Chapter 58
Her cheeks flushed again, but this time she was smiling. “Thank you.” She smiled again and then snuggled in against his chest, his cock still hard against her hip. “That was really fun.”
“Yeah,” he whispered back, hugging her tighter. “It was.” And it was.
She made everything fun.
Ethan closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of her shampoo as she rested her head against his shoulder. It wasn’t a bad way to spend the afternoon.
In fact, it was fucking perfect. The best way he could ever imagine.
His cock was still hard as fuck, but he didn’t mind. Not as long as he had Lena in his arms.
He could be content like this forever.
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She woke up in a different bed, but her body was still warm and relaxed from the night before. It had been the best sex of her life. By a lot. She wasn’t sure how many times they’d done it. She’d lost count by the third time, and they’d gone a lot longer than that.
And it was more than just the sex. It was the way he’d looked at her. Like she was something special.
She liked that.
She liked him.
But now, in the morning, it felt like everything had changed. They’d done a lot of things together. They’d…
She stopped thinking about it right there, instead looking around to take in her surroundings. She’d never been in this room before. The bed and dresser were white oak. There was a little desk in the corner with a lamp on top. The rug was blue. It was nice, but she would have rather woken up in Ethan’s arms.
Lena got out of the bed and made it quickly, feeling a little sore between her thighs. She hadn’t thought that she would be able to walk properly this morning. She took her bag into the bathroom, hoping she’d be able to clean herself up enough to be presentable. She’d definitely be limping today.
“Hey,” Mia said brightly when Lena came into the kitchen to eat breakfast. “I didn’t know you were coming over until I saw your car this morning. When did you arrive?” Mia asked innocently, she had no idea Lena had been here since last night.
“Yeah, sorry.” She smiled and sat at the kitchen table. “It was kind of last minute.”
Mia raised an eyebrow, but thankfully didn’t push her for more information. “Well, good. I was hoping we could hang out today. Maybe go shopping?”
“That sounds good.”
Ethan came into the kitchen then, his hair wet from the shower. Lena felt herself shiver and tried to hide it.
“Hey, Dad.” Mia smiled at him.
“Good morning,” Ethan said, leaning down to kiss the top of Mia’s head.
Lena turned to look back at her plate, trying to pretend like she wasn’t watching Ethan walk by.
But it wasn’t any use. She had to look at him. He’d spent hours touching her, fucking her, licking her. And now he was just walking around like nothing had happened?
He walked over to pour himself a cup of coffee and she caught his eye. He smirked and she felt herself flush.
She turned back around and forced herself to keep eating. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to sit next to him at the table.
“Okay,” Mia said, looking between them. “So I was thinking-”
Lena was cut off by Ethan’s hand on her back as he walked by and sat down in the chair next to her. She jumped at the touch and then blushed when she looked over and saw Mia staring at her.
“What?” Mia asked, tilting her head. “You look flushed.”
“I’m fine,” she said quickly. “I was just thinking about last night.”
“Ah,” Mia said knowingly. “I know what you mean.”
Ethan snorted and then took a sip of his coffee. Lena felt another touch on her thigh and then his hand slipped higher under her skirt to her underwear. She felt a rush of wetness and bit her lip, trying not to jump again.
She looked at Mia, hoping she wouldn’t look over and see Ethan’s hand up her skirt. “Yeah,” Mia said, sipping her tea. “We should definitely go shopping today. I need something new.”
Lena nodded, trying not to moan when she felt Ethan’s finger on her clit. He circled it slowly and then slid his finger inside her. She felt another rush of arousal and closed her eyes, biting her lip as his hand moved in and out of her.
“Dad, are you coming with us?” Mia asked.
Lena almost whimpered as he fucked his finger into her harder. She felt like she was going to cum right there in the middle of the kitchen.
“No,” Ethan said gruffly. “I’ll stay home.”
Lena felt another wave of heat as Ethan added another finger inside her, his thumb rubbing over her clit as he did. She gasped and then coughed to cover it up.
“You okay?” Mia asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Fine.” She coughed again. “Just my throat.” She reached for her water glass and took a long sip.
Ethan smirked as he played with her and she glared back at him. He just kept fucking her with his fingers while she tried not to move too much, not to make a sound. It was hard, but she didn’t want to do anything to tip off Mia.
And she definitely didn’t want Ethan to stop touching her. Not yet.
He was making her feel like he had the night before, like she was something special, someone who needed to be taken care of. It felt like he would do anything to make her feel good.
She shivered again and he smirked back at her, his fingers moving even faster as he fucked her harder with his hand.
“Okay, well we should go,” Mia finally said, standing up. “Do you have your wallet, Len?”
“Um.” She squirmed against his hand and he pressed his finger even harder against her clit. She moaned and then covered it up with another cough. “Um.” She had to stop. He had to stop doing this or she was going to lose it and cum in front of Mia. She pushed at his wrist and he slowly pulled his fingers from her body. Her panties were soaked and she squirmed in her chair, trying to relieve some of the pressure there. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered to Mia. “I think I left my wallet upstairs.”
“Okay.” Mia nodded. “I’ll go start the car.” She looked between them, her expression a little confused.
Lena just smiled and stood up, hurrying into the hallway without looking back.
She felt Ethan’s hand on hers as he followed her. “Let’s go have a little more fun,” he whispered as they stepped into his office and he locked the door behind them. “This time I want to see you cum in your underwear.” He smirked as he ran his thumb over her pussy through the fabric of her panties, making her gasp with pleasure.
She was definitely okay with that. In fact, she couldn’t wait. He was making her feel too good. And she wasn’t sure if this was a one-time thing or not, so she was going to take advantage of whatever time they had. She knew she’d never get to have him again in the future. He was the best she’d ever had, the best she ever would have, and he was her best friend’s father.
But she wanted this.
She wanted it more than anything else. And if that made her selfish and slutty, then she didn’t care. She wanted Ethan for as long as she could have him. She wanted to be his dirty little secret, his plaything for as long as he needed. She’d do anything for him, anything he asked of her, if he just kept fucking her like this.
It was all that mattered.
It was all she wanted.
“I want that,” she whispered back. “Please.”
Ethan groaned and then leaned down to kiss her. She melted into his arms, feeling her pussy start to soak again as his tongue moved over hers. They kissed for a long moment and then he lifted her up onto the desk.
“You said you wanted that,” he growled. “Let me see you.”
She nodded and he tugged her skirt up to her hips, pulling her panties to the side. He licked his finger and then pressed it against her clit. “You want that?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
She started to rub herself against him and he groaned. “Oh fuck.” He watched as she played with herself. “Do that again.”
She did as he asked and he groaned again.
“You like it when I rub my pussy for you?” she whispered.
“Yeah.” He leaned forward, licking over her mouth. “You look so good when you touch yourself. You look so fucking good.” He bit her lower lip gently. “Show me how you like it.”
She nodded and rubbed herself harder, rubbing her finger over her clit. She heard him groan softly as she did it and then felt him reach down to pull his cock out of his pants.
“You want me to fuck you, Len?” he rasped. He was already stroking himself.
She nodded and he pulled her off the desk and spun her around, bending her forward over the surface. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and then pulled her panties down to her knees. “I like your panties,” he said, running his fingers over her pussy. “They’re wet for me.”