DESPERATE DESIRES

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 CONTENTS

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5

CALINDA’S AWAKENING
Chapter 1

ABOUT

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Reader warning: This book is the smut your mother warned you about.
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 CHAPTER ONE

LILY
The dance studio may have been cool, but Lily Rutherford was
sweating.
“Again,” demanded Tyler, her coach. “You’re not getting enough height
in that straddle jump.”
He stood with his hands on his lean hips, watching through the wall
mirrors as Lily tried to catch her breath. They’d been going over her lyrical
routine for the last three hours, and she was exhausted.
Not that she dare show it. Tyler was exacting, and Lily couldn’t stand to
disappoint him. Besides, he was right. Her energy was waning and she
could do better.
Closing her eyes, she breathed deep, focusing on the sequence of steps
she needed to perfect. It was less than a month until her audition for the
Paris dance school, and Lily’s chest constricted just a little tighter as the day
drew closer. The choreography was ambitious, but showcased her technical
perfection. If she could just bring a deeper level of emotion to the dance…
Her brow furrowed as she opened her eyes; she could swear someone
was watching her. Someone other than Tyler. But they were the only two
left this late in the evening. Shaking off the prickle of awareness, she
nodded to Tyler, who cued her music.
As the haunting opening strains came over the speakers, Lily centered
herself, sweeping out her arm in a flowing gesture and gliding immediately
into a series of pirouettes.
 She danced the routine flawlessly, holding her final pose as the last
notes faded. So caught up in the moment, she was startled when a slow clap
rang through the studio. Releasing her position, Lily looked over at the
imposing man leaning languidly on the doorframe as he brought his hands
together in applause.
Her heart rate picked up.
“Mr Astor-du Pont?” What was he doing here?
“Who are you?” Tyler said sharply, stalking to the door.
Tyler wasn’t a small man by any means, but he had nothing on the
height and bulk of Conor Astor-du Pont.
“I’m Lily’s legal guardian.” Conor crossed his arms over his powerful
chest. “And you’re the man who’s kept her forty minutes late.”
Scowling, Lily grabbed her water bottle and dance bag. That was a total
exaggeration. She had to live with the Astor-du Pont’s while her parents
were in Dubai for six months, but he wasn’t her guardian. And they’d gone
over by half an hour, max.
“Where’s Pete?” she asked.
“Pete?” Conor raised an eyebrow at her, and she swallowed. Fuck, he
was gorgeous.
“Uh, your driver?”
Typical that he wouldn’t know the man’s name. The Astor-du Ponts
were even wealthier than her own family, and that was saying something.
“Busy with Olivia and your brothers, apparently.” Conor shifted,
obviously impatient to get going. “Are you ready?”
“I could have caught an Uber.” She walked to stand beside Tyler,
beyond uncomfortable with this whole situation.
It was bad enough she had the hots for a married man the same age as
her father; the dance studio was her ground, and him showing up was
unnerving. With his sharply-cut bespoke suit, Conor should have looked out
of place next to Tyler in his low-slung sweatpants and hoodie.
But he didn’t.
Lily suspected that with the formidable energy he projected like a force
field, Conor Astor-du Pont would dominate any situation.
“Thanks, Tyler. See you tomorrow,” she murmured, furrowing her brow
at her coach’s pissy look. What was his problem?
“Don’t be late,” Tyler said.
 She was never late. But she swallowed her retort when he patted her ass
as she stepped away from him. What the hell was that?
Conor was already striding through the foyer to the exit, and Lily had to
jog to catch up with him.
“I don’t like him,” Conor said as he held the door open for her.
“Who? Tyler?” Lily shook her head as she walked ahead. “Too bad.
He’s the best dance instructor in the city, and the godson of the director of
the French dance school I’m trying to get into.”
“Too bad?” The deep gravel of Conor’s baritone skated down Lily’s
spine, causing her nipples to peak beneath the leotard she was wearing.
Thankfully, the streetlights didn’t illuminate this far into the carpark.
As she reached out to open the passenger door of his Bugatti, his
muscled arm shot out, bracing against the vehicle and caging her against it.
Gasping, Lily pressed herself back, all-too aware of the man bearing
down on her.
“What is your problem?” she snapped, hoping her attitude would deflect
any attention from her obvious arousal.
“You’re such a brat.” He huffed humorlessly. “I’d put Olivia over my
knee if she spoke to me like that.”
“Lucky you’re not my daddy, then.”
The flash in his eyes should have made Lily afraid. No one goaded
Conor Astor-du Pont and got away with it.
Blood thrummed low in her pussy, and she clenched her thighs together.
The only thing she was afraid of was him discovering this secret crush.
“Don’t push me, little one,” he warned, the hand leaning against the car
clenching into a fist beside her head. He looked dangerous–menacing–cast
in shadow as he loomed over her, and the fizz of adrenalin coursing through
Lily demanded she give into her fight-or-flight instinct.
Too bad it wasn’t fight, flight or fuck.
She licked her dry lips, obsessed with the way his eyes tracked her
movement.
“Get in the car,” he said gruffly, pulling away from her.
She blinked, immediately missing his proximity. But he was rounding
the back of the vehicle for the driver’s side before she could process his
words. Did that actually happen the way she thought it had, or was her over-
active imagination reading way too much into the situation?
 Because she could have sworn Conor Astor-du Pont was just as turned
on as she was.

