Page 40 of Sexting My Ex's Dad
“Harder, Elio,” I beg, emboldened by the lust coursing through me.
“Your wish is my command,” he replies, his voice husky with desire. His pace quickens, driving deeper into me, and the sensation is exhilarating.
My thoughts dissolve into a blur of pleasure as we move as one, our bodies entwined in this fervent dance. It’s hard to believe that just moments ago, I had been so nervous about exploring this side of myself, but with Elio, everything feels right.
“Deeper, Elio,” I plead, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him further into me. Our bodies move in perfect sync, a frenzy of desire and need driving us forward.
“God, yes,” he groans, his strong hands gripping my hips as he fulfills my request. The sound of his voice sends another jolt of pleasure through me, intensifying the already overwhelming sensations flooding my body.
My mind races, unable to focus on anything other than the way Elio’s body feels against mine - the heat of his skin, the flex of his muscles, and the taste of his lips as they hungrily seek out mine.
I may not be a virgin, but Elio makes me feel like one.
Every thrust is deeper than the last one, each of my moans louder than the last one, echoing off of the walls. I clutch onto him, my nails digging into his back.
Elio reaches his peak first, groaning loudly as he thrusts into me one last time, his hips jerking violently. His hot seed fills me, and the sensation overwhelms my senses, leaving me teetering on the edge of my own climax.
“Come for me, Stella,” Elio urges, his voice strained with the effort it takes to hold himself together.
Elio’s powerful thrusts bring me to the brink, and as I stare into his intense blue eyes, I can no longer hold back. My orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing around him. “Elio!” I scream, my voice strained with passion.
Finally spent, we collapse onto the bed, our sweaty bodies tangled together. The silk sheets beneath us are damp with our exertions, but neither of us cares.
Panting heavily, Elio rolls onto his side, cradling me in his strong arms. His touch is gentle now, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of moments before.
And even though I know I shouldn’t, I find myself drifting off.
23
STELLA
Iblink my eyes open, confusion clouding my mind as I struggle to remember where I am. The softness of the sheets against my skin is foreign, and the scent of the air carries a hint of expensive cologne. Slowly, last night’s events come flooding back, and my stomach tightens with unease.
I’d finally done it. I’d slept with my ex’s dad.
What would people say if they knew?
And the worst part is that despite how dirty it was, I’d enjoyed every single second of it. What does that say about me?Not good things.
None of that matters because nobody is ever going to find out.
“Morning,” Elio’s voice from the doorway makes me jump in surprise. How long has he been standing there? He leans against the frame, his eyes regarding me with amusement. “Sleep well?”
Better than I have in a long time wrapped up in his arms. But, I’m not going to admit that.
My cheeks flush with heat as I pull the sheets up to cover myself, not that it mattered. It isn’t like he hadn’t seen my naked body. “Fine,” I answer, my voice barely a whisper.
He walks towards the bed and places a tray of breakfast on the bedside table. It smells good and makes my stomach growl. It doesn’t look like anything fancy; sausage, eggs, and a muffin. Even though it hasn’t been long since I’ve eaten last, it feels like longer because of the strenuous activity of last night. “I thought you might need some sustenance after last night.”
The memory of the night before makes my heart race, but the feeling is quickly replaced by a wave of mortification. “I should go,” I mumble, trying to slide out of the bed without revealing too much of my body.
There’s hardly a point in sticking around to eat breakfast. We both know exactly what this is between us — why give off false pretenses?
If I were any other girl, I might think he was falling in love with me all because he’d brought me breakfast and hadn’t kicked me out yet…It’s a good thing I know better.
“Before you go,” Elio says, reaching for something on the other side of the bed. He hands me an envelope.
I open the envelope and gasp as I see a check for $20,000 lying inside. A confusing mixture of gratitude and shame washes over me, making me feel like I’m drowning. Suddenly, the weight of what I’ve done sinks in, and I realize just how dirty I feel…like a prostitute.
