GENEVIEVEy spine tingles and jumps and I nearly reel from the shock of hearing his voice.Not only do I plaster myself against the wall, but my whole body also hums to life. From my stuttering intakes of air to the curling of my toes in my white sneakers and all the way to my heaving chest. My nipples tighten and so does my pussy.It is just a voice, damn it, a voice among billions of others; however, it is not merely any voice. It is his voice. The man I am not supposed to be crushing on, because it is a form of dependency.It is not healthy.And Dad will kill him when he finds out about this.But all those thoughts blur in the background, all those do not matter, because what I am feeling is healthy in my mind, and Dad is not here. He still does not want to wake up, so I’ll think about everything else when he does.Right now, there is only Dan’s voice and me, his stern voice that I can recognize the anger in. There is a slight vibration in it, so even though it sounds calm, I know
His jaw clenches and I can tell how much he’s aroused now, because his nostrils flare and the possessiveness washes over me in waves. It is why I say things like that; I know they make him shed his control and turn into the powerful dominant who’s able to tear my world to pieces.And then he curses and I get wetter at the thought that he wants me so much, he can not contain it. Other men sound coarse when they curse, he sounds hotter than sin.“What’s mine?” His voice is thicker, deeper.“My pussy. It is yours.”“Fuck.”“Yes, please fuck me.”He closes his eyes, and even though his jaw is in a rigid line, I think he’s trying to conjure some form of patience, but when he opens them, he is not calm. On the contrary, his eyes are nearly black with all the shadows crowding his masculine face.“What did you just say, baby girl?”“Fuck me.” It is barely a murmur now, a bit unsure since he’s pressing hard on both my nipples and my clit, playing with the tight tips, teasing and rolling them b
DANIELwyneth is fast asleep.I can not stop staring at her. At the delicate lines ofher face, at the slight flutter of her long, thick lashes over her cheeks. At how her fiery hair frames her face.But most of all, I can not stop staring at the blood.Her virginal blood, because she hasn’t had sex before. She hasn’t let a dick inside her, and I acted like an animal and took her against the wall.If I had an ounce of control, even a sliver, I would’ve stopped and carried her to a bed. I would’ve put on a fucking condom like I usually do. But all those thoughts did not exist when she had her legs around me, rocking against me as if she’d waited for that moment as long as I have.There was no thinking, period.I should’ve known better. I really should’ve known fucking better.I leave her on her princess bed, with muslin curtains and fluffy pillows, and head to her bathroom to wash my dick.It is covered with remnants of my cum and her blood. And I can not stop staring at it. At the evi
She quickens her pace and I use her hair to keep her in place as I rock my hips, hitting the back of her throat.She sputters and chokes, but she does not attempt to push me away. If anything, she encourages me. She opens her lips the widest possible and lets me fuck her mouth.And I do it. I thrust forward until the friction is unbearable, until all my blood rushes to where her skin meets mine, where she’s handing me the reins to use her mouth any way I see fit.My back muscles tighten with each jerk of my hips and I can feel the orgasm ripping through my balls.Before I know it, a growl echoes in the air as I empty down her throat.“Do not swallow it all,” I order as I pull my dick out of her wet heat.She stares at me with those eyes that I always feel the urge to see in order to gauge her mood through them.“Keep my cum in that mouth.”She clamps her lips shut and a trail of cum streaks down her chin. I sit up and pull her toward me by the arm and then my mouth is on hers.I thrus
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Because even though he’s standing up for me, he’s doing it in a way a guardian would. In a way where I am just under his care.Where I depend on him.“I do not approve of this, and neither does Brian,” Debra announces. “You need to divorce her.”“With all due respect, I couldn’t give a fuck about what either of you think.”“Daniel! How dare you speak to me in that tone?”I sense it then, the hardening of his walls. They are turning into pure metal with each second and I want to stand and check on him, make sure he’s okay, but his demeanor stops me. This Dan is kind of scary, and it is not the type of fear I would jump straight toward. This type is darker and causes my spine to jerk into a line.“Leave, Mom,” he grinds out through his teeth. “And do not come back here again.”“I am not moving until you promise to do the right thing.”“The right thing? What’s that, Mom? Is it throwing me at the staff to raise me? Or maybe it is trying every trick under the sun to get rid of me when you
DANIEL“I thought you would not survive Mrs. Van Winter.”I glare at my nephew as he slides on top of the conference table, facing me. The other partners left, but he stayed behind to play the bastard role.“You knew she was coming and did not tell me?”He raises his hands in the air. “Hey. I only got the call after she left. A furious one at that in all of Mrs. Van Winter’s snobbish glory. She kept asking if I knew and then said of course I did and that I should bear the consequences if this becomes public and all that fun stuff. But most of all, she was royally pissed that “the little girl” kicked her out. Ginny really did that?”“Genevieve. The name is Genevieve.” And she did. She kicked out my mother even though she’s not the type who shows rudeness without a reason. Despite her smart tongue and sass, she’s not an antagonist. But she has a strong sense of justice and that is what pushed her to talk to Mrs. Van Winter that way.I have been in a gloomy mood ever since she left this
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