"Ames..." Linc whispers into my mouth, his breath is hot and heavy with aftertaste of coffee and the vanilla ice-cream, it is an insanely good heady feeling and I feel tingles travel down to my toes. His hand reaches down to cover my hand on his fly with his huge palm, he shakes his head and his mouth on mine stretches with a smile. I am too hot with lust to find the humour. Out of my senses with pure lust, I feel like an animal on heat."Let's not scandalise Mr. Peter, love." He whispers into my mouth. I take his lower lip and I suck on it like I am starving. He groans into my mouth, his hand goes into my hair, he pulls gently at the base, he kisses me back with as much if not more passion. I go weak in the knees. I melt. "I don't care." I whisper, my voice is raspy, heavy with lust, I almost don't recognise it. I do care about Mr. Peter at the driver's seat knowing what we are doing back here but I am too high on desire right now to care about what the middle aged man would think.
Hands, tongue and lips, I suck him off like my life depended on it. His tight hand in my hair hurts so good, I look up at him from under my lashes, his entire face has been transformed into a pinched intense expression of concentration and pleasure. I smirk. He just stares at me. I think I can literally feel the air sparkle with electricity. Goosebumps appear on my skin, I am soaking wet and pulsing in anticipation for him. We hold eye contact as I dart my tongue out and wrap it around his tip, I watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. I tickle his balls and that is his undoing. Linc comes with such force, I fear I might get bruised but I don't. I swallow all of him and let him hold me steady, painful grip on my hair and all as the wave rushes over him, his eyes are shut tight but his mouth stay open with deep grunts and moans escaping. The kind of pride I feel in this moment can never be rivaled with anything else. I glow with it, beaming up at my beautiful man. ☆☆☆☆☆☆"You.
"Sorry." I smirk. My eyes say something else. He glares at me, his features are clouded with shadows. I reach for him and I pull his face down, kissing him with all the love and lust in my heart. He doesn't respond immediately but he comes around in the next second. Linc pulls back from the kiss and turns me around, within the blink of an eye he is guiding himself inside me again and this time around, he is moving immediately, I gasp at the suddenness of it all. I can barely catch my breath before he is thrusting deep into me, making it hard to see or think or breath. I brace myself and his thrusts come at a pace that is hard to follow. Fast, then slow. Grinding, then stroking. Occasionally, he pulls out to the very tip and then slams back in, the sound of the impact of his hips against my ass is like clapping in the dark. Heady. Erotic. Mind bending stuff. All I can do is grunt because the side of my face is pushed into the wall, this is the roughest we have gone and it only makes
"I am done hiding. Whether Tyler is found or not, I want to go back to normalcy." Amelia says, rending her words with passionate undertone, her eyes glint at me. She can be so passionate and resolute that it rubs off on me. I smile, "my love, I think you are a little late to that party. The normal boat has long sailed." I slip my hand into her hair, massaging deep into the thick root. She likes when I do that.She gives me a small knowing smile. There is no normal for us again. We both know that. It is something we have danced around as a topic of discussion over the past two days. It is clear. I love her like she is the air I need to live day to day. She says she loves me too and I believe her. That much is settled. Every other thing is an afterthought. Something to worry about at a later date. Or better still, something to not even bother with. I don't plan to go tell the world I am dating my stepdaughter, but I also do not intend to put in any effort to hide it anymore. Like she
I guess the opportunity just never came up, but here it is and I am desperate to get to it. I yank his pants down, his hard cock springs free, dark and thick with veins running down the full length. Fuck. I have missed him. I have missed this. How did I ever keep my hands off him these past few days? What was I thinking? I wrap one hand around him, it doesn't go fully around, that is how huge he is. Linc is looking down at me with dilated eyes, his hand cradles my hair gently, I see the veins popping out on his forehead, I like seeing him like this too. Out of control because of his need for me. It is incredibly flattering. I add the second hand, cupping him from the base and massaging him upwards. He rewards me with a deep groan. "Ames..." He breaths. Warning. Completely at my mercy. I smirk as I lean down and press a wet kiss to the side of his cock. He jumps in my grip. His hand in my hair tightens. I take him all in, tongue lapping up the entire hard length. I feel him shiver."
