Page 54 of Crush
Shea washung.
His big dick sprang out before me, bouncing and swaying in the air with a mouth-watering heft. The masculine scent of his warm, salty flesh flooded my nostrils and hijacked my brain.
I wanted him, needed him, buried deep inside me. I didn't want him to waste any time. Shea could sense it. He pushed me onto my back and spread my legs over his shoulders. He glided his cock along my sopping wet folds, teasing me, wanting me to beg for it.
“Fuck me, Shea,” I whispered between my moans of anticipation. “Please, I want you inside me.”
With a groan, Shea set his tip at my entry.
Ever so slowly, Shea began to sink his weight into me.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, encouraging him to go faster, deeper.
The very tip of his manhood parted my folds and began to stretch me wider—when something made us both freeze in terror.
The large living room windows behind us were suddenly bathed in a blinding white light.
Then we heard the crunch of rubber tires on gravel, and the hum of a car engine nearing as it pulled into the driveway.
I recognized the sound of that car, of course.
Shea's ex-wife.
Shea jumped off me and crawled over the sofa to peek through the window blinds.
“Fuck, that's Cynthia's car,” he snarled. “What the hell is she doing here right now?”
He jumped off the couch and stepped into his boxers. I was almost too stunned to move—until I heard the sound of a car door opening and then slamming shut.
Eyes wide, I leaped off the couch, scooped my dress and heels off the floor, andranfor my bedroom upstairs.
Chapter 19
Shea
We're so fucked,I thought, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard the door slam shut. We had only a few short moments to get dressed.
Brynn slipped off the couch, snatched up her dress and heels, and ran butt-naked for the upstairs.
Cute butt,I thought to myself as I hopped around the room, trying to pull my trousers up. Yeah, I know—bad timing—but I couldn't help but appreciate it.
Chloe and her mom screamed and yelled at each other in the driveway. It might bring some ex-husbands a certain pleasure to see their daughter arguing with their mother, but I hated to see it. That said, this time? Their disagreement, whatever it was about, bought me precious seconds.
Hurrying, I slid my shoes under the couch, fluffed the cushions, and made sure things looked nice and neat and definitelydidn'tlook like Dad was just about to fuck the nanny in the living room.
Chloe banged on the door.
I reached for the deadbolt. Before I unlocked it, I turned around and took one last survey of the room—only to see Brynn's discarded thonglying in a crumpled little ball in the middle of the floor.
“Shit,” I hissed. I ran over, picked it up and stuffed the item into my pocket.
Then I unlocked the door. Chloe stormed in and shoved right past me. She'd obviously been crying.
“Chloe!” I yelled after her. “Hey, what happened?”
“Ican'ttalk to you about this, Dad!” she sobbed. She raced upstairs, heavy feet stomping all the way to her bedroom.
Cynthia's car was still idling in the driveway. She wasn't going anywhere.
