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Before I could respond he had his hand tangled in the back of my hair, tugged my head back, and dragged his tongue over my mouth, licking me like he was a lion taking his fill. His fingers tightened further in the strands and I gasped.
And then when he kissed me, the knock on his door had both of us stilling.
“Dad? Bea?”
Oh God.
CHAPTER THREE
Landen leaned in until our lips were touching. “I know you’re sore, but I’m going to fuck you again before I let you go to sleep, darling.”
I bit my bottom lip.
Before I could respond, he had his hand tangled in the back of my hair, tugged my head back, and dragged his tongue over my mouth, licking me like he was a lion taking his fill. His fingers tightened further in the strands and I gasped.
And then when he kissed me, the knock on his door had both of us stilling.
“Dad? Bea?”
Oh God.
I felt my eyes widen and looked between the closed door and back at Landen. His focus was trained right on me, his expression stoic.
I was freaking the hell out right now, my heart racing, pounding hard and fast against my ribs until it was painful. Yet he stood there like it was no big deal. His daughter was on the other side of his bedroom door, and it was like he didn’t care she knew we’d just had sex. She had to have heard us.
And then my face heated, when—as if the filthy things we did, was conjured by my thoughts—I felt a trickle of his cum slip down my inner thigh.
And dammit, he missed nothing. Landen slowly trailed his gaze down my body until he was staring at my pussy. He made a deep sound in his chest.
Faster than I could expect, he reached down and slid his finger along that dribble of cum, capturing it with his finger and bringing it up to show me.
“So fucking hot. Open for me like a good girl,” he murmured and moved that digit closer to my mouth.
If it was at all possible, my eyes got even bigger, my jaw slackened, and my lips parted. He took that as my obedience, and maybe it was. Maybe my body knew this was exactly what I needed.
A second later, he pushed that finger into my mouth and made me taste the flavor of us. His cum was salty on my tongue, thick down my throat.
“Swallow it, sweetheart.”
And I did just that. God, I was a nasty bitch, standing here while I sucked on my best friend’s father’s finger as my pussy throbbed because he’d stretched and filled me with his big cock.
And she waited right on the other side.
“Bea,” Anna murmured through the door.
She didn’t sound pissed, but how could she not be?
“Can you meet me downstairs?”
And then I heard her retreating footsteps. I stared at that closed bedroom door, about to break down and cry because I knew I’d fucked up big time.
I felt Landen’s thumb and forefinger grip my chin as he turned my head so I faced him. He tilted my head back, so we were looking into each other’s eyes.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make sure everything’s okay.”
And then he leaned in and kissed me. It was soft and sweet, and I melted against him. His hand tangled in my hair, his fingers tightening in the strands.
The kiss wasn’t vulgar. It was one that felt gentle, as if he was reassuring me that yes, everything would be okay.
