Chapter 3: Bye Daddy

‎It's morning already.

‎I stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting my shirt to make sure my cleavage was prominently on display. I ran my fingers over the tops of my boobs, memories of last night flooding back, his tongue in my wet pussy, his deep voice on my neck.

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‎I wish Christie hadn't interrupted us, I whispered to myself.

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‎Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open.

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‎It was Christie. "Hey! What are you still doing up here? Breakfast is ready," she said, leaning against the frame.

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‎"Yeah, I’m coming down with you now," I replied, smoothing my skirt and following her down the stairs.

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‎Charles was already seated at the head of the dining table, sipping black coffee. He looked so composed and respectable in his crisp dress shirt.

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‎"Good morning, Charles," I said softly as I walked past.

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‎His eyes lifted, slowly roaming over my exposed cleavage and taking in every inch of my outfit before meeting my gaze with a knowing look.

‎"Morning, Maya," he rasped, his voice smooth as silk.

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‎I walked over to the kitchen counter to pour myself a glass of water, my back turned to the table.

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‎"Oh, shit! Dad, I forgot to grab my project file from my desk. I’ll be right back!" Christie called out, her footsteps thumping back up the stairs.

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‎The second her voice faded, strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind. A massive, rock-hard bulge pressed directly into the small of my back.

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‎"You're pushing your luck, Maya," Charles growled against my ear.

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‎He spun me around so my back was pressed against the edge of the counter, trapping me between his large body and the marble top. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, looking up into his intense eyes.

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‎In one smooth motion, he hooked his hand under my skirt, pushing my underwear to the side. His thick fingers slid directly into my soaking wet heat, teasing my clit with pressure.

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‎"You're fucking wet already, Maya," he whispered, his voice husky and deep. "Were you thinking about me while you were getting dressed?"

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‎Heat surged straight to my core. "Mmmhh... Charles... we shouldn't do this here," I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders as his fingers began moving faster, sliding in and out of me.

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‎"Shhh..." he hushed me, leaning down to capture my mouth in a deep kiss, stifling my moans as his fingers worked me with speed.

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‎"Argh... Mmmph!" I whimpered into his mouth, my knees going weak as he drove me to the edge.

‎Footsteps suddenly echoed at the top of the stairs.

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‎Charles instantly pulled his hand from under my skirt and stepped back, smoothing his tie just as Christie rounded the corner. He casually brought his wet fingers to his mouth, licking the liquid off his knuckles while holding my gaze.

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‎"Alright, I got it! What are you guys doing standing there? We're going to be late," Christie said, grabbing her car keys from the counter.

‎"Just telling Maya to have a good day," Charles said smoothly, a devious smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He leaned in close to my ear as Christie walked toward the front door and whispered: "My room. 9 PM tonight. Don't wear underwear."