Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

LORA'S POV.

My lips parted, waiting, and he didn't hesitate, didn't hold back. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, while his large, warm palm found its way under the shirt, pressing against my smooth, hot skin. 

My knees buckled, my stomach twisted, and I took my hand to the back of his head, pushing him closer, deepening the kiss and allowing his tongue to explore my throat. Moans rose from chest, mixing with his subtle sighs, and my clit throbbed painfully against his palm. 

“This is what you want huh?” He broke the kiss for a short moment, his dark, lust filled eyes searching mine. I nodded slowly, like the filthy slut that I had become. I didn't care, all I wanted was to be spread open and filled up by this man who had stolen my sleep. 

“Use your words, Lora.” 

My legs shook at the mention of my name, and when he pressed his calloused palm firmly against my dripping, aching cunt, I couldn't help but groan. 

“Yes.. daddy. This is what I want.” I answered, my lips still parted. He claimed them again, biting, sucking and getting them swollen. We moved backwards in sync, his fingers circling my clit and his other hand tugging on my hair as he buried his tongue inside me.

I couldn't breathe, and I loved it.. God, I loved it so much. 

We kept moving until my back nudged against the console table, then he lifted me effortlessly onto it, his strong arms pushing my thighs apart and letting him see my ready pussy. He grinned in satisfaction, and I pushed my head back, panting. 

“Look at that beautiful cunt, all wet for me.” His voice came, hoarse, lustful. 

“Tell me, for how long have you been wet?” He questioned, bringing his hand to my entrance again, pushing gently against my juices and the meaty, throbbing clit that seemed to swell in response to his touch. 

I took in my lower lip, watching him stroke me gently, turning me on so badly that my thighs shook from pleasure. 

“Every night.” I managed to answer, swallowing as pleasure rippled through me. 

“You're such a bad girl, Lora. Craving my cock every night?” He sounded amused, but I didn't care, as long as he kept talking to me in that husky voice of his that tickled my core. 

He swiped his thumb against my clit slowly, lifting his eyes to meet my gaze. Then, he stroked it faster, rougher, until I started to gasp for air, my fingers digging deep into the edge of the table. 

“Fuck..” I wailed, throwing my head back and shutting my eyes tightly, my body shaking from the intensity that rippled through me. My toes curled, suspended in mid air, and his strokes grew faster. 

“Look at me, Lora. Don't look away, I want to see the look on your face when I give you an orgasm.” His voice dipped low, lower than ever, and I vibrated from intense pleasure, my stomach twisting into knots. 

I obeyed, I stared into his eyes, and he grinned from satisfaction, sweat trickling down his chiseled face. I felt my own juices dripping down my ass as I got closer and closer to a climax. 

My clit started to pulsate, my arms shook on the table, and he stroked faster, his head tilted and his full lips parted in pleasure. 

“Oh my god! I'm going to come!” I screamed, fighting to maintain eye contact with him. 

“Come for me, Lora.” 

“Y… yes daddy!” 

I felt it in my stomach, rising, flaring like small balls of fire ready to burst out. My nipples hardened, my hips thrust up in anticipation, my jaw clenched as I waited for the pool of ecstacy to consume me, but then..

“Mr Lester?” 

A voice from outside echoed, a voice I knew and hated. Roderick stopped stroking me, breaking the orgasm right before it happened, and the pain surged through me, leaving me a total mess. 

He pulled away, balling his fists for a split second before digging his fingers into his disheveled hair. I shook my head, my eyes pleading with him to continue. 

“Mr Lester!” 

He sighed, adjusting his shirt and making his way over to the door. My whole body shook from rage, and I jumped down from the table with a huge scowl on my face, watching him open the door for Denise, the next door neighbor. 

I stood beside the door with my arms folded, listening to their conversation. Denise never had anything useful to say, she simply wanted to pry. She had never liked the idea of me staying with Roderick, her lonely ass had nothing else to do but pry. 

“I'm sorry for disturbing you so late but I need your help. My heater isn't working and it's getting so cold.” She complained and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. 

“Sure, I'll take a look at it.” Roderick left and shut the door behind him. 

“Ugh!” I groaned heavily and made my way back to the couch. God! I was so close to coming. My pussy was still aching, waiting to be filled, but Roderick took so long to return. 

When he finally walked back into the house, I went to him again, placing my hands on his shoulders with a smirk on my face but he gently pulled away from me and sighed.

My face fell, my heart thumping against my chest. “What's wrong?” 

“Lora, I don't want to do this. I promised your father on his deathbed that I would take care of you, this is wrong.” 

My eyes widened. “This counts as taking care of me.” 

He chuckled. “I'm exhausted, Lora. See you in the morning.” He kissed my forehead like he did every night and made his way up the staircase. 

My heart was shattered, but I knew that this wasn't the end. I didn't care how much restraint he was putting on, I was going to break down his walls and get exactly what I wanted. 

“Just wait, Roderick, this isn't over yet.” I muttered before making my way to my room, my legs almost failing to keep me up.