Page 13 of The Man in Mom's Bed
“For breakfast?” I giggle.
“Foreverything.” He slips two fingers between my legs, gently stroking my pussy through the wet fabric of my panties. “For seeing me for who I truly am and not letting me turn my back on you any longer. For being brave for both of us.”
“You’rethe brave one, Cam. Saving all your money on a big bet, working yourself to death for your dream.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “That’s just ambition. You choosing me when you could have had any man in the world? That’s brave.”
“Any man in the world?” I laugh, shaking my head. “No. I want you.”
He kisses me deeply, his tongue tasting like my forever, I map every inch of it against mine, implanting the feeling in my memory. I could kiss him with my eyes closed and know it’s him.
I take my seat, and we start on our breakfast. I can’t believe I’m just sitting here, topless in front of him like it’s no big deal. I’m tingling all over, feeling oh so naughty. If Mom saw me like this…
“You know, you could always help me at the garage,” he says, his offer sounding like a proposal. “Do the books, handle the customers. You could be my partner.”
Partner. The word lodges in my chest like an arrow, shocking me to my core.
“Would that be…appropriate?” I ask. “The boss dating his employee?”
Cam cocks an eyebrow and grins. “Appropriate? You’re really going to ask me about appropriate after what we did last night?”
“True,” I giggle, absolutely melting inside as I stare at him.
“You could always go to school,” he suggests. “You’re a smart girl. Maybe run your own place one day.”
I shrug. “I thought about applying to that business scholarship, but I don’t know. I doubt I’d get it.”
“I don’t doubtanythingwhen it comes to you, Katie.” His gaze is like a buttery warm honey that seems to glaze my entire body. I’m not even nervous around him anymore. I’m confident in my femininity. All I feel is love from him. Want and desire. And that has my head swimming with naughty thoughts.
Cameron is my daddy. I belong to him now. And even though it’ssowrong onsomany levels, it feels more right than anything ever could.
I lean back in my chair, snipping a piece of bacon with my teeth. Using my other hand, I gently slip two fingers between my legs, drawing Cam’s attention immediately. Excitement ripples through me as I pull my panties aside, exposing myself to him. His gaze is so possessive as I gently run a finger up my wet slit. I’m practically drenched, and he’s barely even touched me.
I find my precious nub and circle it gently, applying just the right amount of pressure that sends a warm wave of pleasure coursing through me. Cameron’s jaw flexes, and the air buzzes with an electric energy as he watches me play with myself. I cannot believe I’m doing this, but he gives me the courage to embrace my own sexuality, and performing for him in this way just makes me feel like we’re forming a bond together.
He’s my owner. I’d let him put a leash around my neck and walk me around the trailer. In fact, I just might ask him to.
“You’reso bad,” he mutters, rubbing a hand between his legs on the quickly growing bulge. I love the fact that I turn him on like this.
“Am I?” I ask, using my little girl voice as I apply more pressure. My legs are starting to quiver. This man will be my husband one day.
“You’re going to come, aren’t you, baby?”
I nod, biting my lower lip. Moisture coats my fingers as Cameron’s eyes scour my body. He groans, and I’m driven right up to the edge. “Oh my God…”
“Let it happen, baby. Good girl. Let Daddy watch.”
His words are fuel to my fire. My vision wavers as a moan catches in my throat. I’m trying to keep quiet, but then I remember something:My mom isn’t here!Why bother keeping quiet when there’s no risk of getting caught?
I let it all out—a lustful moan escapes my lips as my orgasm wracks me, causing the chair to shake beneath me as tremors rock my body. The ache in my core is so deep. So desperate. This isnotgoing to be enough. I’m going to need Daddy to finish the job, and I’m going to need it soon.
Cameron leans forward and kisses me—or at least hetriesto kiss me. I’m not even able to kiss him back. I’m too wrapped up in my post-orgasmic trance. All I can do is let him gently suck my bottom lip and almost smile as I relish in the rapture of my life.
When I open my eyes again, I’m greeted with his, staring right back at me like I belong to him. And it’s the most comforting feeling in the world—like having a warm blanket wrapped around my heart.
“I like how you look at me,” I tell him.
“How’s that?”
