Christie replied. I held my breath until I heard her footsteps fading down the hallway.

‎The moment she was gone, I let out a heavy sigh of relief.

‎"Now... where were we?" Charles groaned, his eyes shifting down from my face to the massive, bulging cock in his shorts.

‎"It’s your turn," he said, his voice dropping an octave.

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‎I sat up on the bed and crawled over to him, sliding my hands down to pull his shorts down. The moment his underwear slipped off, his thick, veiny cock sprang free, rock hard and easily twice the size of anything I had ever imagined. My heart hammered against my ribs as I wrapped my fingers around his girth.

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‎"Now suck it," he commanded.

‎I leaned in and wrapped my lips around the warm cap, teasing the head with my tongue before taking him deeper into my mouth. I worked my tongue down his cock, using one hand to stroke the base while my mouth moved up and down his length.

‎Charles threw his head back, letting out a low, guttural groan of pleasure.

‎I moaned around him, loving the taste of his cum on my tongue. He slid his fingers into my hair, gently guiding my rhythm.

‎"You look so damn pretty like this," he whispered hoarsely. He took control, holding the back of my head and pacing my movements as he pushed deeper, nearly hitting the back of my throat.

‎A sudden jolt ran through his body. He held my head firmly against his thigh as a wave of hot liquid filled my mouth. I swallowed every drop with a smile, looking up at him through my lashes.

‎"Good girl," Charles praised, a dark smirk tugging at his lips as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

‎He leaned down, burying his face in my chest to bite and suck at my cleavage. I felt his thick fingers slide under my nightgown, finding my dripping wet clit and stroking it with direct pressure.

‎"Mmmhh..." I gasped, biting my lip to keep from screaming out.

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‎"You’re so fucking wet for me, Maya," he growled against my skin.

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‎Suddenly, my phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. The screen lit up with Christie’s name.

‎Why was she calling me at this time of night?

‎"Don't pick it up," Charles murmured, moving his lips down to nipple on my neck.

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‎"Mmm... wait, Charles... it might be important," I panted, reaching out with a trembling hand to swipe the answer button. I pressed the phone to my ear, trying to keep my voice steady. "H-Hello?"

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‎"Maya? I couldn't find you in your room," Christie's voice came through the speaker. "Did you forget we promised to study together tonight?"

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‎Charles smirked against my neck, sliding two fingers deep inside my wet heat while I was on the line. A sharp gasp nearly escaped my throat.

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‎"Umm... sorry! I completely lost track of time," I choked out, squeezing my eyes shut as I fought the urge to moan into the phone. "I'll be right there!"

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‎"Okay, hurry up," Christie said before hanging up.

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‎The second the call ended, Charles pinned my wrists above my head, his heavy body pressing me into the mattress as his lips savagely devoured mine.

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‎"Mmmhh..." I moaned into the kiss, melting under his weight.

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‎"We aren't finished yet, little girl," he rasped, his eyes with hunger.

‎"I have to go before she suspects something," I whispered, reluctantly wiggling out from under him.

‎I stood up, adjusting my nightgown in a hurry, my cheeks burning. Charles stayed on the bed, watching my every move.

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‎"Go," he said, his deep voice carrying a strict warning. "There will be no excuses next time."

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