جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

Two days passed in a haze of stolen looks and careful distance whenever we left the house. Victor still worked in the yard. I still pretended to work on my laptop. But every night after dinner the tension between us grew thicker. We had not touched since he took me on the living room floor. The memory of his thick curved cock stretching me open and the way he had filled me stayed in my body like a brand.On the third night after that first time I found him in the kitchen pouring a glass of water. He set it down when he saw me and simply held out his hand.“Guest room. Now.”My pulse jumped. I followed him down the short hallway. The guest room was dim, lit only by the small lamp on the nightstand. Victor closed the door and locked it. The soft click made my pussy clench.He did not rush. He turned me to face him and started with my clothes, peeling my sweater up slowly, then my bra, then my jeans and panties. When I stood naked in front of him he stayed fully dressed and simply looked

My stomach fluttered. I had never done that. I did not even know if I could.Victor moved me onto my back in the center of the bed and spread my thighs wide. He settled between them and looked at my pussy for a long moment. I was still wet from earlier, his cum slowly leaking out of me. He leaned in and dragged his tongue through the mess in one long slow stroke.“Ohhh… God…”He licked me open, tasting both of us, then focused on my clit. Soft circles at first, then firmer suction. Two fingers pushed inside me and curled upward, rubbing that sensitive front wall in steady strokes. I was already sensitive. The dual sensation made my hips lift off the bed.“Mmmmh… Victor… your tongue… ohhh…”He kept the same rhythm, tongue on my clit, fingers rubbing that perfect spot inside. Pressure built low and deep, different from any orgasm I had felt before. My thighs started to tremble.“Something feels… different… ahhh… I do not know…”“I know.” He spoke against my wet flesh. “Let it happen. Pu

The sound of the front door opening sent a quick flutter through my stomach. I already knew who it was before my father even called out. Richard always arrived the same way. Confident footsteps. The low sound of his voice greeting Jack like they had known each other forever. Which they had.I stayed upstairs a moment longer than necessary, standing in front of the mirror in nothing but my bra and panties. My heart was already beating faster. Twenty four years old and still reduced to this whenever he came around. Richard Kane. My father’s best friend. Early forties. Ridiculously rich. Never married. And still the most attractive man I had ever seen in my life.He did not look his age. Thick dark hair with only the slightest hint of silver at the temples. Sharp jaw. Broad shoulders that filled out every expensive shirt he wore. Eyes that always seemed to see more than they should. Every time he smiled at me I felt it between my legs.I pulled the fitted black dress from the hanger. It

He came hard. Thick ropes of cum spilled over his fist and onto his stomach while he groaned my name one last time. The sound was raw and deep and so full of need that my own orgasm almost followed. I pressed my fingers hard against my clit and bit my lip until it hurt, forcing the moan to stay trapped in my throat. My legs shook. My pussy clenched around nothing.I pulled my hand free while he was still breathing hard and wiped my wet fingers on the inside of my dress. Then I moved as quietly as I could back down the hallway to the living room. My heart slammed against my ribs. My face felt hot. I could still see the image of his cock every time I blinked.I waited until I heard the water running in the bathroom. Then I called out in the brightest voice I could manage.Richard? It is Bella. My father asked me to drop something off. Anyone home?There was a short pause. Then footsteps. He appeared a minute later wearing a fresh shirt and different trousers. His hair was slightly damp.

I stood on Richard’s doorstep with my heart slamming against my ribs. The excuse I had given my father was thin but he had accepted it without much question. A friend needed help with a project and might run late. I would probably just sleep over. The lie sat easily on my tongue because the truth was so much filthier.I knocked once. Then again.The door opened almost immediately. Richard stood there in a black t shirt and dark jeans, barefoot, looking at me like he had been waiting all day. His eyes moved over the short dress I had chosen, the way it clung to my breasts and stopped high on my thighs. Heat already pooled low in my belly.You came, he said.I told you I would.He stepped aside. I walked in. The moment the door closed and locked behind me the air changed. He did not give me time to speak. One hand slid into my hair and the other gripped my waist as he kissed me hard. The kiss was deep and hungry and full of every filthy promise he had made in the kitchen the day before.