David’s POV.
“Ahh…” I grunt as I wake up and roll around my bed. My body is alive as I sport a huge boner. I squirm again, searing feelings of sex driving through me.
Hell, it’s a huge surprise that last night happened…
I jerk my nose and I still notice the scent of the sin Vera and I committed last night. Father and daughter…
No, foster dad and his foster daughter, making out…committing sin.
My mind makes it a priority to remind me that Vera and I are not blood related.
But her mother was your ex-lover, I think to myself.
Yeah, there’s that, no doubt.
But, c’mon. How was I expected to pull my control tight after hearing the shitty ways men took pleasure from Vera’s pussy.
Shit, it still grates my nerves knowing the fact that some dudes out there have been to the place I wish to be.
Just say you wanted a virgin, that little voice in my head squeaks again.
I deflate knowing it’s true. I don’t want to openly admit I wanted to be the first man to have his cock between those creamy thighs and inside that, presumably, hot vulva.
My dick jerks, reminding me it has a mind of its own. Yeah, last night made me find out, my brain doesn’t work with my cock at all.
I guess it’s time to admit what people have been spilling about me. Just hearing her say the words, just feeling the tender pussy over the flat of my fingers made everything snap.
Fuck men. That girl is too immaculate. Soft and perfect without even trying.
I mean, last night seeing her squirt all over my sheets made me groan. I had to change the sheets immediately I sneaked her into her room.
Irene’s around the house so I don’t want her to see one family pleasuring each other. She might not be able to understand and spill the news.
The last thing I want and will always avoid is getting the mafia know about my precious Vera.
In my mind’s eye, I watched the way her flower contracted as she watched me Jack off. The way she pleaded to touch me.
Naughty girl wants to have daddy’s rod, feel the sweetness of daddy’s seed, and have his bush tingle her sex.
I laugh unknowingly at the forbidden thought.
My…my…touching Vera is like a trophy. So appealing. I’ve never woken up so happy and shit.
I grasp my boner and pull, trying to stop it from enlarging and growing more stiff.
When I feel the lust has calmed down a bit, I get my ass off my bed and pad my way into the bathroom.
I get down to business after shaving my five O’clock stubble.
I pick one of my dress shirts, a black one, and a gray slacks.
In the next five seconds, I’m already sitting regally in the dining as Irene serves Waffles, Nacho and a steaming cup of coffee.
It happened that I left my cellphone down last night and Claire was bringing down the ceiling with calls. Though, she told me that Mr. Oliver was seeking me and she told him I must have gone home.
I nibble the edibles, scrolling through the newspaper that Irene handed me. It’s how I get most mornings done. Yeah, the particular reason I seem to be hell-bent on checking the social media and newspapers is to ensure nothing about Vera has gone public.
I made sure all her social media accounts are private so not everyone can see what she posts or chat her up.
With those evil men, they can go down the hill to get Vera and Helen pleaded I don’t let them.
Not even her husband should know about Vera.
While flipping through the pages, I hear footsteps approaching and I crane my neck, only to see Vera wearing a sleepy look. Her hair is in a state of tatters, and her eyes droopy but the instant she sees me…she perks up.
Life comes into her features. She walks up to me with a gentle smile caressing her lips.
“Good morning, daddy…”
She leans forward to kiss me but hearing Irene’s footsteps, I turn my lips away and her kiss lands on my cheek.
“Oh…Vera, you’re awake?” Irene allows, getting closer.
She kinda pauses when she spots the blush warming Vera’s cheek and the noticeable way I clear my throat.
“Is…everything…?”
Irene tries to speak but Vera’s voice reach Irene in pitch as she asks.
“I need a hot cup of black coffee, Irene.”
It’s just a statement but Irene suddenly changes to her work mode.
“Yes, sure. Please sit down.”
Vera only stands and grins as Irene shoulder passes her and hastens into the kitchen.
Oh, men. My blood pressure has already gone up to an unspeakable degree. However, I curse knowing I missed tasting Vera’s lips when she wakes up.
When Irene’s focus is not on us, Vera leans down and steals a quick kiss with a brush of her finger over my zipper.
Fuck…she still tastes like syrup. Sweet and worthy of relishing.
I break the awkwardness between us with my words. “Ain’t you going to school, Kid?”
“Of course, I’ll.” She says to me. To Irene, she mutters. “Thanks.”
Vera leisurely sip the coffee. I know from the look on her face that drinking that isn’t what she wanted.
She might have come down now to torment me, knowing it’s my usual time of having breakfast.
“Well, then. Go get ready for school.” I order her, chewing on the Nachos.
“Why? You’ve never been this interested in me going to school.” She asks.
“Is it bad now to ensure my daughter doesn’t
miss school, huh…?” I taunt.
Irene leaves our presence and before I can breathe next, Vera is already breathing down my lips…hands going over my neck and collarbone.
The kiss is frantic…demanding.
“I couldn’t sleep last night, daddy…” She says against my lips but her words get muffled as I force my mouth into hers again, kissing her like I need to breathe.
I don’t know where this will land us but I don’t actually care as far as I get to have a taste of her. Her essence and shit…
Vera’s already riding my thigh in urgency moaning into my mouth.
“I couldn’t cum despite pleasuring my pussy. You have to make me cum…mmmm…”
She humps closer to my rigid cock now and I slip my hand into her hair…molding our lips in a deathly kiss.
She thrashes…
Her wetness starts damping my slacks…
“Fuck, kid. Someone’s
going to see us…” I manage but I still can’t stop the act. I pull her to me, her chest crushing against mine as I bury my mouth into hers, seeking her tongue.
“I just want to cum…” She cries…kissing and humping me.
“Ahem!”
With a gasp Vera and I pull apart as I see Andrei standing there like a looming tower, watching us.
The surprise is evident. He must be wondering when Vera and I started doing the shit.
All too quickly, Vera comes down from my thighs and hurries to her seat. She slings her black ringlet hair behind her ear, and I catch the red blush on her cheek.
“Good morning, Andrei.” She greets after Andrei, looking down and too shy to face us.
“Boss…”
Andrei doesn’t know what to say though but he quickly recovers and asks.
“Are you done preparing, Vera?” He asks Vera now.
She manages to look up. The blush is still on her cheeks though.
“I…uh…yeah…I should go to school.” She laughs and utters to one in particular. She stands up and scrapes the seat against the wooden floor.
Vera hurries away and Andrei seizes the opportunity to ask.
“You’re finally together?”
“No.” I shrug.
“So? What’s this I saw?” He works a brow up.
“Just me fulfilling a horny girl’s desire.”
My words seem to make Andrei keep his mouth shut. I’m even surprised I said that but it seems to be the perfect excuse.
“I’m taking her to school.” I declare even before I can ponder more on it.
To be continued…