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He let out a sadistic laugh and pumped it three times as my mouth fell open and my eyes rolled back in my head. That was so good. His finger was rough and thick. Instead of jerking his hand away, I wanted to hold it there now so I could ride it until I orgasmed. I was so close already. Just a little more.

And then it was gone. I let out a cry, and he stood back up. I wanted to weep, slap him, get up, and rub myself off on his leg. Damn him!

He stuck his middle finger inside his mouth, and I watched as my body trembled from the pleasure that had been snatched away from it. The way he continued to clean off my wetness from his finger was as if he was savoring it.

Hudson and Bastian had told me I tasted sweet before. Bastian hadn’t been one for giving pleasure though. He liked to get it. Hudson went down on me often—or at least he used to—but I didn’t ever get off on it. Sure, it felt good, but neither of them seemed to know how to use their tongue on me.

Five years ago, when Linc had been between my legs, I had gotten off twice as my body bucked and I pulled his hair like a woman possessed. It had been incredible. That image was all I could think about right now.

He finally pulled his finger from between his lips. “Not a dream,” he murmured, then turned and walked away.

I lay there, panting, my clit screaming for attention, and I equally hated and wanted Linc Shephard more than anyone else on earth. It was a twisted truth that I had to accept.

Twenty-One

Linc

Standing under the warm shower, I wrapped my hand around my cock and placed my other palm against the stone wall. I’d leaked so much pre-cum that my fucking boxers had been sticking to me. I was a fifty-five-year-old man who had fucked hundreds of women, but one lemon-candy-tasting pussy milking my finger, and I was ready to erupt.

Jesus Christ, what kind of voodoo did she have? No fucking wonder the dentist had looked ready to run after the limo and hold on with both hands.

I’d just cut him off from her cunt.

He wouldn’t be touching it again.

I snarled as I began to pump my cock. That cunt was gonna be mine exclusively.

If Stevie hadn’t been next to her at the pool, I’d have ripped Branwen’s damn bottoms off and spread her legs open, thenfeasted. Fuck, it’d tasted incredible, and why was she so damn tight still?

I let the vision of her lying on the lounger like a goddess, opening her long and tanned legs up for me, take over my thoughts.Her cunt glistening with that sweet juice coating it as she squirmed and begged for me.

“Such a pretty pussy,” I said, stroking the hard length in my hand.

I imagined listening to her beg for me to fuck her hard. Licking my lips that still tasted like her, I grabbed her ankles and flipped her onto her stomach.

“Put that ass in the air for me. That’s it. Show me both your tight holes.”

Pulling her butt cheeks apart, I leaned down to spit on the small, puckered pink one. She begged and whimpered. I pressed my fingertip just inside, and a low, sexy moan came from her. Taking my dick, I aligned it with her cunt and pushed it in, just the head, and stilled. Her cries got louder.

“Such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you and play with your ass at the same time. Oh fuck, baby. That’s it. Bounce back on my cock. Slap those perfect, plump cheeks against me. Fuck, that pussy is tight.” I squeezed my dick harder, my groans and pants the only other sounds in the shower. “You like my finger in your ass? Beg for more. You’re gonna let me fuck that hole too. Shoot my load deep inside, then watch it ooze out.”

The image sent me flying over the edge.

“FUCK!” I shouted.

My cum shot out in thick, creamy ropes, hitting the shower wall. More curses ripped from my chest as I trembled while the last of my seed pumped out of me.

Leaning forward, I rested my forehead on the stone wall. If just thinking about fucking her got me off like that, then what the hell was the actual act going to do? Even when I’d been high, Icouldn’t stop fucking her. What would I be like sober?

It would be a win-win. I was going to fuck her and punish her. There would be no worshipping at her cunt’s altar. I would continue to fuck whoever I wanted and her too. I’d make sure she knew about it. If getting my dick sucked by the flight attendant had made her that angry, then how much would it bother her once I had her obsessed with me? Knowing she couldn’t have my cock exclusively. It would never be hers. I would never be hers.

Smirking, I straightened and tilted my head back as the water hit my face. I was going to have to eat her pussy. That was something I wouldn’t deprive myself of. Having her obsessed with my tongue, too, would only make it all the better. She’d be rid of the dentist in a week’s time, and there would be no other man in my daughter’s life. And just like when she had been a kid, Branwen would only want me.

Twenty-Two

Branwen

I didn’t look or speak to Linc during dinner, but Stevie was busy telling him about her day. His eyes felt like lasers locked on me at times, and I almost met them, but didn’t. I was strong. The bastard had gone too far, and I refused to be some form of amusement for him.

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