Page 22 of Lessons in Desire

“Daddy, I need to be filled.” I cry, begging.

He hums appraisingly, and shoves two fingers into my desperate pussy, thrusting them in and out, rubbing my g-spot with steady, firm strokes.

I cry out, but it’s not enough, I need more. I want to be stretched out with his cock.

“No, no.” I cry. “I need your cock, daddy, please.”

He sucks hard before pulling back and standing in one quick movement. He lifts me, shoving me onto the counter. Pulling me close, he captures my mouth with his, his hands cupping my ass.

“That’s fucking right, Evelyn. You need it. Now when I fuck you, I want you to fucking scream. Tell the world just how mine you are.” He growls, and then he’s inside me, filling me, desperate need the only thing I feel. I lose myself in it.

His cock curves into me, hitting me in the right spots, making my vision waver as I ride out the wave of my desire. I lose track of time, of everything, all I can feel is white-hot need ripping through me. Eventually, I feel myself teeter on the edge, my orgasm near.

“Daddy, I’m going to come.” I pant and he pumps into me harder.

“Come, Evelyn. Right fucking now.”

I scream as my vision goes black, the orgasm stealing my breath. I squeeze my eyes shut and he grunts against my neck, and I feel his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with hot, wet, need. We pant in sink as the need washes away.

I look up at him. “I cannot believe we just did that.”

He grins. “I told you, what you feel matters.”

“How am I supposed to go out there now? With your come dripping down my thighs.”

His eyes flash. heat and something possessive lighting like fire. “You don’t have to. Come home with me.”

I shake my head. “No. This doesn’t change anything.”

“You can’t pretend forever.” He smiles and steps back. I groan as his cock slips free, still hard. He holds his hand out, offering to help me down, but I ignore it and slip from the counter with as much dignity as I can muster.

Now the desire has been sated, my confusion is back. I want him, but I can’t have him and that just makes me angry. “I don’t know why you think I’m pretending.” I snap, stepping into my panties. “I need to go.”

I walk to the doors and pull it open, Asher behind me only to come face to face with someone who looks eerily similar to Asher. His eyes flick between the two of us in the single bathroom before a smug grin slips onto his face.

“I see you’ve been busy brother.”

“Another brother?” I say, frustrated just as Asher tells him to shut up. Shaking my head, I push past the brother. “I cannot deal with this now.”

I need to get through this date and get out of here ASAP. Without another look back, I push through the restaurant and spend the date pretending that Asher’s eyes aren’t on me and that his come isn’t dripping down my thighs.

Chapter Thirteen

Evelyn

“Last stop ladies and gentlemen.” The bus driver shouts in a cheery voice.

There’s barely anyone on the bus, just me and four other lonely travellers, probably on their way home for thanksgiving. I look out the window and see the familiar surroundings of my hometown beyond the grime-streaked glass. The town hall, a red brick building with white pillars and a clock tower, stands tall and proud at the centre of town. Surrounding it are a host of local businesses, and beyond that are the suburb two-story houses all the rich live in.

But this isn’t where I grew up or where my dad currently lives.

No, the trailer park where I was born and raised is a fifteen-minute walk away, hidden behind the rich façade the town likes to put on, our lives like a dirty stain on the vision they like to put forward.

Picking up my bag, I hop off the bus and start the walk to the trailer park. By the time I’m halfway there, my clothes are soaked through with sweat, the heat bordering on unbearable today. It probably doesn’t help that I’m still flustered from earlier when Asher decided to rock my world with his tongue. My cheeks are red from the heat, but if they weren’t I would be blushing like crazy as a flash of Asher’s face between my legs in the restaurant appears.

But that’s soon forgotten, pushed away by the worry for my dad, worry that increases with every step forward I take. I haven’t been able to visit my dad in weeks and I am not looking forward to the hell I’m going to have to deal with when I get there. When I see the familiar site of the off-white trailer, a strip of red circling the old RV, my stomach twists uncomfortably like snakes are coiling in between muscles and flesh.

It's the same as it has always been with its grimy windows, stained from years of smoke, the old plastic chairs laid out in front of it, beer cans littering the small patch of grass it stands on.

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