Page 107 of Doubts & Fears

Her arms and legs firmly gripped me, as if she was afraid I’d put her down.Not a fucking chance.I gently rubbed her nipples, watching them pebble and peak. Finally, I circled them and pulled lightly on the hard, pretty pink buds.

I was slightly aware of the fact that I was still fully clothed, which was a good thing because if my flesh were rubbing against her, I would have been balls deep inside her.

A loud moan escaped her, along with my name, and she trembled in my arms. I turned the water off, warring with myself as it took everything in me to pull away from this beautiful creature.

I gently dried her off and wrapped a towel around her, then changed before dressing her. As I combed her silky long hair, she nodded off. I braided and fastened it with her hair tie. Picking her up once more, I sat on the couch, repositioned her to straddle me, and held her as she slept.

A knock rattled my office door, and I moved to put her down when my mother walked into the room. Fuck, just what I needed. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open at the sight of us.

“Son? Is that…?”

I waved to the other chair. Could this day get any worse?

“Yes, it’s Kinsley. It’s always good to see you, Mother. You know that. But I wish you would have called first. It’s been a long couple of days.”

“I wanted to make sure you and your brothers were coming tonight, and I wanted to see my baby. Now I need to call before I stop in? Since when?” Her voice quivered, carrying a wounded tone.Double fuck.

“It’s not like that, Mother. I love you, and you’re always welcome, but had you come thirty minutes earlier, you would have walked in on us in the shower.”

“You and her? Son, that’s not at all appropriate. Isn’t she the girl your brother brought to the gala event, then subsequently was all moody about? I’m not at all comfortable with this. This is not like you.”

“Mother.”

Kinsley stirred in my arms, snuggling deeper into my chest. “Ya tebya obozhayu,” she murmured.I adore you, my beloved.

My mother caught it, and her eyes flashed. “Does she speak Russian?” she whispered in surprise.

We are half Russian and half British, the Russian side coming from her. “Yes, Mother. Kinsley speaks Russian, French, and Mandarin as well,” I told her, trying to dissuade her from possibly asking any other questions.

“Really? I’m so confused. What about Alek? And did you say you showered with her? Why are you holding her like that? What on earth are you doing?”

“This is why it would be best for you to phone ahead before coming. Now, I’ll be there tonight. If you want to know if your other sons are planning on attending dinner, you may want to give them a call and ask them directly.”

“Son, if your brother is with…with this girl, and you and her are, well…well,” she stammered.

“For the love of all things holy, you’re reading more into this than you need to. Kinsley pushed herself in the gym today, is all.” I put my hands on Kinsley’s hips, stilling them. The little shit was seeking release even in her sleep. I tried to hide my smile.

“Very well. However, I feel like I need to speak to your father about this. It’s most inappropriate for, well…well…all of it, really.”

“You do what you feel you need to. I shall expect he’ll want to talk in-depth tonight, so please do me a favor and tell him to wait until then. I’m actually exhausted myself.” I sighed.

“I’ll see you this evening, then,” she said, rising. She leaned down and kissed my cheek.

“Please, Ivan, I need you,” Kinsley moaned in her sleep, the tone leaving no room for any other interpretation but the obvious one. My mother’s face once again turned red, and I stifled my laughter.

“Tell me you’re at least using protection, Son.” She shook her head before leaving.

I looked at the clock. We had about ten minutes before Marcus was due back to take us home. I released my grip on her hips and leaned back, letting her snuggle deeper into me. Softly, I caressed her back, watching as goose bumps erupted across her arms while her hips moved against me.

My cock was so fucking hard under her; I throbbed as she rubbed her pussy on me. Watching her wake up and realize what she was doing was everything. Her eyes widened, and she put her hands on my shoulders.

“Ivan? Oh god, I’m so sorry.” She flushed and stopped grinding against me.

She leaned her head against my chest, and I kissed the top of her silky strands. My heart beat hard and fast as I rubbed her back.

“Don’t be.”

She shifted her hips against me tentatively, then stilled once more as she decided whether she was going to continue or not. She did this several times. Finally, when she stopped, I shifted her to relieve some of the pressure her tiny crotch had created. Gasping loudly, she gyrated once more against me. I let my hands trail down her ass and pushed her harder.

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