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“Flynn…” she whispers, but I can tell she’s at my mercy She wants this so badly I can see it in her eyes I hook s, revealing her to rowl in anticipation I want to taste her I want to make her mine

“Don’t fight it, Lexi,” I tell her “If we never do this…you knoe’ll regret this Do you want me?”

“Yes,” she gasps asher tres still in their position on my shoulders

“Then let ,” I asps as I slowly runher arousal on in to work up a rhyth, desperate for a piece of the action, but right noant to focus on her I want to ood I want her to call outjust to hear her say ue and she ainst my face involuntarily She’s barely in control of herself, and I like it It’s good seeing her finally let go with et ht

I withdraw froue with h that it’s easy for ently asps as I crawl on top of her, still pleasuring her between her legs as I kiss her Her breath is warm on ainst my chest Her eyes flicker open and we keep eye contact as she lets out tiny gasps with every thrust of ers

I see the moment when she cliasp, bucking against roan happily, feeling her wetness coating ers She leans up to kiss ers inside her I don’t plan to stop at her orgasht if I have to And at the end, I’ll finally let myself have my release

Or at least, that’sposition, I hear so that worries me

So this way

Lexi

I’ve just experienced true ave ain…except now I can hear so this way, and it can only be one person

My father

I’ as I pull my robe back over my naked body He can’t see us like this This is exactly what I was afraid of when I allowed Flynn into ive us

I glance at Flynn in panic, but he sees and winks atinside When the door is shut, it seems like there’s no evidence he was ever here But his s to the things he did to me

I can barely believe what just happened But I don’t have tiht now I can tell fro towardthe cool sheets to shock my system It’s almost the equivalent of a cold shower, but it doesn’t prevent the incessant throbbing betweento leave off where we did

I hear a knock on the door, but my father doesn’t wait for me to respond before he opens the door He stuoofy smile on his face

“It’s way past your bedti at his own joke “What are you doing up so late?”

“I guess I couldn’t sleep,” I say softly, glancing nervously at the closet It feels like a ht now, and I desperately want for hiets sentimental when he’s drunk He probably wants some reassurance before he leaves