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He cupped his hands under my ass and lifted me into his arms. I hung onto the back of his neck as he pressed me up against the bathroom stall, but my dress hitched up. And his massive cock slid right inside me.

“Oh, Daxon...” I moaned into his shoulder as he bounced me and the bathroom stall groaned.

With each bounce, his dick hit deep inside me and my head leaned back against the cool stall. His manly hands squeezed my ass cheeks as he pounded into me and my nails bit into his neck. Our breath panted as we bounced in desire against one another. The sound of his balls slapped against me and made my head spin.

I was out of control and alive in his arms. Wrapped up in a pure passion with him and I never wanted it to stop. I couldn’t ever deny daddy when he wanted to rail the pure shit out of me.

“Oh, yes!” I screamed, just like he promised.

My climax came quickly and strong. Stars hit my eyes, and the world faded away. It tore through me as he kept driving into my core and his cock throbbed inside me. It twitched as his seed spilled from him and he came right along with me. Our need for one another was far too strong to hold back anymore.

“Fuck, Celeste...” He growled as his warmth filled inside me and his body let go.

We came down from our quickie in the bathroom and he set me back on my feet. We heard nothing but our unsteady puffs and Daxon passed me my panties. He brushed my hair behind my ears and kissed my forehead. But I didn’t speak a word.

The moment didn’t need it, and everything was spoken. Daxon could never let me go. He couldn’t let the sex go and these babies were his. He’d try with all his might to have the last word and I’d just have to deal with it.

Once I got balanced again with the world below my feet, I put my panties back on. Daxon looked at me one last time before he turned his back and opened the stall door. He walked out first and held out his hand. I took it, but he didn’t tightly squeeze it like he usually did. I found it odd and stepped out beside him as my eyes landed on someone I wished I’d never seen.

Dylan stood there, and his nostrils flared with red, furious rage. “You son of a bitch!”

And he lunged straight for his father.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Caught in Desire

Dylan’s powerful attackconnected with his father, and he grabbed his shirt collar. Daxon grunted with surprise after Dylan pressed him up against the stall with a hard thud. He was caught off guard and never expected his son to find out like this. He never wanted him to see the truth, but now he had, and it was too late.

“This is what you two have been doing?” Dylan glared into his father’s eyes. “Screwing each other behind my back?”

“Dylan, please let your father go!” I shouted as I touched him, but he nudged me away.

I backed up out of fear for the babies. I needed to protect them. All I could do was watch on in horror at a father and son at each other’s throats. But it was all because of me.

I came into their lives, and now I was tearing them apart. This should’ve never happened and I should’ve stayed away. The attraction for Daxon I could’ve stopped, but I gave in and now their relationship paid the price.

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