Page 55 of The Tangle of Awful

“Good girl,” I praise, voice raspy. “Good, good girl.”

When I’m sure she’s taken every drop, I pull out of her mouth so I can fully take in her wrecked appearance. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in all my life.

Aubrey is perfect.

Her body is sexy-as-fuck, but it’s her facial expressions that get me every time—so innocent but also somehow so naughty all at once. I love how her pouty lips are red and swollen from taking my dick. Lashes that are still wet with tears bat lazily against her cheeks, as if staying awake requires too much energy.

She gave me everything when she sucked my dick.

And now she’s exhausted.

Quickly, I shove my still dripping dick back into my slacks and zip up before helping her to her feet. The hunger in her gaze has me wanting to scoop her into my arms, carry her to my room to spend the rest of the night.

That can’t happen.

I need to process what happened a moment ago before I go jumping off into another stupid decision. Bending down, I snatch up her towel and then drape it over her shoulders. Her brows pinch together, worry flickering over her features.

“That was the best feeling in my entire life, Love,” I murmur, briefly dipping down to kiss her supple lips again. “The. Best.”

She smiles against my mouth. “We can do more.”

Such a temptation.

More sounds like heaven with my devilish little girl.

“I can’t,” I grumble. “We can’t.”

“Hugo—”

“I said we can’t, Love. Just take this as the stolen gift it was. A memory. A fucking great one. I won’t ever forget it, but we can’t do this. Nothing about this thing between us works. I’m married to your mother, for fuck’s sake.”

Tears well in her eyes again, but anger chases away any sadness. She shakes her head at me and starts for the bathroom. The towel barely covers her cute little ass.

“I love you,” I remind her, my voice sounding fatherly and caring. “Don’t ever forget.”

She looks over her shoulder and glowers at me, even as tears stream down her cheeks like shimmery raindrops on a windowpane. “Your love is confusing and it hurts, Hugo. It really hurts.”

I expect a door to slam, but again, she shuts me out with a soft click of a door closing.

Why do I keep hurting her? Over and over. It’s like I have no control. Like I do it for fucking sport. Shame burns through my every vein, making my stomach twist violently.

It felt like a fantasy come to life while getting a blow-job from my sexy stepdaughter. Even now, my heart continues to race from the adrenaline rush of coming in her pretty mouth, but I’m sated in that way that always comes after good sex.

My head’s a fucking mess, though.

Which is why I won’t be doing that shit ever again.

Until my dick gets hard next time I see her mouth, remembering the way she sucked cock like she wanted a career in it…

What then?

My cock thickens in my slacks.

I guess I know my answer.

I’m a monster.

Aubrey

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