Page 93 of Craving Consequences

“Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

I bite her ass cheek, causing her to yelp. “Don’t you fucking cum, Everly.”

“Please. Please!” she cries. “I’ve been on edge for hours.”

“I don’t care. This is a lesson on why you shouldn’t put things in your pussy without permission.”

I graze the plastic tip of something nestled deep in her body. I curl my fingers and Everly wails. Her body shudders. I lose my grip.

“Everly!” I growl, voice turning feral.

She’swrithing under my hand, under the bent fingers rubbing the upper part of her seizing cunt. She’s bucking wildly, delirious in her pleasure.

“Daddy! Please.”

Toy forgotten, I finger her. I pump hard and fast while undoing my jeans with the other to free my cock.

“Such a dirty, needy little girl.” I get my dick out. “Beg for Daddy’s cock.”

She lets out a wrecked sound of sweet torture. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please. Let me cum on your cock.”.

She’s breathing hard, eyes wild, skin hot. She’s riding my hand like she owes me money and begging like she couldn’t care less if she ever got into heaven.

I pull my fingers out and align my leaking head to her opening.

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The shrill cry of my phone slices through the silence. Rattles across the nightstand with an adamance that sends me bolting out of sleep’s warm embrace. I jolt upright, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a curse. My hand shoots out to snatch the device with far more aggression than necessary.

Under the sweat soaked sheets, my cock is on fire. It throbs with a malicious agony that I know means I was seconds from cumming in my sleep like some randy teenager. It doesn’t help that I can smell Everly as if she were in the room with me. Her sweet, musky scent lingers on my hands. My mouth. I can taste her.

With my free hand, I reach down and fist my cock. The head glistens in the faint light of barely dawn. It smears down the veiny shaft with my first pump.

But that’s all I get when the phone sets off again in my free hand.

Lauren.

Any other time, my stepdaughter calling me at five in the morning would cause alarm, but I know why she’s calling, and I will myself to answer her.

“Yeah?” I mutter, my voice still thick with sleep and the lingering weight of arousal.

“I’ve been texting you all morning,”Lauren snaps, her tone matching my irritation. “You were supposed to call me last night when you got home.”

Shit.

I rake a hand through my hair, trying to scrub the lingering haze of sleep from my mind.

I remember that promise. Vaguely. I remember rushing something out to get Lauren off the phone so I could return toEverly and Lachlan in the storage unit. What the context was, I can’t be sure.

“We got home really late,” I lie ... half lie.

It was well after two in the morning when Lachlan pulled the truck up Everly’s driveway.

She’d been a soft, warm bundle snuggled against my side dressed in nothing but my top and my cum.

The whole ride back, I’d been in awe of everything we’d done, but more of her willingness. Her passion and submission. She had accepted everything with hunger. It was almost too much to believe, a fantasy too perfect to be real. Being inside her had surpassed everything I could ever imagine. Her wet, slick heat hugged me with such devotion I didn’t want to leave.

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