Page 50 of Mister Stark

Suddenly, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket, and it broke the spell. I reached for it while Daxon backed off and I looked down at the screen. It was Dylan.

“It’s your son...” I mumbled as I went to answer the call, but Daxon snatched the phone from my hands. “What the hell, Daxon?”

“You want to know who’s better at making you come undone?” Daxon breathed as he got close to me with an arm over my head and his elbow pressed against the wall. “Daddy is.”

Without warning, he travelled the vibrating phone down my cleavage and I froze. He made the phone move lower over each nipple and they pierced against my blouse. They stood erect against the sensation and my breath shuttered.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Daxon?” I asked, as I couldn’t move and let him do his worst.

“You know exactly what I’m doing, princess.” Daxon teased with a dirty tone. “I’m going to make you scream.”

I reached out and clenched his shirt collar as he looked down at his wickedness and pressed his forehead against mine. His breath hitched as he brought the cellphone lower and his son tried to call me continuously on the other end. He probably pondered why I wouldn’t pick up. But little did he know his father was pleasuring me on the other end.

The vibrations kept going as he pressed it against my pussy and had his way with me. He wanted to see me come undone his way and no one else’s. He wanted me to cry out his name with his son’s phone call.

“Oh, yes...” I breathed as his lips brushed mine and my climax built quickly.

My adrenaline raced at the thought of one wrong move, and the call could connect. My fiancé would be on the line and hear my pleasurable cries of lust for his father. It didn’t scare me, it never confused me, and it just aroused me.

“Oh, yes, Daxon...” I moaned with passion as my hips thrust against the phone and the vibrations sent me spiraling.

I spun into a hole of red, fiery lust. The passion ignited through my flesh and burned deep inside. It bubbled and pushed its way out. My release climbed higher and higher.

He rubbed it against my clit even faster, teased me with it, and the vibrations stopped. Dylan must’ve given up, but Daxon didn’t. His lips locked with mine in a heated frenzy, but the phone vibrated again. This time in different time increments.

He was sending me text messages.

They came quicker and closer together. The vibrations did me in, and I circled my pussy against the phone. I couldn’t get enough. It came one after the other as Daxon bit my lower lip and I lost it in his arms.

“Oh, yes, Daxon, yes!” I screamed out as my shout of release echoed down the hallway and I climaxed on the spot.

Daxon let my lip go and whispered in sexual frustration. “I’ll be the only man to make you lose all control.”

He placed the cellphone in my weak hand as it fell to my side and I needed the wall for support. My panties were soaking wet and my entire body trembled from the sensual escapade. Daxon knew he held all the power over me and he proved it. I could no longer deny what he did to me, and I wanted so much more. I craved it.

I wanted daddy to take me right here.

The vibrations ended, and I put the cell phone back in my pocket. I ignored Dylan and didn’t give a fuck. All I wanted to do was fuck Mr. Daxon Stark right here on this hallway floor. And I didn’t give a damn who found us.

I reached out for him, but he backed away from me. He released me from his sensual hold, and I wanted nothing more than to tuck my way back inside. For him to take me in his arms and never let me go.

But his eyes turned cold.

He put up the annoyed front like he always did with me and licked his lower lip. His teeth clenched it within their grasp and he grabbed the decoration samples. He brought them to me and put them back in my hands.

“You make me do shit I shouldn’t do.” Daxon whispered huskily and touched my lips. “But I can’t deny the monster that’s inside me when it comes to you, princess.”

His fingers dropped from my lips, and he turned his back to me. All I could do was stand there and watch him walk away. But the elevator gave one final ding.

And Dylan got off of it.

Daxon looked at him and Dylan peered back. He held his cell phone in his hand and that’s when I remembered his call. The one that made me tumble over the edge of ecstasy.

“Dylan...” I said as soon as I found my voice and pushed the shock of him aside. “You’re late again, darling.”

He looked away from his father and walked towards me. “And I was trying to call you. Why the hell weren’t you picking up?”

My eyes shot to Daxon, and he peered back at me. There was no fear on his face. No shame in what he had just done with his son’s fiancé. But instead, desperation to cover it up.

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