David’s POV.
I’m tensed…no. I’m excited. Since, my years of being a businessman and making series of travel around the world, going home…to my abode has never excited me this much.
I realize, chuckling under my breath while my thick fingers scroll around my stubbled jaw. The five O’clock hairs on my jaw pierce the pad of my fingers.
I sprawl over the seat, my back resting on it, while I support my jaw with my hand, eyes roaming outside the window and into the black sky.
Stealing a glance down, I see light freckles sprouting from the city below.
My legs twitch on the ottoman they’re resting upon and I draw back my eyes into the cabin. The small television playing before me don’t even hold an atom of my interest.
What’s keeping me alert is the smooth flow of adrenaline through my system at the knowledge that I’m about to see her again.
To hold her and sink my body into hers.
I fucking want to feel the warmth she oozes.
It still surprises me that I’m this excited. Hell, I didn’t feel this excited the day I got my first one billion dollars What can be the cause of it?
Woman, a voice in my head sings out. It’s just not any woman but someone I’ve grown to love.
The only feeling I ever felt for Helen. Her mother. Surprisingly, the feelings are now shifted to Vera. What’s more crazy about it?
It’s because it’s a forbidden relationship. In every sense of the word, what I feel for Vera is forbidden. A man my age fucking and having an affair with someone her age? It hardly happens. I doubt it has ever happened.
I’m twice her age, showing she’s old enough to be my first child but I want her.
In fact, the forbidden nature of it, makes me want to fuck her and own her…I have a feeling it’ll be the most wonderful thing I’ll ever experience.
Yeah, the fact that she’s like a daughter to me. The girl I fed and took care of would make people frown at me.
Hell, with this sex hormones roving through me and making my dick twitch with need? I don’t care whatever shit that happens.
It’s a dirty relationship with Vera or nothing.
Damn, I’ve not even thought about fucking someone ever since Vera began tempting me with her assets. Granted, I’ve gotten some blow jobs, delivered by one of my toys some days before I traveled to Sidney.
But I’ve not sink this hard-on…I think as I romance my cock, into my any pussy.
I know the cunt it wants. The cunt of the girl I’m just a few minutes away from meeting with.
I roll my head as lewd things fill my mind, like…what will she be doing now? Lying on her bed? Touching herself to the thought of me?
Riding her dildo or torturing her slimy pussy and clit with a vibrator?
I can’t seem to shake off the thought. In between thinking about Vera, I unknowingly fall asleep.
We land safely on the tarmac and my driver’s already there with my humming Mercedes Benz, I slip into the car as he greets me.
Slamming the door shut, he moves over and takes charge of the wheel.
My hand sinks into the bag of the gather. I bring it out, looking at it for minutes longer before I wrinkle it in my palm and shove it into my pocket.
Knowing it’s there makes my pocket feel heavy…but more than that I want to see the heated look she’ll give me.
I grin at the thought and in a short moment, we arrive at the mansion.
In a haste, I hightail into the house. Irene’s not around, so the driver takes charge of getting my stuff into my room.
“Boss, welcome…” Andrei offers his greeting but I’m too tensely excited to wait and respond or converse with him.
When I throw him a look over my shoulder, I see the knowing smirk on his face.
I pad down the hallway, my feet creaking hard against the floor. I pop open the button of my white shirt as I make my way into her room.
On instant, a legion of her floral scent bashes into my nose. I stealthily swerve my way in. That’s when I hear the splashing sounds coming from her bathroom…and I know then that she’s bathing.
I inch closer. Standing by the door, I see her figure peeking through the glass, staring at me. She’s bent over the showerhead, the water escaping the follicles of the showerhead in rivulets, pasting down on her skin.
I trail my eyes up and painstakingly down, taking in her form. Every fucking inch of her skin. Registering it in my mind.
While on it, I hear a moan flush out of her lips…and then…
I see it too.
One of her hands is trapped between her thighs…
Touching a sweet spot.
