Page 10 of Mine to Keep

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, each breath a silent plea as she watches our reflection. My other hand snakes down her body, fingers dancing over her slick heat. She quivers, biting her lip, trying to stifle the moans that threaten to spill from her lips.

“Look at us, Kate.” My gaze burns into hers through the glass. “Watch how much you enjoy Daddy’s touch.”

Her body responds to my probing fingers, her hips grinding back against me. I see the battle in her eyes, the struggle to stayquiet, to obey. I’m relentless, pushing her toward the edge with expert strokes designed to unravel her completely.

“Fuck...” she breathes out, the words muffled against her plump lips as she tries to keep quiet.

“You’re being such a good girl for me.” I thrust my fingers deeper, feeling her silky walls clenching around them. “Let go, Kate. Come for me.”

And she does, her entire body shaking as she surrenders to her pleasure. I feel her climax in the tension of her grip on my wrist, in the silent scream that contorts her pretty face in the mirror.

Before she can catch her breath, I position myself behind her, unbuckling my slacks and pulling out my thick cock. I press her against the cool glass with one hand splayed over her mouth to muffle her cries. “Keep watching,” I insist, sliding inside her with a single, fluid motion.

Her eyes are wide, locked on our joined bodies in the mirror. The sight is intoxicating—my older, dominating presence against her youthful, vibrant form. With each thrust, I force her to confront the raw reality of our desire, the forbidden thrill of our connection.

“Feel that, Kate? That’s Daddy taking what he wants.”

She nods, a whimper escaping from beneath my hand as I drive into her deeper, harder, determined to make her feel my cock for the rest of the week. Nothing else matters, the only reality that’s left is the rhythm of our bodies as I shove my dick inside her over and over again.

“Remember this moment, baby,” I breathe out, my control shattering with every movement. Right now, I don’t give a damn if anyone hears what we’re doing. “Remember how Daddy makes you feel.”

And then we’re lost, spiraling together into a place where nothing exists but the rapid beat of our hearts and the collisionof flesh on flesh. We both soar over the edge of our releases while I muffle her scream and hold back a grunt of my own. I press my body into hers, desperately trying to shoot my hot cum as far as I can into her tight little pussy.

Panting while my heart is pounding like it’s trying to escape my chest, I step back and watch Kate’s chest heave with each breath she takes. Barely able to stand on her tall heels, she turns, her blue eyes still glazed over with the remnants of lust as a silent conversation passes between us.

A small smile plays on her pouty lips, but there’s something else in her gaze—a depth that wasn’t there before. I’m too afraid to name it, fearing I’m projecting my own feelings onto the beautiful girl who just let me inside her again.

There’s a shuffle of fabric as we redress and straighten our clothes, an attempt at restoring a modicum of normality while knowing nothing is normal anymore. Not after this.

As she steps out of the fitting room, I follow, trailing my fingers along the small of her back. The touch is possessive yet gentle—a contradiction that mimics the storm swirling inside me.

“Let me help you with that,” I murmur, brushing her hair aside to button the single pearl closure at the back of her blouse. It’s an intimate gesture, one that makes her tremble beneath my fingertips, especially when my lips ghost over her neck.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispers, reverent and sincere, filling me with a thrill of pleasure mixed with a pang of guilt.

“I’d do anything for you, Kate.” My voice is low, raw with emotion.

I buy everything she looked at—much to her protest—then we leave the boutique in silence as the air around us is heavy with unspoken words. There’s a shift in the way she moves, a newfound grace that comes with the knowledge that what we share is growing, becoming more real than just fun. I can sensethe change in myself too, a dangerous longing for something I shouldn’t want, something that will cost me what took twenty-plus years to build.

As we walk outside in the warm summer sun, I steal glances at her, taking in the flush on her cheeks and the brightness in her eyes. The allure of Kate is undeniable, magnetic, pulling me in despite every red flag waving in my face.

The thought of a future with her flickers in my mind, tantalizing and terrifying in equal measure. Can I reconcile the man I am, one of principles and control, with the man who succumbs to such intoxicating desire?

“Tommy?” Her voice pulls me from my reverie. “You’re quiet. Is everything okay?” There’s a hint of apprehension in her tone.

“It’s perfect, baby,” I assure her with a smile that feels more like a mask.

She links her arm through mine, resting her head on my shoulder as we continue down the street. In that simple gesture lies a promise, a vow of complicity in our forbidden tryst.

I know I’ve fucked up, my moral compass spinning out of control. However, right now, with her body pressed against me and the taste of her pussy still on my tongue, I let myself bask in the afterglow, pushing away the creeping doubts.

For now, I’m hers—utterly and completely. And as we step into the evening, the future stretches out before us, a tormenting mix of desire and indecision.

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KATE

It’s too soon, way too soon for this pounding in my chest, this lightning in my veins that spells out Tommy’s name with every heartbeat. Sex and kisses and a carousel of hopeful expressions that all blur together in my head, making me feel like I’m living a dream. A fun, exciting fantasy with a man who sees me, the real me, and makes me feel beautiful, sexy, confident. The man who looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world. And even though my fantasy could come crashing down at any moment, I’m going to cherish every second of it while I can.

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