The Unsettled Series Book 2

HER

“Focus, sweetheart,” he breathes against my neck as he swipes my hair up into a ponytail held tight by his grip, the other hand slowly dragging my skirt up over my ass. I whimper, trying to scrub the plate in front of me, but the heat he’s generating behind me is making it really difficult. He wants to play a game, a task for a reward, a give-and-take. I’m just so fucking happy to have his hands on me that I engage in his foolishness, but if I’m honest with myself, I love it.

We’ve been at this erotic situation for an hour, and he hasn’t let up. He ate me out until I thought I was going to pass out and then sat me on his cock and told me to work for my next orgasm. I thought I was going to see god, the way his cock split me in two every time I sunk down on it. Well, I’ll be going to hell after doing that shit in my parents’ house, but every second is worth it.

Including this whack-ass moment where he wants to play games.

He presses himself against my backside, the sponge slipping into the soapy water. His cock is nudging at my bare ass cheeks, and the only thing I’m focusing on is how he’s going to feel inside of me. He chuckles at my loss of control, yanking me back toward him by my hair. I gasp, my pussy throbbing for relief.

“If you can’t do your chores, you don’t get the reward,” he purrs in my ear.

This is so fucking dirty, the way he’s holding me against the sink, still in that summer dress.

I’ve never looked at older men before, but fuck, the chiseled silver fox standing behind me who is very, very naked is definitely on my list of ‘I would absolutely tap that’.

He stuffs his cock between my thighs, dragging it through my pussy lips. I shake, needing more than that but knowing if I don’t complete my end of the bargain, he’s not going to give me the relief I so desperately crave. I should have never agreed to the game.

Dipping my hands back into the sink, I grab the plate and sponge again, unable to hold back my moan when he pulls my hips away from the counter and thrusts right into my sex. “Jesus!”

He chuckles, pumping in and out of me as I wash the plate, trying not to clink the porcelain against the metal lining. If Mom and Dad come back to broken dishes, I’m not sure how I’ll explain that away—especially since they have no idea ’bout this weird tryst between me and Dad’s best friend. Not that I’m going to say anything.

His fingers dig into my waist as he picks up his pace, my tits beating against the edge of the counter, the weird pain heightening my pleasure until I can’t do anything but hold on as he pleasures me. He’s too far gone to keep up with the game—thank god—his hand reaching around to massage my clit until I’m screaming through an orgasm and he explodes in my pussy.

I fall completely forward against the sink, my elbows falling into the dishwater. I’m spent—this man has the stamina of a horse. We’ve been at it for an hour, this the most adventurous spot in the house we’ve chosen yet and I can’t even begin to think that he’s ready for another round.

He pulls out of me, and I turn around, my entire front soaked. His gaze dips to my chest, a wide smile spreading across his lips. This wasn’t on my list of things to do on a Saturday evening but I’m not fucking complaining. He steps up to me, sliding his hand behind my neck, and drags me close for a kiss.

I drink him in, melting against his chest.

He’s not like the boys at college.

He’s firm and direct and knows exactly what he wants, which is so much better than the pubescent testosterone running around on campus. And his fucking hands are magic, thick and strong.

He’s getting hard again, but I need a fucking moment. I thought I was going to be the one giving him a run for his money.

“We don’t have much time, sweetheart.”

He keeps saying that and I assume it’s because he’s keeping an eye on the clock for when my parents get home. It’s a little weird he’s that much in tune with it as if we’re doing something wrong. I mean, is it taboo? Sure. But wrong? Well…maybe we shouldn’t have had sex against the sink.

I giggle, the man taking the opportunity to lick the inside of my mouth as I cling to him. His muscles shift beneath my fingers as I try to drag myself away for a breath of fresh air.

“Come, let’s take a bath and then have you come on my cock a few more times.”

His words have never been so sweet.