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The Unsettled Series Book 2

Niccolite Slater

Chapter 4

HIM

Her body is a temple, and the only thing I can do is worship it as she sinks onto my cock in the bath water. The glide makes it feel like heaven as my head dips forward against her chest.

I know she’s tired, the flush to her beautifully tanned skin only driving me up the wall. If her father finds out, I’m going to be dead.

I know he will and I know my life is going to be over tonight but fuck, I can’t stay away from this poisonous flower.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rides me, whimpering and moaning as she takes what she needs. My hands run up and down her torso as I guide her movements, trying to hold on until I feel the familiar sensation of her pussy clamping down around me.

She feels like sweet, sweet heaven and if I had my head on straight, I’d feel bad about the fact that I’m nearly twice her age.

No wonder her father never let us in the house. I’ve only seen his wife once, but his daughter? And when I found out she was only twenty-six, I died a little but my cock didn’t get the message.

I’m kind of glad it didn’t.

She leans in for a kiss and who am I to deny that, loving the way her breasts drag along my chest. Her movements stutter as her lips part, the way she does just before she orgasms.

She looks like a fucking goddess on my lap, and I wish I had longer than tonight to enjoy her sweet cunt.

She moans against me as her pussy grips my cock, coating it with her sweet nectar, and I thrust upward, filling her with my seed. She collapses against my chest, and I’m content just to hold her in the heat of the bathtub.

She’s falling asleep; I can tell by the evenness of her soft breaths against my skin, and as much as I want her to rest, we’re running out of time.

There are many reasons her father doesn’t want me anywhere near the house – but only one that involves his daughter. For one thing, he still owes me for the damn house, a debt he’s been paying off for the past twenty years.

I promised not to get involved with his family if he kept up his payments. To say that holding his daughter in my arms is a little bit of revenge is putting it nicely.

But it’s also because there’s another woman in my life and we don’t get along. We never have. We shout and scream. The police have been called several times, and strangely enough, I’m the one putting in the reports. Not her.

I can’t blame the sweet goddess’s father for not wanting me and my chaos to be anywhere near here.

It’s too late to back out now, though. I can’t step away from this temptation.

My eyes shift to the clock. It’s nearly five p.m. Her parents will be home soon, readying for a dinner get-together.

I’ll have to say goodbye. She’s not going to take it well, what happens next, but her father can’t find me here in his house without his permission.

I slowly shift her off my cock, hating the loss of her warmth. She groans as I resituate her in my arms and climb out of the bath.

Her hooded eyes draw me in again until I’ve sat her on the edge of the sink and I’m kissing her pretty lips, bruised from the nips and tugs I’ve gifted her over the last few hours. I grab a towel and dry her off, loving the way her lips attach to my neck, and begin to suck.

If she keeps doing that, I’m going to fuck her against the wall, but we haven’t talked about me fucking her while she’s sleeping. We don’t have time for all the fun, kinky things I want to do to her.

I wish we did.

“Hey, sweetheart. It’s time for me to go.” She shakes her head, and I can’t help but chuckle at the perfect pout on her lips. It makes me want to suck it. “Your parents are going to be home soon, and I can’t be here.”

I know she understands me by the way her body deflates and I hate the sad look in her eyes but watching me die in the kitchen is not a scene I want to offer her.

I press my lips to her forehead and then carry her to the bedroom she points out and tuck her under the covers.

I hope when she wakes that she’ll remember this beautiful dream of the moments we shared. I hope she’ll keep that in mind when she wanders down the stairs later and only thinks of the ecstasy and nothing else.

I never wanted to ruin her world, but fuck, I might have done worse than that.

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