Page 21 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

“Do you want to be a lawyer or a mother?” I ask. Instantly regretting the question.

She smiles. “Both. Would you give up your career if you had a baby?”

I shake my head.

“Then why does a woman have to?”

I growl. Not because of her words, but because I am so happy she knows she can have what she wants. Still, it doesn’t harm to test her. “Keep up that sassy mouth and I will fill it with my cock.”

Her eyebrows lift and she glances over her shoulder, pushes her chair out and lowers onto the floor. Her hands are fumbling at my belt, which I help her with as she unzips my trousers and pulls out my cock.

I groan as her warm hand strokes my length, gripping it at just the right tightness. Her hot mouth covers the crown, licking and sucking, and I jerk in my seat.

My hand is in her hair as she slurps and sucks.

I glance underneath the table. Her eyes look up through her lashes at me. The head of my cock is red against her pale skin. But it’s seeing her free hand rubbing her clit that sends me over the edge.

I drag her out from the table, push up her skirt and bend her over until her tits are pressing against the cold wood.

Hooking the inside of her lacy panties to one side to see her glistening pussy and I push my throbbing cock inside.

“Do you want my baby inside you?” My voice is an octave lower. “You can go on the pill if you aren’t ready.”

“I want a baby with you,” she says.

My heart beats wildly. We’re doing this. She wants this as much as me.

Grabbing her hips, I pound into her, rutting her like I’m an animal and she’s in heat.

Her moans are loud, but I know nobody can see us. I positioned the table away from the window on purpose. I never want prying eyes to see who my clients are. Today I thank my lucky stars I made that decision.

I suck my thumb, leaving saliva coating it, urging it into her asshole, as I continue thrusting into her.

Her moans have turned low and I know she is close.

“Yes, Anton...Yes...Harder, faster...I’m coming...” she gasps.

Oh my god. My future wife is a goddess.

My fingers dig into her hips as her wetness coats my cock, pressing into her hard. Once, twice and the third time, I release my seed into her.

I slow my movements, closing my eyes as shot after shot of hot fluid coats her.

My breath catches when hands clap behind me. “What a show, and I captured it all.”

I glance over my shoulder to see Cassandra. Her hand held out, showing me her phone.

“I hope you’re not fucking recording this,” I growl as I pull out of Scarlett, cover her up, and whisper to her, “Keep your head against the table so she can’t record your face.”

“Okay,” Scarlett whimpers. Her scared eyes look into mine.

I drag my trousers up and turn to my ex-wife. She shrieks. “You fucked her without a condom. Who is she?”

“Turn off the camera and we’ll talk,” I say. Walking to her. She is too shocked to realize when I grab the phone from her hands, but she’s quick enough to lean forward and turn off the phone.

The screen is black, and I need her pin number.

“Delete the video,” I growl.

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