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WARNING: RATED 18+
ELENA'S POV
He walked lustfully to me and unbuttoned his shirt revealing his broad chest tattoo with a cross. He looks super hot, I drooled over him. His body is so perfect with his broad and muscular chest.
I breathed heavily, Jason grabbed my head closer and placed a deep kiss on my lips and my neck.
I watch the dress inch up my legs with every pull of his hand, baring more and more of me. The sight makes me giddy. Its the only excuse for what slips out in response. Should I call you Daddy, then?
He goes still. Just like that, he releases my dress and the fabric falls back to cover most of my thighs. Disappointment sours my stomach, but hes not moving back. He skates his hand up my side barely brushing the curve of my breast before he grips my chin just tightly enough to hurt. Is that what you want, Elena?He presses two fingers to my bottom lip and I open for him. You want to call me Daddy while I do filthy things to you that youve only fantasized about.He slips his fingers into my mouth, in and out, in and out, miming fucking. I watch him with wide eyes, but I dont get a chance to decide if I like it or not before he clamps his remaining fingers tightly around my chin, his fingers almost deep enough to gag me.
Jason leans down and holds my gaze as his fingers stroke
my tongue. You want to call me Daddy while I slip my hand up your skirt and find out what you have waiting for me? While I bend you over this counter and eat your cunt until you come?Its almost too much, I cant quite catch my breath, I really am going to gag, but he gives me no relief. You want to ride Daddys cock?
I make a panicked sound and he releases me, sliding his fingers from my mouth. It feels dirty and wrong and Im shaking with need. Yes,I whisper. Yes,
thats what I want.
He searches my face. Maybe he thought hed scare me off with all that, but instead Im even more turned on. My hands drop to the hem of my dress. Would you like to see?Oh my god, is this really happening? Did I really challenge him like that and now hes called my bluff? Jason is not on my list of things I wanted from Lucas, but I cant deny that every filthy sentence he spills makes the heat in my blood pulse hotter.
I want to be bad, to be dirty. I want to forget every bit of the last few days. I know the forgetting wont last forever, but at this point Ill take what I can get.
I expect Lucas to do all these things to me as my betrothed, but he stalks to other ladies right in front of me. When its pushed together, it basically creates a massive bed,and Ive always wanted Lucas to do all these as my husband.
Jason considers me for a moment and then drops onto the couch and situates himself against the back of it with his big legs stretched out. Like this, theres no missing the way his cock presses against the front of his pants. He crooks his fingers at me. Take off your shoes.
After a short silent debate, I stand on the ottoman and walk to him. But when I move to straddle him, he shakes his head. No. Turn around. Lie down.When I dont immediately obey, he moves me how he wants me. Urging me onto my stomach facing the window, my shins and feet bent up against the back of the couch. It feels strange and awkward and its made worse by the fact we arent touching.
He must sense my confusion, because he rumbles out a laugh as he takes the remote and puts a movie on. You dont remember this.
Its only when the opening credits of a bullshit action movie start that I go still. I was lying between you two like this.
Yes.He tosses one of the throw blankets over my lower half and then nudges my legs wider. Just. Like. This.And then his hand is there, burrowing under the blankets and sliding up to bracket my inner thigh. You were wearing a skirt nearly as short as this. Were you hoping I'd finger you?
Embarrassment and desire twine through me. Maybe.My breath catches in my throat as his hand shift higher, his rough palm against my bare skin. I swallow hard. Maybe I was hoping youd do it.
You're minehe murmurs. Lets see how shameless, shall we?He yanks the throw off with his free hand and tosses it aside. Pull up your dress, baby
I reach drown and grip the hem of my dress, inching it up over my ass, baring me from the waist down. Like this?
Good girl.He tightens his grip on my thigh. Spread your legs and lift your hips.As I obey, his hand shifts higher and cups my pussy. We both exhale shakily. I expected him to jump me, to rip off my clothes and fuck me against the nearest available surface. I didnt expect him to recreate one of the dirtiest near misses weve had over the last two years.
Wet,Jason murmurs. Were you that wet for me that day? Would you have let me…He pushes two broad fingers into me. You would have, wouldnt you?
Yes,I moan. I writhe back against his touch, trying to take him deeper. I feel like Im on fire, wanton and dirty and unable to stop. I wanted your fingers so bad.
Just like that, theyre gone. You want to be bad?
Prove it.
I lift my head. How?Come here.