Page 25 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

She moans softly, arching her back as I continue my assault on her most sensitive spots.

“I need…Anton…” I know she can’t take any more.

“Hold on to the sink.” Without hesitation, she does as she’s told. “Good girl.”

I rise from the floor and go behind her. Our eyes lock in the mirror on the wall.

She moans softly as I tease her with the head of my cock, running it along the length of her slit before finally pushing inside of her in one swift motion.

She gasps as I fill her up completely as we watch each other with heated gazes. The sight of us together is almost too much to bear.

Her hands grip the edge of the counter tightly as she arches her back to meet each thrust of mine. And with each passing second, I can feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, and every moan she lets out sends shivers down my spine.

I skate one hand across her hip and to her pussy, pressing my fingers against her clit.

“Oh, God—” she cries.

We move in sync, our bodies sliding against each other as the sound of wetness fills the room, and the tension between us builds higher and higher until we are both near our breaking point.

“Come for me.” And she unravels right before my eyes.

With one last thrust, I bury myself deep inside of her, never wanting to let her go.

It’s just a beautiful memory now. Her soft moans, her pussy clamping around my cock, her body against mine as I cleaned her in the bath afterward.

Now she’s curled up in my bed, her dark hair spilling across my pillow, peaceful in sleep as I quietly close the door and slip downstairs.

I pour myself a scotch, needing something to calm my racing thoughts of what I need to do about the video.

Like I conjured up the devil, the buzz of my phone breaks the silence.

I open the text message and an image loads. It’s me and Scarlett in the car together. My arm is around her shoulder. Her lips on mine.

The doorbell rings.

I open the door to find Cassandra, her red lips curved in a predatory smile.

Chapter 9

Scarlett

My eyes narrow as I squint to see the time on my watch which is on the bedside table. It’s only eleven at night, but Anton isn’t beside me. I smile, remembering being drowsy and happy as Anton cuddled me.

Pressing my hand over the top of my sore breast, I glance down and notice the after-effects of his loving. Two large hickies and then I recall him telling me how much he loved my tits.

Smiling, I crawl from the bed, open his drawers, and grab one of his tee-shirts.

I ache all over because he wasn’t so gentle last night. He’s like a wild animal, rutting into me from behind, gripping my hip with one hand while his other hand either plays with my clit or clasps my throat.

I loved it.

I love everything he does to me.

My core clenches at the thought of him, and I need to find him.

I push the tee-shirt over my head and glance at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess. There’s another hickey on my neck and my lips are as puffy and red as my pussy feels.

“He’s finally yours,” I say to myself, smiling. He would never talk of having a baby if he wasn’t mine.

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