He maneuvers me in the dark so I am facing the wall. It is my turn to brace myself against the cold wall for support. I arch back for him, he guides his hard cock into me, just the tip and I start trembling. I have never known want like this before. It is heady. I could fall apart with how much I need him. What is happening to me? It was just four days ago that we were doing this upstairs in his masters bedroom. "Linc...". I moan shakily. I reach back to hold his hips, I can't tell if I am the one trembling anymore or if it is us both. It probably doesn't matter at this point. My nipples are hard as rocks against the cold wall, it lends to the overall overwhelming sensation. He pushes in more, feeding me inch by inch, his hand on my hip is bruising, a prolonged moan escapes my mouth and he joins me till he is buried deep inside me from behind. He collapses against my back, breathing harshly down my neck. I am doing the same, the side of my face pressed into the smooth wall. "Amel
I don't like thinking about Tyler getting his hands on her because it sours whatever good mood I happen to be in. So I push that bastard to the back of my mind. Hernandez still has no leads about his whereabouts. The police haven't come back, as far as I know, they also don't have anything on his whereabouts. I have not heard from Sheryl since she left here. I am wary about Amelia going out and about when this Tyler case is still such an open dead end, but she is right. She doesn't have to spell it out for me. She can't stay cooped up in my mansion forever. I can't keep her confined in here forever. It is never what I want for Amelia. I always wanted her to soar. Even at my expense, I needed Amelia to fly. "I have three weeks left of the program. I would like to finish it." She says, resting her face in my hand. She is so soft. I caress her warm skin gently, afraid I might bruise her just by this light touch. I don't say anything, I just nod. My heart is thumping at a rate that co
"What do you want, Amelia? All you have to do is tell me. I will follow your wish. You have the power here. I want you to never forget that. You are young. You have so much potential. You have yet to see the world how you should. How I want you to. I want everything good for you. All the best the world can offer. I never want to be in any position where I hold you back for any reason whatsoever. It is never what I want for you. So tell me, Amelia, what do you want this to mean for us? I am an old guy, I will be fine." Linc gives me a smile and I have never seen anyone smile look so melancholic. It tugs at my heart and the tears starts flowing down my cheeks. I wipe them off, irritated. But still, they pour. Linc wipes them off with his thumbs. I am not sobbing because I am sad, I am just overwhelmed with my intense unwavering love for this man. Being in love with Linc and living with him all alone in his mansion, cut off from the outside world and just being immersed in the gentili
The door swings open and Ashley walks in, she comes straight to where I am perched in the middle of the room in my expensive wedding dress that costs seven figures, designed by a top rated designer to flatter my body and make me look unreal. It was unspoken but also to make my tiny pregnant bulge not very visible. And it is perfect. I feel like a fairy in the low V-neck, long sleeved, ankle length gown made with sheer lace, embroidered with real diamonds along my silhouette. I feel pretty. "Are you okay?" She asks.I shake my head. I am far from okay. My life is a fairytale and I can't seem to snap to reality. We are having the wedding in a quaint countryside ranch in the south of France, magical and ethereal. How can I be okay? It is a small wedding. When I say small, I mean it is just Linc and I, Ashley and Dylan, Chris who is Linc's best friend who I am just meeting who happens to be a very jovial man with a wicked sense of humour, his girlfriend, a french model whose name was so
I am alone in the bed. But Linc's scent lingers in the pillows, sheets, my senses. His side of the bed is warm. I can tell he just left. But to where? It is still Sunday right? I look around for my phone, it is six p.m in the evening of the same day so he didn't go to work. My bladder pushes all the other thoughts from my head as I make to get up and go pee. After peeing, I look at myself in the mirror and I find that I can't quite recognise the woman looking back at me. Sensual and free. My eyes are glazed and it is not because of sleep. Wild and sated. My hair is a tousled mess atop my head, hanging loosely down to frame my breasts. Linc had left me multiple hickeys. On my neck, clavicle, shoulder, breasts, everywhere I look, he is there, he has claimed me in ways that I could never detach from. It is not our first time but something about the selfless way he pleasured my body till I came, felt different, new and exhilarating. I need him to come back from wherever he went to immed
I skip over her waiting flesh, the clean trim of her pussy, the little triangle of golden hair, I kiss her inner thighs, raising them up for easy access to the feast I am about to have. Amelia quakes in my arms, I can't help the cocky smirk that comes on my face. We are only just getting started, my love. I give her a little bite around her smooth bikini line and she shivers, the sound of her breathing is audible. Quicker. Shallower. I am positioned in between her thighs and I look up, holding her eyes. "Look at me, my love. I want you to watch me as I worship you." I say, my voice is raspy and endlessly choked full with emotions that overwhelm me. Her scent is in my head, clouding my senses, holding me captive, I am hers, forever. "Linc." She only breathes in response. Waiting. Hunger. Writhing. Arching. Pleading. Wanting. I lean down and run the pointed tip of my tongue through her slick pussy folds, maintaining eye contact, enjoying the rapturous look of pleasure stretching her
