Page 44 of Halloween with a Daddy
“You stay still.” He whispers. “I’m in control now.”
I whimper my disappointment, but give in, and let him do all the work. He runs his finger along my slit, pushes a finger inside me, and then rubs my clit. It starts off slowly, then he picks up the speed, and I writhe against him. He brings me close, then slowly massages my pussy-lips while penetrating me with the tip of his finger. It feels good, but I was about to come. I can’t even tell him. I just have to wait until he moves his finger back to my clit again.
He does the same thing again and frustration sets in. I twist in his grasp and tap on his hands so that he’ll let go.
“Are you going to complain because I didn’t let you come?” He asks. “You’ll come when I want you to. Right now, I’m just having fun.”
I lean against him and embrace the torment. He tortures me for almost a solid hour. My pussy aches so much I feel like I’m going to pass out. I’ve never needed to come so badly in my life. It’s so much agony I tear up. Edgar just keeps teasing, and I’ve squirmed so much in his arms that his cock is hard again.
“I want you to lean forward, face down on the pillow.” He whispers. “If I let go of you, will you do that without asking questions?”
I nod my response and he pulls his hand away from my mouth. He’s not just going to make me come. He’s going to fuck me. I’m so turned on I don’t care if we make a little noise.
I push my pajama pants down to the middle of my thighs, then bend over with my ass pushed against Edgar, begging for his cock. My fingers clutch the pillow and I press my face against it. Edgar leans up and pushes his dick into me from behind. Three hard thrusts are all it takes for me to come. My entire body is on fire. I come so hard I see stars and just lay exhausted on the bed while Edgar pumps himself into me. The bed creaks a little, and I ignore it. It feels way too good to ask him to stop.
Within minutes, I feel his cock pulsating, and his soft grunts tell me he’s almost there. He grabs my ass with both hands, pushes dick as far as it will go, and erupts. I’m close to another one myself, and thankfully, the pillow muffles what is nearly a scream.
The house is still quiet when we’re done, and I curl up in his arms.
“So much better than a fucking hotel.” Edgar laughs quietly.
“Glad to be of service, Mr. Grim.” I lean over and kiss his cheek. “But for real, I need to go back to my room.”
“One day you’re never going to have a reason to leave my bed.” Edgar traces my arm as I pull away and tug my pajama pants up.
“Wouldn’t it be our bed by that point?” I perk a brow and exit his room before he can reply.
Everything seems to be fine when I return to my room. I’m close to falling asleep when I hear an unusual noise from my grandparents’ room, and another that is clearly not meant for my ears. I grab my Air Pods, shove them in my ears, and hum until the music plays.
After the shock wears off, I lay down in my bed and smile. I hope it doesn’t make me a bad person for being happy I’m reunited with Edgar, considering the circumstances. Edgar believes the situation will resolve itself quickly, so I’m going to enjoy the time that we have.
Even if we have to sneak around.
The atmosphere is peculiar in the house when I wake up. My grandparents are lovey-dovey and I’ve never seen this much affection between them. I do my best to ignore it. Edgar joins us for breakfast and we make eyes at each other for a couple of minutes before my grandparents sit down.
After breakfast, I’m off to college. Edgar has plans to talk to the police and do some more research on his family. My grandfather offers to help and Edgar seems receptive to it.
Are they bonding? Edgar didn’t tell me anything about his conversation with my grandfather over drinks and cigars. Not that we’ve had much time to talk.
I say goodbye to everyone and Edgar walks me to my car, where we share a quick kiss.
“You’ll have to catch me up after I get home.” I squeeze his hand.
“I will.” He nods. “Did you look at the newspaper this morning?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Why?”
“Grimwillow Manor is on the front page.” He sighs. “Not much excitement in this little town.”
“I’m sure my grandma will save the article.” I lean in for a hug. “Have fun today with my grandpa. I’ll see you soon.”
I wish I could spend all day with Edgar, but missing one class is already unusual for me. I will not turn into a delinquent no matter how much I enjoy seeing Edgar.
Amelia texts me on the way to class. She wants to know what the hell is going on with Grimwillow Manor, because she saw the news story. I decide to call her when I get to the school parking lot because it’s easier to explain over the phone than a text message. She wants updates on everything, including Edgar, so I’m almost late for my first class.
The day is mundane and boring. I really don’t want to be here. I already had a case of college senioritis before Edgar came into my life. Now I just want it all to be over. I don’t know what the rest of my life looks like anymore, but I’m ready to get started.
When my schoolday is finished, I text Edgar as soon as I get to my car.