CONOR
This was madness. Conor wasn’t accustomed to feeling out of control,
but, as Lily buckled up in the seat beside him, he was very close to losing it.
His jaw ticked.
He started the car, and even the powerful purr of the engine didn’t bring
its usual calm. As he pulled into the city traffic, he tried to ignore Lily. An
impossible task, because the sweet scent of her sweat permeated the space
between them, and in his periphery he could see her puckered nipples. Was
that from the cold, or something else?
The intense awareness between them was insane; she was the same age
as his daughter.
Where had this sudden desire come from? He’s known her since she
was a child, and she’d never inspired any interest. It was only to appease his
wife, Victoria, that he’d agreed to take on the Rutherford kids while their
parents were away. Fuck knows, he didn’t like the idea of Olivia’s
boyfriend sleeping just down the hall from her.
Victoria. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. Neither he nor his
wife had ever stayed true to their wedding vows. But he, at least, was
discrete about his extramarital affairs.
Conor could suffer a loveless marriage, but he refused to be made a
fool. His lawyer was already drafting the divorce papers.
Lily shifted in her seat, raising one shapely leg to rest against the dash.
Seriously? Did the little brat know what this car was worth?
“Take your foot down,” he demanded, keeping his eyes on the road even
as her supple skin begged to distract him.
“I’m stretching,” she protested, raising her hands above her head to
prove her point.
All she proved was that she would benefit from a spanking.
“Lily. Remove your foot, now,” he growled, bringing the car to a stop at
a red traffic light.
 He turned in his seat to face her, not missing the hitch in her breath. But
she stared back at him defiantly, those plush lips of hers slightly parted and
fuck if he didn’t want to shove his cock between them and force himself
down her throat.
“Or what?”
He growled, hardly believing she was game enough to push back. This
little show of taunting him deserved a reaction, and Lord knew she wasn’t
getting any parental discipline from her own absent parents.
It made sense she’d have daddy issues… and if that’s what she needed,
he could be her daddy. The first thing he’d do would be to put her over his
knee and turn her ass red.
“Don’t make me ask twice, little one,” he warned, ignoring the traffic
light as it switched from red to green. The car behind him beeped its horn
and, without taking his eyes off Lily, he wound down his window and gave
them the bird. When the car beeped again–longer this time–he sighed.
Reaching beneath his seat, he pulled out his Ed Brown 1911 signature
edition handgun, the engraved metalwork of the weapon flashing under the
streetlight.
Lily’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say a word. The offending car
revved its engine and then pulled alongside them, the driver gesturing
wildly at Conor. The passenger and driver both quietened instantly when
Conor casually tapped the barrel of the gun against his steering wheel, his
head cocked in their direction.
The car sped off in a squeal of rubber.
Conor didn’t remove his foot from the brake. How far was Lily going to
push this, and how far was he willing to take it? He had few morals and
cared little for society’s rules, so what was stopping him?
Certainly not the fact she was twenty years his junior. Just the thought
of her young, tight cunt had him salivating.
He had zero respect for Aaron, Lily’s father. In fact, it gave him a thrill
of satisfaction to think about fucking the man’s daughter; his balls
tightening at the thought of taking a photo of Lily’s mouth crammed with
his cock, and sending it to him.
He raised an eyebrow at Lily, smirking when she silently lowered her
foot.
“Good girl.”
Her cheeks flushed at the praise, and Conor’s smirk deepened.
Game on, little one.

