Page 44 of UnScripted

“You need to tell him Dev. Now before it’s too late. If he’s catching feelings for you and you sleep with him—then he finds out. Damn, I’d hate to see that man angry. He’ll cut you out for sure. Not because of who you are but because you didn’t trust him with the truth.”

I shiver, “I know. I like him so much,” my hands crumble the empty bag twisting it in a ball, “I’m so afraid that once I tell him… the way he looks at me is going to change and I won’t be able to do anything about it.”

“I know sweetie,” she hugs me and strokes my hair, “but you owe him the truth. What he decides is up to him. But I know you’re a woman worth knowing, Dev. Fuck him if he holds your DNA against you.”

“I hope he thinks so, too.”

We decide to order delivery and snuggle under a blanket watching Sons of Anarchy all night until we can’t keep our eyes open, despite how hot Jax is and we turn it off.

The last thought I have as my head hits my pillow is of the way his eyes glowed like a predator as he rounded that curve in the woods and came for me.

I shiver under the covers, close my eyes and slip my hand between my thighs. It doesn’t feel as good as he did. Groaning, I open my eyes confused for a second at the hot pink dildo sitting on my dresser. Shoving the covers away, I bound out of bed and grab it. It hums loudly, I press another button and the head of it vibrates like a jack hammer.

Biting my lip, I fall back into bed, pinch my nipples and moan as I slip it in. “Rog,” I gasp, throwing my head from side to side, pretending it’s him hitting my G-spot, not a pink plastic dick. My phone pings with a text disrupting me.

Rog:Can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout you sugar.

I was so close to coming, I decide to text him back when I’m done. My hand slaps the phone away as I pick up where I left off.

My hand pumps it in and out, I rise, sitting on it reverse cowgirl, so it goes deeper. It hits my G-spot with the speed of a jackrabbit. The old bed that came with the rental squeaks loudly in rhythm to my hips fucking the toy. I moan, arching my back coming and gasping his name, “Rog.”

“Yes, sugar,” he chuckles in the dark.

My eyes pop open, I’m still having aftershocks as my eyes fall to my cell where it says I’ve got an open call going on for over a minute.

Yelping, I hit end call and fall back on the bed mortified.

He texts:

Rog:I’m so fuckin’ hard right now. It’s all your fault. Pick up your phone and make it right.

Me:I have no clue what you are taking about.

My phone rings. I answer but don’t speak.

“Hearing you say my name when you came right now was the sweetest thing I ever heard. Don’t you dare deny what you were doing, Dev. And don’t do it again. The next time you come, it’s gonna be with my dick inside you. I want to hear you say it Dev. I want to hear you scream my name in my ear as my dick drives into you so deep—you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”

I gasp, unable to stop the sound from tearing out of my mouth.

He chuckles, “That’s right, sugar. You’re gonna come for daddy. Real soon.”

My breath comes out in gasps. I still haven’t uttered one word.

“I can see you Dev, sittin’ in the dark, biting that lip, thighs still slick where you imagined it was me touching you. It’s all right love, I’m stroking my thick cock right now, wishing it was you. I’m gonna come hard tonight knowing the next time that I do it will be between your thighs.”

My thighs clench, and I stay on the line as hearing him stroke himself, groaning my name. Despite his warning not to, my hand slips back down to my swollen clit and I make myself come again just as he does.

“Good night sugar. Your quick little breaths on the line told me everything I needed. I’m gonna punish you for taking two orgasms away from me tonight. Don’t disobey me again,” he disconnects.

Holy shit. Is Rog a DOM? Jeff was good in bed, but he never wanted to deviate. I can’t fuck this up. A tear streaks down my face. Why? Why did I have to be her daughter? I just know there would be no obstacle to him loving me and keeping me forever if I was just born to someone else, anyone else.

I cry softly under my covers, drained from the three orgasms I had today and from too many truths that were uncovered. I fall into a fitful sleep, dreaming of seeing his eyes burn as they bore into mine right before his powerful hips surge forward and he claims me as his woman.

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