Chapter 3

Lexie turned away, tears blurring her vision. Her heart was pounding, her body still aching with the memory of him. She hated herself for enjoying it. Hated herself for giving in.

She grabbed her clothes quickly, her hands shaking. She didn’t even look at him as she tried to cover herself. The heat still burned between her thighs, but her chest was tight with guilt. She had to leave. She had to get out before she did something worse.

She took one step toward the door.

“Going somewhere?” James’ deep voice stopped her.

She froze. Slowly, she turned. He stood there with his fat long dick sprang up she could still see his pre-cum dripping from it, drops of water running down his chest. His eyes were locked on her like she was prey trying to run.

“I need to go to my room,” she whispered.

He stepped closer. “No,” he said softly but firmly, “not yet.”

Her back hit the wall. He didn’t touch her at first, only leaned in so close she could feel his breath on her cheek.

“You think you can walk out after what just happened? After I’ve had a taste of you?” His hand slid to her arm, gentle but unyielding. “You’re not leaving me like that, Lexie.”

Her heart pounded so fast it hurt. Her body said one thing, her mind screamed another. And when his lips brushed her ear, she shivered despite herself.

Lexie found one last ounce of strength in her, she pushed him away. Maybe it's the proximity of his body that is making her crave him, she thought.

Her chest rose and fell fast as she tried to slip past him, her towel barely clinging to her damp skin. She wanted to run back to her room, to hide under her blanket and pretend the whole thing didn’t happen.

But James didn’t let her. His grip caught her wrist, firm and heated. His eyes darkened, scanning her body shamelessly. He pulled her closer until her chest brushed his, and before she could breathe, he bent, sweeping her into his arms.

“I can’t..”

“Too late for that,” he murmured.

Her heart pounded. “Mr. James…”

But he was already carrying her into the nearest room. Her father’s bedroom. The familiar scent of aftershave and old wood made her stomach twist. This was wrong. Too wrong.

He placed her on the bed, her towel falling open. Lexie froze, heat crawling across her skin.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, voice shaking.

James leaned over her, his dick occasionally greasing her thighs like it was challenging her, his eyes burning into hers. “You think I’ve waited years just to stop now? No, Lexie. Not when you want me too.”

Her lips parted, but no words came. He was right, her body wanted him, even if her mind screamed guilt. When his hand slid between her thighs, she gasped and grabbed his wrist. “We can’t… not here, this is my father’s bed…” That made his grin darker. “Exactly why you’re dripping already.” Her face burned. Shame and desire tangled until she couldn’t tell the difference.

He pressed her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up. Lexie’s breath caught. The sheet smelled like her father. Every nerve screamed to push James away but she didn’t move. She felt him hard and heavy against her, sliding along her skin, making her thighs tremble.

“Tell me no, and I’ll stop,” he whispered at her ear.

Lexie shut her eyes. Her mouth opened… but instead of “no,” a low moan escaped. That was all he needed.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back as he pushed inside her. Lexie buried her face in the pillow, muffling her cry. The stretch was deep, rough, but her body clung to him as if it had been waiting.

“Fuck, so tight,” James groaned, thrusting deeper. “Your father has no idea his little girl is this sweet.”

“Don’t… don’t say that,” she begged, her voice breaking.

But her hips pushed back anyway, meeting him, shame burning hotter than fire.

He fucked her harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, mixing with her gasps. Every thrust made the bed creak, her father’s bed, carrying the weight of their sin.

Lexie gripped the sheet, nails digging in, body betraying her with each shudder. She wanted to hate it. She wanted to stop. But pleasure drowned her, sharp and blinding.

When he reached under her, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, her body gave in completely. Her pussy spurted juice while she shook, muffling her cry in the pillow.

James touched her pussy, Lexie's juice dripped down his fingers and he brought it to his mouth licking them like it was some spill drink, he groaned, spilling into her, his grip keeping her arched beneath him. For a long moment, only their breath filled the room. When he pulled out, Lexie rolled onto her side, covering her face. Tears pricked her eyes. She had just let her father’s best friend fuck her. In her father’s own bed.