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She shakes her head, her eyes unfocused and desperate.
“Say it.”
“I don’t want him.”
“You want Daddy’s thick cock. Don’t you?”
“Yes, please, oh God, Cullan, yes.”
Her arms tighten around my shoulders as her orgasm rocks through her. Her pussy grips my finger hard and need slams through me. “Good fucking girl.”
I go on finger fucking her through her climax, making it go on and on for as long as I can, breathing in her sharpcries of pleasure. Mine. Elena is all mine at last, and she’s worth every second I’ve waited for her.
Finally, Elena comes back down to earth. I take her hand and press it against my thundering heart. “Do you feel what you do to me? You make me insane. I’ve been thinking about making you mine ever since you gave me that first sweet smile. I never cared that it’s wrong. I’m obsessed with you. You’re all I want.”
Elena breathes hard, her eyes heavy-lidded and very dark. “You want me?”
Her hand slides down my chest and over my pants, and she finds the extremely obvious bulge of my cock. Her fingers slide around me, caressing me. My eyes flutter closed as pleasure cascades through me. “You have no idea how much.”
“Tell me.”
I groan and press kisses to her throat. “I want you raw, no condom. I need to thrust into your sweet, tight, heat and feel your pussy gripping my cock. I want to pull out, covered in your virgin blood, and drive into you again and again. I want to fuck you hard through our orgasms and fill you up with cum until it’s dripping around my cock.”
“Oh, God,” she gasps, breathing hard. “Cullan…”
Her free hand trails down my forearm, and then she frowns. “Is that blood on your arm?”
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Elena
Iwake up with the memory of Cullan growling in my ear as the last wisps of sleep float away.
“You want Daddy’s thick cock, don’t you?”
That’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever heard. Memories of last night come tumbling back into my head. All the crazy, heated things that happened between me and my ex’s dad. The things that almost happened. I press a cool pillow to my flaming face. Sex with my older ex-boyfriend’s dad. I can’t think of anything more morally outrageous and delicious. I got my first feel of how big and thick he is. Startlingly big. Alluringly big. A thick, heavy shaft that’s as tempting as it is intimidating. His finger inside me already felt like too much, and he didn’t push it very deep. Iwonder if he would have carried me over to his bed right then if I hadn’t pointed out the blood on his arm. He explained about his nosebleed earlier during his poker game, and then Rosie woke up and started crying. Cullan wrapped his dressing gown over my naked body, kissed my forehead, and the spell was broken.
I reach for his dressing gown, bundle the soft fabric against my face, and breathe in deeply. It smells like him. A deep, rich scent, overlaid with comforting masculine notes of seasoned wood and smoke. I can feel his body close to mine and his hot breath in my ear, and I moan softly.
This morning I will go downstairs and face him in the cold light of day. I won’t know where to look or what to do, but he’ll probably be fine, leaning one hand against the marble counter as he calmly drinks his coffee. Last night was probably no big deal to him. That first time I met him he got down on his knees to tie my shoelace. It felt special in the moment, maybe he does that kind of thing to women all the time. I’ve played this game already with his son, me thinking we had something special while he just wants to get into my pants.
I must always remember I’m nothing special. That thought calms my racing heart and brings me back to earth with a thud. I can’t get carried away. Lose grip on reality. Get hurt.
I fumble for my phone and send a text to Leon. There’s something I should do before things get more complicated than they already are.
Elena: In case it wasn’t obvious, you and I are broken up.
He replies a minute later with a thumbs-up.
I glare at the little yellow thumb. I’m a joke to him. I probably always have been.
I throw my phone away in disgust and hug Cullan’s dressing gown. For weeks I fooled myself thinking that Leon and I were something real. Why was he even dating me? Did it make him feel good that broke, struggling, insecure me thought the world of confident, well-off, and smart Leon? I never felt like I had much to offer, and I never noticed that what little I did, he viewed with disdain.
Rosie is still fast asleep, so I have a quick shower, get dressed, throw my hair into a messy bun, and make my way to the nursery.
There’s a handwritten note on the nursery chair.
Elena,
