Page 62 of Unholy Nights

"I promise." I press a kiss to her temple, breathing her in. Let them stare. Let all these wealthy parasites in their custom Italian suits and designer ballgowns see exactly who she belongs to. The heat from the overcrowded ballroom has started to melt Madeline's icy decor, but that's fitting. Everything in this room is about to come crashing down anyway.

My stepdaughter's perched on my lap and, from our spot on the on the dais, we watch them. Several of them stare at the way she's sitting, howinappropriateit is for a girl her age to be this close to her stepfather’s dick, and I almost laugh. Whenever we make eye contact, I get a disgusted curl of the lip or aglare before they turn away. Imagine what they'd think if they knew my hand was moving underneath her fluffy tulle skirt and sneaking between her legs.

Emerald shifts, pressing her legs together to trap my fingers. "Cohen," she whispers under her breath so nobody can hear but me. "Everyone can see."

She's right. Everyone can see us, but her skirt is cover enough to hide everything I plan to do. My lips find the shell of her ear, and I nip at her. "Then you'd better stay quiet and still." Her eyes drift closed and her breathing speeds up as my fingers slide higher.

"I don't want them to see," she protests but doesn't stop me from teasing her skin. The softness of her inner thigh feels incredible as I drag my knuckle against it.

"They won't. Now, be a good girl, and spread your legs for me." She bites her lip, and I watch as she does exactly what I tell her to do.

The power she gives me is heady.

I move my fingers higher, and the lacy fabric of her panties greets me. She's so warm, and the heat radiating from her pussy makes my cock stiffen into an uncomfortable position in my tuxedo pants. I'd love nothing more than to bend her over the edge of this chair, shove the layers of sparkly golden fabric to her waist, and drive my cock into her.

Unfortunately, the guests' reactions to seeing my fingers beneath her skirt are tame compared to the outrage I'd receive if I pull her panties to the side to give her the fucking I know we both want.

And I’d never let any of them see her that way.

The fabric of her underwear gets wetter the more I touch her, and when I dip my finger below the lace to brush across her slickness, Emerald's breath catches. She lets it out slowly, and her hips shift forward.

"Did you want something?" I ask.

She glances at me and gives me a little smile, shaking her head. "Nope." Her voice wavers, betraying the fact that she's lying to me. "I'm fine."

"Oh, yeah?" I ask, dragging my finger along her pussy. Her thighs tense and her breathing speeds up. "That's too bad. I was going to see if you wanted to ride my fingers while I fuck you with them. At least until you're ready to take my cock."

"Cohen," she gasps, and her head whips to the side to check and see if anyone heard. They didn't. The conversations and the string quartet are loud enough to hide our secrets. "Someone’s going to notice what we're doing."

Her words don't stop her from shifting until my hand slips beneath her underwear again. I'm touching her pussy, and her wetness is all over my fingers. My chest rumbles with how much it turns me on to know how badly she wants me.

I lean closer to her ear. "You think I'll let anyone see what's happening under your skirt, little one?" I slip my finger inside of her up to the second knuckle. "But if you don't want to play, that's fine. I'll stop touching you." I start to pull out of her, but her thighs squeeze and her hand clamps down over my arm.

"Don't," she whispers. "Don't stop."

She's practically panting now, and I'm so hard for her. I want to see her come. I want tofeelher come while I'm balls deep inside of her. It doesn't matter that we're surrounded by her mother's friends and business associates. That her mother’s sitting less than ten feet away in a chair just like this one. I drag my finger out and then push it back in over and over, my thumb brushing against her clit. It's not enough to get her off but it's enough to make her squirm.

"What is it you want, little one?"

"More. Please, give me more," she begs in a whisper. "Please."

I slide a second finger inside her. She clenches down on me and sucks me in. "Fuck," I grit out. "You're squeezing my fingers. Is this what you'd do to my cock?" Her lips are parted, and she's facing out into the room but I doubt she's really seeing anything. "Is it?"

"Yes," she answers in a whisper. Her hands are gripping the arms of the throne-like chair we're sitting on, and my chest presses against her back as I lean in close to her ear. "Reach down between us and take out my cock." I start fucking her harder with shaking fingers. I’m so goddamn turned on, if I don’t get inside of her I might die. "Now, Emerald. Do it now."

Her hand trembles as she reaches behind her and fumbles at my belt before she gets the zipper down. She shifts forward to give herself a little more room and I feel my wife's frigid glare from the other side of the dais. It doesn't matter, though. She can't do anything to stop us. Not without making a massive scene. She'd never do anything to embarrass herself.

The moment Emerald has my pants open enough to free my cock, I use my hand to guide hers to the base and have her wrap her fingers around me. I lean back in the throne and push my hips up so my dick slides through her grip.

"Fuck," I breathe, as I pull my sticky fingers out of her and grab her hips to put her how I want her. She doesn't resist as I angle her body toward me and tug her panties to the side again. Her pussy is slick and hot, and in the middle of a room full of people, her mother—my wife—included, I pull her down onto my shaft until every inch is buried inside of her.

Emerald's lips fall open, her eyelids droop, and her head tilts back to rest on my shoulder. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and the fact that she's taking my cock surrounded by these people only makes her that much more so. She doesn't care. All she cares about is me and how I make her feel.

We can't fuck like I want, so my fingers dig into her hips to hold her still when she tries to move. Her cunt grips me, squeezing and clamping down again and again while I grit my teeth and try not to fucking lose it. It's like her body's trying to steal my cum straight from my balls.

When Madeline's attention is focused on one of her many admirers, I tighten my grip on Emerald's hip and get her to rock ever so slightly against me. I can't hold in my groan and Emerald whimpers at the relief of finally fucking, even if it's not much.

"Do you want to know a secret?" I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. She nods once and tilts her head so I have better access, but I don't take advantage. This is important and here and now, while we're as close to being one person as we can possibly get, I need to tell her.

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