Page 196 of Felonies are Forever

“Keep going,” he seethes, hot breath hitting my sensitive feminine flesh.

“I ca—can’t!”

The flat of his tongue takes a long, slow lick, making me gasp before he comes up for air. “It gets better, little Prima.”

With shaking breath, I force myself to keep reading. “I—I tell her in my fantasy it’s time to take another sort of ride—and she smiles and kicks her bare little feet in excitement. When the swing finally slows, I move around to watch her from the front, her dark h—h—hair flying back and forth with the breeze. I grab the chains on the swing, bringing her to a stop. I can’t wait any longer and I reach down to free my hard length from the zipper of my pants and step forward. ‘Time to suck, baby. Daddy’s got a surprise for you if you do a good job.’, ‘I like your surprises, Daddy. Especially the creamy ones.’ ‘Then do your best. I’ll be sure to fill your slutty little m—mouth with all I have.’”

I squeeze my eyes shut on a yelp as Jack’s teeth rake against my clit. A drumbeat starts in my core. Something primal and rebellious grows inside me as I read and lay there, spread open for my dad’s best friend, my best friend’s father…so many things are wrong with what we are doing but there’s no denying how right it feels.

Without missing a beat, one of his hands comes up to point at the book, urging me to keep going.

“I don’t think I can! I’m—I’m…God, Jack…”

He doesn’t stop but points again, and I do my best to comply as his tongue dives deep, toying with my entrance.

“Fuck, her mouth is everything. She’s wrecking me, fucking wrecking me as she sits there on the swing, her mouth the p—perfect h—height to kiss the bead of cum slipping from the slit ofmy dick, moaning like it’s the sweetest candy she’s ever tasted. I look down, watching her lick around, lap and suck, cupping my balls, looking up at me like I’m the last human on the planet. The only man her mouth will ever taste. The only man she will ever kiss or kiss her. She pulls the pleasure from me like a salve as I buck my hips forward, shoving all of me between her sweet lips. ‘Look at me, little one.’ I order and her dark lashes flutter, her eye—eye—eyes pin to mine as tears start to roll down her cheeks, hollow with her effort. ‘I’m close, but don’t swallow. I want to see my load on that little tongue of yours first. You’re going to look so pretty holding my cum in your mouth.’”

My free hand drifts to grip Jack’s hair as I heave air in and out of my lungs.

“You taste better than any of my fantasies. Your pussy is prettier than any flower, tastier than any candy.” He pauses for only a moment before slipping one hand up my body and grabbing my breast. “Finish the story, baby. Be a good girl for me.”

Oh God, I can’t. I can’t go on. I shake my head but force my eyes to the page, the words swimming as my crescendo builds.

“Her eyes are on me,” I say quickly, trying to get through it, “as I gag her with my dick, fucking her face as she winks and chokes, gurgling against the force of my thrusts. Then swallows, tightening her throat around the tip and grabbing my ass with both hands, driving me balls to chin deep and I’m done. I draw back, the first spurt hitting her thro—oh, God—throat, then the rest, nearly blinding me as I fill her mouth, my balls nearly disappearing inside my body. I’m standing there, looking down at my little Prima in her yellow dress, pulling my soaked cock from her mouth as she smiles and sticks out her tongue, showing me the hot release she’s holding for me. Fuck, that smile framing the come on her tongue is all I can take.

The fantasy held while I shot my load into the trash can under my desk, hoping no one in the outside office could hear me roar her name…”

I can’t take anymore, Jack’s words on the page, the way his tongue has me shaking from head to toe.

“I need you, Prima,” he growls into my pussy. “I fucking need you.”

That’s all I can handle. It’s all too intense and I explode, tearing at his hair, dropping the book to the side and I think my head is about to go all Linda Blair because he is exorcising demons from me, I swear to God. I buck and twist but he’s steadfast, lapping and sucking everything my body offers, bellowing and grunting like an animal in the rut. When I finally start to come down, the room is spinning and Jack’s rough beard traces up my body until he clamps his mouth to mine.

I moan into his rough kiss, tasting my savory arousal and wrapping my legs around him, trying to pull him into me.

“I need you too. All of you,” I manage on a whimper. I love him. I want to scream it to the world and to hell with who doesn’t approve.

“You have me. You’ve had me for a long time. I’ll be here, always.” Jack shifts backward, inching off the bed to stand, and I feel like I’m imploding.

“No, I need you. I’m going to die…” I’m begging now and I don’t care. “Please, fuck me, Daddy. I need you…”

I scramble to follow him. I’m still spinny and lightheaded from the orgasm but I want more. I want it all and I want it now, like a toddler in the candy aisle.

He’s given me so much already and not taken any pleasure for himself. Not unless you count how he humped my ass cheeks and coated my back with his cum. But, that wasn’t me giving something to him, I want to give to him like he’s done for me.

I hop up and off the bed, running my hands down the hard width of his chest and I open my mouth to tell him I want to please him, but stars are already dancing in my eyes and the world goes fuzzy.

“Layla?” I hear his voice but it’s far away, muffled, and my vision tunnels. “Layla!”

It’s the last thing I hear before blackness takes me.

SEVEN

Layla

Jack looks angry,standing at the stove stirring the wok, but I know it’s not with me. But, it is because of me and I feel such a load of guilt.

Shame.

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