Page 55 of Major Dad

Rylie

“Rylie,you need to listen to me,” my mother says.

“No, mom,” I respond as I clasp my suitcase shut, “I really don’t have to listen anymore.”

“You’re making a huge mistake.”

“Ethan isn’t Dad,” I point out, for the thousandth, “and I need to live my own life.”

I hug her and roll my suitcase behind me, making her squirm in horror for the sake of the floorboards. Ethan is waiting in the foyer. He runs to the stairs and lifts my case so my mom can breathe again. Then he wraps me under his solid wing so the warmth and a familiar, comforting feeling swells into my chest.

“Mr and Mrs Westfield,” Ethan says firmly, but with kindness in his voice, “Rylie is in good hands.”

My mother frowns.

“I think you’re making a horrible mistake,” Charles says. He looks to my mom and adds, “But she’s not our prisoner, Mary.”

“I’m calling your father,” she mutters between sniffles. Her melodrama is manipulative, although I doubt she realizes it.

“I love you, Mom,” I say as I follow Ethan out the front door. He managed, at massive expense, to get me booked on his flight back to Oahu.

My body is trembling as we tumble into the back seat of the Lyft Ethan ordered. We head to the Hyatt on the airport, so we can relax until the last minute before the early flight.

I’m so excited I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep.

As Ethan looks over at me and lifts my hand into his lap, his look of wolfish hunger tells me what he has in store.

Images of his rock hard cock taking me back to paradise flash through my mind.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

“For you,” I whisper in his ear while pressing my hand into his bulge. “Are you on the menu?”

“I can arrange that,” he says planting a kiss on my neck, just below my ear. It causes a ticklish delight.

“I’d like to start with an appetizer.”

“There’s a happy hour special tonight,” he states. “Two for one nibbles.”

“I’ll never run out,” I coo.

“Not if I can help it.”

The moment the bellhop shuts the door on us, Ethan lifts me in his arms and presses me into the wall. I wrap my legs around his midsection and tug him between my thighs. He laughs at the strength of my lust for him. His mouth slams onto mine and I feel the intensity of his passion in the strength of his kiss. His tongue dives into me hard, fucking my mouth over and over. My fingers, pinned above my head entwine with his.

I’m his prisoner again.

Rocking my hips, I push my drenched pussy against his body. Then pulling back I say, “Are you ever going to fuck me horizontally?”

He silences me with his mouth covering mine forcefully as his hands tear at my uptight little cocktail dress. The flimsy fabric rips apart and I couldn’t care less – I have no intention of ever wearing that again anyway.

My hands scrabble at his tee, yanking it up, desperate to have that amazing torso bared to me.

“Do not move an inch,” he croaks, dangerously threatening.

I giggle as he toes out of his boots – no laces this time – and unhooks his belt to free the stunning pulsating bulge. His cock is nothing short of beautiful. Breathtaking in its size and smooth rigidity. It barely sways as he kicks out of his pants.

“In too much of a hurry to remember your kecks?” I tease.

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