Page 36 of Demanding Husband

He dragged Claire’s body back up the bed and positioned himself on top of her. He didn’t wait, he just thrust inside of her, pushing into her depths, opening her up until there was nothing else in the world but them, together, in the bed.

Claire could feel her wetness soaking into the sheets. Vince didn’t seem to care. He just kept pushing his cock deeper into her, pinning her into the sheets.

“Yes, Daddy,” Claire groaned. “Yes, fuck me, Daddy.”

Vince leaned down, pressing his elbow into the wet sheets, and covered Claire’s mouth with his hand. He looked down to the space between their bodies and watched as he eased his cock in and out of her.

With her Daddy’s hand over her mouth, the only thing Claire could do was breathe through her nose as she felt his cock pushing inside of her. She wanted to scream out, to tell him how much he was pleasing her, but she couldn’t. The best she could hope for was staring into his eyes, but he was too busy looking at between her thighs.

One of his strong hands grabbed the back of her thigh and hoisted her leg up, resting her calf on his shoulder. From there, he was able to pound her harder and faster. Claire’s whole body rocked. She could feel the electricity coursing through her body, sending sparks and fireworks rolling through her stomach. She moaned, the sound muffled beneath Vince’s fingers.

She started to clench around Vince’s shaft, sending waves of euphoria through her veins. Claire felt every inch of her body tighten and release as the pleasure rolled over her in hot waves. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt everything relax.

She turned her head, moving her mouth from beneath Vince’s hand, as he continued to pound into her. Vince grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over on the bed. His strong hands pushed down into the small of her back, forcing her head down on the wet bed, her ass in the air. Vince’s hands moved to her ass, grabbing fistfuls as he shoved his cock back inside.

He sped up, going at her harder and faster than he ever had before. Soft moans came out of his mouth, hissing through his teeth. Claire turned her head to the side, trying to look behind her and watch as her daddy edged closer to orgasm.

A figure was standing in the doorway, shocking Claire out of her daze. She pushed herself up with her hands, kneeling on all fours on the bed. It was Lorelei, standing there, watching them.

Lorelei’s hands were down the front of her skirt. She was touching herself to the sight of them. As Claire opened her mouth to say something, she felt another orgasm take hold of her. Gone were the thoughts that troubled her mind. All she could think about was the sweet feeling of clenching around her Daddy’s shaft, grabbing onto it as it slipped in and out of her.

Vince didn’t give her time to relax. He grabbed her hips again, this time lifting her onto his lap. He sat on the edge of the bed, his toes touching the floor. He lifted Claire’s body with his hands, thrusting his hips hard against hers. Claire could barely keep her eyes open. The feeling of him pushing deep into her was making her wild. But she knew something else was happening. She glanced over her shoulder to see Lorelei fondling herself with a wide, open mouth.

Vince pulsed inside of her. A strangled groan echoed out from the depths of his throat. Claire felt his cream filling her up. She gasped at the feeling, warm and wet and sticky. Once more, she looked over her shoulder, letting her damp hair cascaded down her back. Lorelei was furiously touching herself, edging closer to her own release with every passing second. Finally, a loud moan burst from her lips. Claire watched as her legs shook from the force.

Claire looked back at her Daddy. His face was covered in sweat, his mouth open and panting, but his eyes were locked on his wife’s. There was no denying it—they’d shared a private moment Claire had not been a part of.

Chapter twenty-one

Play nice, ladies

Clairewasrefusingtolook at Lorelei. She kept her head down like a sulky little girl, moving her food around on her plate. The tension in the air was palpable. It was clear to Vince that both Claire and Lorelei were uneasy. Neither woman had been in this situation before.

Claire was used to having him all to herself and so was Lorelei. Bringing the two women together was never going to be an easy adjustment, he knew that, but it wasn’t going as well as he’d expected. It wasn’t like they hadn’t known of the other’s existence. They both went into this with their eyes wide open, and yet, they were being babies about it.

He wondered if he’d missed something, or if something had happened between them he was unaware of, but he doubted it. Claire had only been there for the day, they’d barely had any time alone together. How could they have had a falling out already?

Was this relationship damaged beyond repair? He hoped not. They had wanted Claire to live with them while she went to college. They’d promised Kate they would foot the bill. Vince didn’t want to ship Claire back off to her mother and break his word. Still, he knew something had to be done. The awkward air around the dinner table was almost too much for him to take.

Preparing himself to speak up, he glanced between the two most important women in his life. He had to say something. They needed to get along. He knew it would be hard at first, but they needed to get to a content place, even if it was just for his sake. Living in a tense house wasn’t something he’d signed up for.

Claire reached across the table and grabbed the ladle, bringing a spoonful of sauce to her plate. Vince barely paid any attention, he was too consumed by his thoughts.

“Oh my God!” Claire shouted. She pushed her chair away from the table then stood, staring down at the floor.

Lorelei was hovering behind her, her face pale.

“What?” Vince asked, feeling a little dazed by Claire’s outburst.

“She knocked it out of my hand,” Claire screeched. “Jesus, that sauce is hot.”

Vince sat up in his seat and leaned over, trying to see where the sauce had been spilled. He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear Claire’s groaning and hissing as she shook out her leg.

“You need to clean this up,” Claire demanded.

Lorelei instantly sank to her knees, napkin in hand.

“No!” Claire shouted. The corners of her mouth turned upward in an evil grin. “With your mouth.”

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