“Maybe.But I was trying to be polite.Because the thoughts in my head don’t belong to you, sir.”
Shaking his head, he says, “Let’s get you home before I break all of my promises.”
I’m suddenly overwhelmed with the need to push him.What happens if he breaks all of his promises?Does that mean he’d whisk me to his place?Would he invite Mr.Tyler?Would they take turns with me, each of them watching?
My panties only grow wetter, with every passing block.
Finally, we’re in front of my apartment building.
“Thank you for the ride,” I say.
Before I can get out of the car, he takes my hand in his.Pressing a soft kiss to the top, he holds my gaze and says, “Anytime, princess.”
Kingston
The dream is so good, I don’t want to wake up.
It features Ella, of course.And even knowing this, even knowing I can snap myself out of this dream and avoid spanking my son’s girlfriend, I stay right where I am, my face pressed against her shoulder while I take her from behind.
Bash is there in the dream, too.He’s fucking her mouth, rough because she was acting like a brat.His movements are so fast and deep, tears spring to Ella’s eyes.He gently wipes them away with his fingers, praising her.
I know she loves it, because in my dream, she’ll love every dirty thing we do to her.But also, her tight pussy is spasming on my fingers while I fuck her ass.
Sebastian finishes and pulls out of her mouth, coming all over her chest.
She turns around and says to me, “It’s so wrong, Daddy.So wrong.”
Fuckyes.It is so wrong, and that’s what makes it so fucking good.
“You like it, you naughty girl,” I say, holding tight to her hip with my free hand, making sure she can’t go anywhere.She’s ours.
Her moans are so sexy, and the way she looks over her shoulder and watches me fuck her ass, her gorgeous brown eyes locked on mine, damn near sends me over the edge.
My body tightens, ready for release.
“Dad?”A voice penetrates through the haze of my lust.“Dad, are you home?”
Fucking hell.I open my eyes to a dim living room.I must’ve dozed off while reading.
Joel walks in, carrying my skis.“Sleeping, old man?”
“This book is boring as hell,” I say, setting it on the coffee table.I don’t know why I thought I wanted to read about the rise of the railroads in the nineteenth century, but obviously I was mistaken.
Or maybe I would much rather fantasize about my son’s cute girlfriend.There is that angle to consider.
“How was Tahoe?”I ask.
“It was fine.Thanks for lending me the skis.Do you want me to put them somewhere?”
“Just set them down, I’ll stuff them in the closet later.Have you talked to Ella?”
He raises his eyebrows.“The maid?No…what about?”
Annoyance moves through me.It’s been three days.He’s been in fucking Tahoe, skiing and having a good time.If I’d known he wasn’t checking on her, I would’ve found some way to do it.“I told you there was something bothering her the other day, asked you to talk to her about it.Remember?”
“Oh shit, I forgot.Sorry.”He sets down the skis and gives an unconcerned shrug.“Well, I’m back now, I’ll give her a call.”
“You do that.And Joel?”