Linc Dmitri POV::I kiss her like she was life itself. She is my life. She is my everything. She just made me sob like a child with the heartwrenching news that she was pregnant. Never have I ever been that overwhelmed. Completely caught off guard. I am going to be a father at forty four. Amelia, my girl, my precious little love, she is going to make me a father. It is hardly believable, I can't seem to fully come to terms with it. When I turned forty, I kind of stopped bothering about the whole heir thing. I figured I would just pass down most of my wealth to charity and the other half to her, even if she wasn't in my life anymore. I reviewed my will a few months ago, before I even called her to come back to New York, I reviewed my will and made her the part beneficiary of my entire wealth. That was the extent of my loyal affection for her. I was never going to let her struggle for anything. And then she returned and we gave in to this beautiful fire that was our relationship and I
"What?" "What?" Linc's voice overshadows Ashley's. I look away from the intensity of his eyes burning into me. My heart is beating hard and fast. I am not scared or worried, I am a lot of things. A lot of bubbling emotions and I start crying again. It is definitely the hormones. The test I did didn't say how far along I was, just that I was pregnant. Positive. "When did you find out?" Linc is in front of me. Hovering above me. He is all I see through my tears, he places his hands on my cheek gently, softly, like I was a feather he could blow away easily, like I was fragile and he was scared of hurting me, I am crying too hard to talk and he just quietly swipes away the tears, cradling my face with so much affection, the tears would not stop falling. "Yesterday night." I manage to say through my tears. He pulls me close and I get lost inside him. His huge hard body engulfs mine and I look at Ashley, her face is wet again and she is trying to wipe her face clean, she pats down my ha
"I knew her through Trent. We paid her a condolences visit and help her out with little things occasionally." Ashley says and I realise that I asked her the question out loud. She is telling me her connection with Sheryl and it only makes the sense of dread tighten in the coil of my empty belly. "I pay her a visit every Thursday to check in on how she was doing. When I got there this week, she was drunk and started sobbing uncontrollably about revenge and all sorts of things I couldn't follow till she brought out the phone and showed me the video. She said she was going to share it since, but hadn't found the courage to. She was an emotional grieving mess. It was sad to watch. I stayed with her till she fell asleep and I took the phone and deleted it from the cloud it was saved on. When she wakes up and finds it gone, she might believe she did it herself when she was drunk or whatever. I went to your place that night but you weren't around. I expected to see you in class the next day
Amelia POV::I hear the knock at the door but I don't move. I don't know when I slept off last night, and when I open my eyes to see that it is morning, I couldn't believe it. Yet, I did not move even then, not even to go pee or brush my mouth. And now with that persistent knocking, I remain inert. I didn't order anything and I am not expecting anyone so maybe it is a neighbour's guest at the wrong door. I am not bothered to go check it out. They would leave when they figure it out. My entire world is spinning and I can't seem to get a grip. A thousand thoughts rush through my mind and none is comforting. I am hot and cold at the same time and I am hungry but incredibly nauseous and sensitive to the faintest smell. I couldn't keep anything down if I tried. I sit up suddenly, alarmed by the unmistakable click of the door and then it is open and I hear that familiar voice, that silky smooth baritone that makes my insides melt and feel like mush. Linc. A weak smile plays on my lips in s
"Mr. Dmitri, are you there?" Mr. Hageman's voice comes on again, polite and persistent. Sometimes, I forget about the man's existence in the house with me. But I feel his presence in how pristine he keeps the mansion. It is not an easy job to do, but he manages it all perfectly. His bookkeeping is honest and professional, I have had him for close to ten years now and I have never had any issues with his work. I send birthday and holiday cards to his wife and kids through my assistants every year. "Yes. Send her in. I will be down in thirty minutes." I reply, getting up. I didn't plan to get out of bed today but here comes Ashley of all people, to drag me out of it. I am very curious about her visit but not enough that I would clean up before meeting her. Amelia told me she doesn't have the best opinions of me and that makes her visit all the more suspicious. Is she here for Amelia? I thought they fell out with eachother. I take a quick cold shower, put on clean casual clothes and
Linc Dmitri POV::I stretch my arms out and I come up empty. Air. Nothing. She is not here. I open my eyes and glare at the sunlight splashing on my face. It is Sunday morning and I am in a foul mood. Just yesterday, I woke up in the best mood, with her soft body in my bed after a long night of ravaging her body to my soul's satisfaction. I woke up to her warm body snuggling into me and I couldn't resist fucking her again. And now, she is not here anymore. I can't wrap my head around anything. I swing my arm up to cover my eyes. I can't stand the brightness of the morning, it feels like the universe is taunting me. How can time be moving on when my world is unstable?Did she break up with me? Are we broken up? I am forty four and I can't tell. But I do know one thing. The ugly ache stuck in my chest. Her words hurt me and I was too numb to act when she finally said she had to leave because she needed space. I just watched her. And she left. It took me hours of stunned hurtful silence