Semua Bab Her Sweetest Mistake [Dark Erotica]: Bab 71 - Bab 80

"I'm gonna punish you for that," I said, looking at her.She looked back at me, looking cute as ever. "I am sorry, Daddy," she said. "Please don't punish me. You will make me cry."I smiled at her act. "Too bad, baby," I said. "You have to learn your lesson."She pouted, looking adorable. I then pushed her in the bathtub. She gasped at the warm water. I got in after her and then grabbed her breasts again."You have to do better," I said as I pinched her nipples.She gasped at the feeling. "Owwwww, daddy," she saidI smiled. I grabbed the soap and then began washing her body. She leaned back against me as I cleaned her tits. I pinched her again, making her moan harder."Oww, daddy, don't pinch my nipples again," she saidI laughed at her reaction. She was adorable. I cleaned her body well and then washed her pussy."Ow daddy, be careful there," she said as I washed her pussy lips.I grinned. "Don't move," I told her.She nodded. I cleaned her pussy well and then reached for her clit. S

Richard’s POV:The fifth day of the trip had arrived, and I was exhausted. Not from the activities, but from trying to keep myself in control around Ariana.She had been testing my patience all week, teasing me with her smiles, her little glances, and the way she made sure to sit just close enough that I could smell her perfume but not close enough to touch. I had told myself I wouldn’t let her distract me on this trip. Mrs. Brown was a fellow teacher, a widow, and a woman who clearly had no shame in making her interest in me known. Every chance she got, she was touching my arm, laughing at my jokes, even the ones that weren’t funny, and making comments about how “strong” I looked.At first, I ignored her. I wasn’t interested. But I wasn’t stupid either, I knew Ariana was watching. And I knew she didn’t like it.Jealousy was written all over her face every time Mrs. Brown got too close.I could see the fire in her eyes, the way her fingers tightened around whatever she was holding wh

Ariana’s POV:I sat on my bed that night, my phone in my hands.My fingers hovered over the keyboard, typing and deleting messages over and over again.I had already sent a long apology. An epistle, really.I told him I was sorry for walking in on him and Mrs. Brown, for misunderstanding him. And for giving Michael or another boy a blow job because I merely felt Jealous of seeing him with Mrs Brown.I told him I loved him.And I waited.But no response came.The message was delivered. He saw it. But he didn’t reply.I stared at my phone screen until my vision blurred.Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.I had made a mistake, but I was going to fix it.I wasn’t just going to sit here, hoping he would text me back.No.I was going to see him.Tomorrow.The next morning, I woke up early, got dressed, and headed straight to his house.My heart was pounding as I knocked on the door.Silence.I knocked again.Nothing.I called his phone.Straight to voicemail.Something di

It wasn’t big, but it was unmistakable.My breath caught in my throat.Ariana stood in front of me, shaking, her eyes full of anger, sadness, and something else I couldn’t quite place. Then, before I could say a word, she broke down.Her fists pounded against my chest as sobs wracked her small frame.I was frozen, too shocked to move, too guilty to defend myself.Reality crashed over me.This wasn’t a lie.This wasn’t a trick.Ariana was pregnant.And the baby was mine."You left me!" she sobbed, her small hands hitting me over and over. "You ignored me!"I barely had time to process it before her mother’s voice cut through the air like a blade."You must be close to my daughter, Mr… Richard?"My throat felt dry. I forced myself to look at her mother, at the sharpness in her gaze."I think she’s carrying my child," I admitted.Silence. Heavy, suffocating silence."Excuse me?" Her mother’s voice turned razor-sharp.Ariana wiped her face with her sleeve and turned to her mother. "Mom… t

"Come in, Cheryl." His voice was deep, velvety and husky. He sounded like he could be in a ford commercial. Cheryl's stomach fluttered at the voice that she didn't think twice before turning around again. This time taking in more of his features. He was taller than she remembered. He always looked like that next to her and it made her wonder if he was too tall or she was just too short. Well, 5'4" next to George Carter can be considered too short considering he is what? 6'5". He was practically a giant. Not to mention his broad frame. His whole body covered the entrance in a muscular and strong way. Tattoos covered his whole chest and she could guess his back too. He had smaller ones grace his huge arms too and as they rippled with every movement, Cheryl swallowed hard. His hair fell over his face in graceful curls, his hazel eyes lazily gazing at her. His jaw could slice metal despite the stubbles that laced it and his diamond shaped face could pass for modeling if he went for it