Page 22 of Dirty Little Secret

My legs tremble because I want him to ruin me so badly. His gaze travels down the dress I chose to wear—a flowy summery number with very easy access.

“You want this?” He unzips his pants and releases his thick, hard cock. “Tell Daddy how much you want to play with him.”

“I wanna play so bad,” I moan, meaning every single word. I sink down to my knees and gaze up at him with my most innocent expression. “Let me show you what a good little girl I can be for you.”

With my hands on his hips, I take his cock in my mouth, my lips stretched tight around his thick shaft. He grunts and grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing himself deeper into my mouth. I whimper, my eyes watering every time he touches the back of my throat. There’s nothing like a cock in your mouth to make you appreciate how big a guy really is.

With a growl, he lifts me up and thrusts me against the car, his hands sliding up my thighs, shoving my dress out of the way. My arms wrap tightly around his neck as I hold on for dear life as he buries his length inside my pussy. The car rocks, groaning as it shifts against the force of his thrusts. The intense pressure of his balls against my clit hits me like a speeding bullet and I whimper. He kisses me, hard and rough, and all I can do is cling to him.

“So much for being difficult.”

His teeth sting as they scrape my neck. My heart’s thundering so hard I can’t hear anything else, and the pressure building up in my body is almost too much again.

“You’re easy, Holly. Easy to fuck, easy to enjoy, easy to get off.”

“Don’t stop,” I gasp.

“Come on my cock, darlin,” he grunts, shifting me forward so he can fuck me even deeper. “Show me what a good little girl you are.”

The dark edge of his voice, the violence in his powerful thrusts, the pleasure mingling with pain with every push drags me off the cliff and an orgasm rips through me. I’m feeling faint when out of nowhere, he suddenly turns me around and cups my mouth with his hand.

“Shh,” he hisses, the urgency in his tone silencing me instantly.

Someone is here.

Andrew’s stunned voice fills my ear. “It’s Nick.”

Nick stops in his tracks, his eyes firmly on me, in his father’s arms. His gaze shifts to Andrew, accusation burning in his eyes.

“Daddy?” he hisses.

My cheeks heat. Oh God, he heard that. I want to die right now.

“This is why you told me to move on from her, so you could swoop in and fuck her?”

I’ve heard Nick angry before, but never like this. I scramble out of Andrew’s embrace and straighten myself up, ignoring the slick feeling between my thighs.

“Calm down, it’s not like that—”

“The fuck it isn’t,” Nick cuts him off. “What the hell, Dad? Is this why you told me I should move on when I said I wanted her back?”

My heart thumps as Nick’s words hit me like a freight train.

Andrew told Nick to move on from me.

When the fuck did that conversation happen?

I step away from Andrew, still wet with my own pleasure from his touch. I’m so confused and hurt that he would keep something like that from me. Would it have changed anything if I had known this earlier?

Andrew’s voice sends me crashing back down to earth.

“No, it wasn’t like that—”

“When was this?” I cut in.

Andrew won’t meet my eyes. When he doesn’t reply, Nick does it for him.

“That night we saw you at your work function…” His voice trails off, like the full extent of our relationship has just dawned on him. “Those texts, that was you?”

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