As the sweetness of it flow through her system, she throws her head back, loll it from side to side…biting her lips while poking her vagina with her fingers.
I feel it rumble through me…I feel it…snake through my body.
Hunger…a very formidable one…splash against my cock.
I roar inwardly, the sounds getting muffled by the running water.
With my eyes still on her, I hurtle back…
My fingers get to my buttons again and begin to pop them open. The fabric clothing me falls aside, baring my muscle striated chest.
I look at my chest in the mirror and see the heavy breathing I’m heaving. I see the constant rise and fall of my chest with every fucking, heated breath I take.
But…that’s not what gets me mostly.
I trail my eyes down…lower until…my eyes land on the stack of ball and penis hunching on my pants.
With a groan and a backward shove of my hair, I unzip my pants, cupping my cock out of its restraint.
I shiver at the rumbling sensation of feeling my skin contact together.
Then…I begin to fist it, watching myself through the mirror as I touch and pump myself.
It’s crazy but it’s amazing. As Vera’s in there touching herself, I’m here pumping myself.
A sweet torture.
An amazing feeling.
We both are specifically
made for each other, naughty against
naughty…nothing holds a card to a such feeling.
I keep growling under my breath until a certain pull on my cock makes my moan shoot through the air.
The feeling is crazy. One I can’t ignore.
Vera
“Mmmm…” I moan, feeling it. Loving it.
Everything about him fills my mind.
I touch myself again…and moan.
It’s already two weeks. Two weeks of being away from him.
He just suddenly left me…and went to Sidney. I don’t know what he went there for but being this far away from him is killing me.
We do video sex chat where I report my daily pleasure to him but it’s nothing compared to having him physically, romancing me with words while I moan in bliss.
Nothing beats having him here, watching me finger my pussy while he stands a bit away from me, growling, eyes fixated on me.
It’s amazing….
“ohhh…” I coil into myself as the pleasure dives into a new height, making my legs cripple.
I throw my head back…doing it…
Touching that place he loves dirtying with his fingers.
I feel his presence like he’s here but I know he’s not.
My touch increases the pace until I feel the collective escape of my cum from the insides of my body.
The milky fluid decorates my palm while I shudder, my sex spasming.
This is amazing.
I’m not satisfied but I can make do with this. At that, I increase the running water and crawl under it, letting the water flush my skin clean.
After a while, I duck away from the shower. I step outside the stall and grab my towel from the hanger. I dry my body and apply my night routine skincare products and with my sopping wet hair, I hold the towel loosely around me and the saunter outside.
Before I cross the threshold lying between the room and the bathroom, I pick up the faint growl coming from my bedroom.
Scared, I draw back with a gasp. Then I steal a look a gain.
I’m not mistaken. A man is there. Standing over my mirror, watching himself.
I notice the jerking of his hands and wonder what he’s doing. Spurred by curiosity, I step in and clear my throat.
My hair still dropping water on my shoulders, and I stand tall behind the figure.
I tamp down on my fear or anxiety and then drop. “Who’s there?”
The light in the room is dim so I can’t make out the person.
My throat clogs with a lump quicker than I can handle as the man whirls around, facing me.
It’s him. “Daddy…” I mutter enough for him to hear.
“Kid…” He bites out. Difficulty in every motion he makes.
But when my eyes drop lower and see him cupping his manhood with precum decorating his tips, I understood why he’s sounding breathless.
That instant, I feel a pool between my legs.
“When did you…come back.” I intone, losing my sanity at the sight of that wetness coming out of his tips.
David doesn’t respond. He’s too wounded to do so.
Only one deep, throaty command escape his lips, and my legs motion over in response.
“Come here.” He gestures me over and I do.
Standing before him, he traces his finger through my wet hair, still holding himself.
Then, all too soon, David unwraps my towel, leaving it to form a heap at my ankles.
“Fuck…” He releases a cuss at the sight of me.
To be continued…