Page 26 of The Gift that Keeps On Giving

“Youwhat?You can’t…do that. Youcan’t.”

And yet, the very idea of becoming a permanent fixture in their beds makes my nipples pucker painfully inside the corset top. The swelling of my breasts, along with my nervous breathing is making it difficult to keep decent. This top is tight as it is, and now I’m practically popping free of the snug lace cups, drawing both men’s rapt attention.

Dean leans in to speak against my ear. “You think we wouldn’t fly six hours in both directions to fuck you?”

“Enough of this,” I moan, pushing against their chests in a flimsy protest when they lean in to kiss opposite sides of my neck, two sets of hands grabbing at my hips, attempting to pull me right, then left, into their laps. “Save it for back at the house.”

Cameron breaks off a frustrated but eager groan. “Finally going to be inside you.”

“Yes,” I murmur, turning to kiss his lips softly, a pulse fluttering between my legs. Goosebumps aplenty. “Finally.”

Dean’s thumb is massaging the back of my neck. “Just so we have this straight, I’ll be Cameron’s father in this scenario?”

“Yup.” I turn and flutter my eyelashes at him. “Literally Daddy.”

My silly joke has his pupils expanding to block out his irises. “Let’s eat fast.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Cameron says.

“I’ll drink to that,” I say, lifting the wine glass once more, my head starting to swim.

Dean

I agreed to play out this scene to show Cameron some acceptance.

I didn’t expect to be so stirred up when the moment arrived.

How could I not be rocked by hunger when I walk into Cameron’s bedroom and find Ruby on the floor, the corset of her dress askew. According to Cameron, this is how she ended up after falling out of bed that day during our senior year. And if she looked a fraction as hot and vulnerable as this, I forgive Cameron’s father for wanting to beat off.

Rosy nipples have peeked over the edge of her lace corset top, her knees raised and slightly parted, so I can register her lack of panties. She had three glasses of wine at lunch and the alcohol has made her neck loose, her smile dreamy. Her visible inebriation gives me pause until I remind myself this was her idea. She consented to this while sober.

“Hello Mr. Jones,” she says, swaying her knees side to side. “Are you enjoying your visit with Cameron?”

“I’m enjoying it a lot more now.”

She giggles, but it ends in a hiccup, bringing a flush of color to her cheeks. “I was at a pool party this afternoon. I promise I’m usually a lot more professional than this.”

“You don’t hear me complaining, do you?”

She shakes her head no, and goddamn, those bouncy titties shake, too, swelling my cock in my briefs, shrinking my windpipe. Is this how that fifty-something-year-old man felt that day? Standing in front of a college freshman with her tits out? He probably couldn’t look away for the life of him.

I become aware of Cameron in my periphery, watching my interaction with Ruby happen from the hallway, his palm coasting up and down the ridge of his erection.

“Did Mrs. Jones come for the visit, too?” she asks, sweetly tilting her head, as if her cunt isn’t ripe and golden, staring me in the face.

“No, it’s just me on this trip,” I respond, my voice beginning to grow ragged. “How often do you tutor my son, darling?”

“As often as he needs.”

I chuckle. “I have a feeling he needs a lot of tutoring.”

She laughs, too, but the elbow propping her up slips out from under her, sending Ruby flopping onto her back, increasing the volume of her laugh. “Oh my goodness. This is so embarrassing, Mr. Jones. I don’t usually drink alcohol.”

“Do you need some help getting up?”

“Yes, I think so.”

I saunter closer to Ruby until I’m standing over her, looking down at her lush tits from above, her skirt riding up to the tops of her long, lithe thighs now. My cock pulsates with need—and fuck, I’m beginning to get a better understanding of Cameron’s predicament. Maybe it’s sick and twisted, but we’re raised to think our fathers are invincible. There’s something excruciatingly hot about one of these so-called faultless men turning into a horny animal for a girl three decades his junior. Losing his composure.

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