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Jake shakes his head again, pressing his finger against my clit so hard I buckle against
him.
“It’s just me in here, Aiden. Alina left.”
“Oh, I thought I was giving her a ride.”
Jake circles his finger around my clit and I hold my breath. “I saw her leave, Aiden.”
“Are you sure?”
My breath hitches in my throat, and Jake, fucking Jake, thrusts his finger inside me. I bite down hard, though I can’t stop the whimper in my throat.
“Dad?”
“Aiden. I’m in the fucking bathroom. Leave me be.”
Aiden huffs from behind the door and I begin to rock my hips, seeking friction.
“Fine, I’m heading out with the guys. I’ll be back late”
We stand there in silence, Jake finally taking his hand from my mouth. I pant, catching
my breath as he scissors his fingers inside me. The moment we hear the front door close,
Jake takes his fingers out of me, and I gasp, groaning as he steps away from me.
“I thought that little fucker was never going to leave,” Jake growls, grabbing the band of
panties and pulling them down my legs until I can step out of them, and then grabs the
hem of my dress, shoving it up and over my head.
He only gives me a second of reprieve before he pushes me onto the counter and thrusts into me. I groan from the sting as I stretch to take him in. He takes a moment, grunting and then hissing between his teeth.
“Fuck, baby. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, and this is so much better than I remember.” He pulls out slightly, thrusting in again harder than before.
I moan loudly. “I–I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.”
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He smiles at me through the reflection and gathers my hair into his fist, pulling my head back so that my breasts point directly to the mirror, giving him a clear view.
It’s impossible, I know, but I feel him harden even more inside me.
He pulls out and thrusts in again. “My fucking god, this pussy.”
I pulse around him and I drip, literally drip, down my thighs.
“Have you touched yourself?”
I
groan against the pain as he pulls my hair harder. “What?”
“Have you touched yourself thinking about me? Thinking about my cock deep inside
you?”
My pussy convulses around him, his words turning me wetter and needier. “Yes.”
His eyes darken, his nostrils flaring and he takes me faster. “How many times?”
“Every night.”
He lets go of my hair and grabs onto my hips, holding me still as he quickens his pace. I take it, loving how he loses control. Our skin slaps echo in the room and I cry when he
slaps my ass.
A moment later he grabs my ass cheeks, spreading them apart until I feel my skin sting from the stretch. He lifts his eyes to mine in the reflection of the mirror and then looks straight down at my ass. “Has anyone told you you have a pretty asshole?”
My chest turns hot at this words and he thrusts into me. I moan deep in my throat. “No.”
“Really?”
I hiss at another hard thrust. “You’re the only one who’s seen it.”
He chuckles at that and I watch him as he brings his thumb to his mouth and licks it all. He thrusts again, and presses his thumb to the rim. It stings, and I moan.
“Jake!”
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He presses it deeper and I feel myself wrap tightly around the tip of his finger, swallowing him. He keeps it there and continues to thrust, faster and harder now.
My orgasm builds in my stomach and I cry out, feeling my pussy pulse around him.
Jake grunts, coming a second later.
Sweat drips down my forehead and the only sound is that of us trying to catch our breath. He pulls out of me and I whimper, feeling empty, feeling stretched.
“I wish you could see this.”
He grips my cheek, pushing it back to get a better view of my pussy.
“The sight of my cum dripping out of you is like looking at heaven.”
I feel myself pulse and Jake inhales.
“Your pussy is begging me to fuck it again, isn’t it?”
I nod, still holding onto the counter.