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 CHAPTER TWO

LILY
Lily practically ran into the Astor-du Pont mansion after Conor parked
in the state-of-the-art garage. She needed distance from that man, and
quick.
“Oh, gross!” She stopped in her tracks in the kitchen, face screwed up.
Her brother Mason was sucking face with Olivia, while very obviously
finger fucking her. Mason looked up–a shit-eating grin on his face–and Lily
realized it wasn’t Mason at all, but Logan.
Damn identical twins, always confusing people. She wondered if Olivia
knew the brother who was knuckle-deep in her pussy wasn’t her boyfriend.
“Heads up that Daddy is on his way in,” she told Logan, tipping her
head in the direction she’d come. “And thanks for monopolizing Pete
tonight.”
“Who’s Pete?” Logan shot her a look as he pulled away from Olivia.
She rolled her eyes. Fucking entitled men, not knowing the names of the
employees.
“Who’s Pete?” Mason echoed, entering the kitchen and immediately
pulling Olivia into his arms. She went willingly, with Logan’s hand still
kneading her ass.
Huh. Guess that answered that question.
“Forget it,” she huffed, pushing past them and heading upstairs. She was
starving, but she’d shower first and hope the kitchen was empty when she
came back downstairs. Being around Conor was fucking with her head, and
she didn’t want to witness whatever fucked up threesome her brothers were
involved in. Thank you very much.
Not only was it disgusting to think about her siblings having sex, it also
reminded her of how little sex she was getting herself. Or, to be more
precise, the zero sex she was having.
Like, ever.
She was the oldest virgin she knew, which actually wasn’t saying much,
considering how slutty the girls were at Vanguard Prep. Still. That
knowledge didn’t help when she kept wearing out the batteries on her
vibrator.
Had she imagined the intent radiating from Conor earlier, or was he
actually interested in her? The taboo associated with that thought lit her up
inside, causing her heart to race. Because, god help her, she wanted him.
She’d shower, and then eat, and then masturbate.
And then be hopefully too tired to have erotic dreams about Mr Astor-
du Pont.

LILY HADN’T BEEN ASLEEP LONG when she came awake with a start,
knowing instinctively she wasn’t alone in her bedroom. Her charging cell
phone provided the only illumination, and she held her breath as she
searched the shadows.
When Conor stepped forward, she was certain she was dreaming.
Lying on her stomach with her cheek to the pillow, she watched as he
moved closer–a predator stalking his prey. The air was charged between
them and she blinked.
This wasn’t a dream.
“Do you want me to be your daddy, little one?” His voice was soft,
authoritative, and she nodded at him unquestioningly. She’d been testing
him when she’d referred to him as daddy before, not really understanding
the waters she was wading into.
But now she was ready to drown.
“I need words, Lily. Tell me you want me. But you need to know I’m
going to do dirty, filthy things to you.” His promise shot straight to her
pussy, and she shifted her legs beneath the covers restlessly.
 “Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His answering growl reverberated through her and she shivered,
anticipation blooming in her chest. What had she just agreed to? And where
the hell was his wife? Actually, scratch that. She didn’t care where Victoria
was, so long as Conor was right here.
“Don’t move,” he instructed, coming to stand beside the bed. “You’re
my fuck toy, my little doll, and I want you to lie there, nice and still.”
She wanted to squirm at his words, rub her thighs together to get some
kind of relief from the inferno that was threatening to tear her wide open.
Instead, she forced herself immobile as he lifted the sheet covering her
body, pulling it back to reveal the pink satin slip nightie that had ridden up
her torso to expose her matching panties.
“Such a pretty little doll.”
Goosebumps spread over her skin as he ran a hand up the back of her
thigh, his fingertips rough and calloused. “Lift your hips for Daddy so I can
take off these panties.”
She shifted obediently, revelling in the slow glide down her legs as he
removed them. Cold air hit her bared ass, and she startled when he slid onto
the bed behind her, his powerful thighs bracketing her and his hands pulling
her ass cheeks apart.
“Look at this pretty pussy, already dripping for Daddy.”
Heat flooded her cheeks, and she buried her face in the pillow. She was
mortified at how wet she was between her legs, and indignant that he’d
been crass enough to mention it.
“Don’t be embarrassed, little one,” he said, correctly interpreting her
sudden stiffness. “I love how juicy you are for me.” To emphasize his point,
he cupped her pussy, squeezing.
She moaned, arching her back to push into his touch.
“Such a greedy little one,” he chastised, inserting one finger between
her slick folds and then a second, scissoring them inside her tight cunt.
“Greedy girls get fucked hard. Are you ready for that, little fuck doll?”
Lily was so ready, she was willing to beg for it. Her pussy clamped
around his fingers, and he chuckled darkly, removing his hand and
unbuckling his belt. When she lifted onto her elbows to see what he was
doing, he pressed against her lower back. “Little dolls don’t move.”
Closing her eyes, she dragged air into her lungs as he lowered himself
over her. He smelled of tobacco and sandalwood, his body welcome but
heavier than she’d imagined.
With deft movements, he had the blunt head of his cock positioned at
her entrance, and she wished she’d had the chance to see his dick. She’d
never seen one in real life.
There was no warning, just a powerful thrust and the full length of him
impaled her. She yelped–he was so much bigger than her vibrator.
“That’s a good girl,” he whispered against the side of her face. “Now be
quiet, so no one hears you.”
He curled his forearm around and pressed it against her mouth, his
length and weight effectively trapping her against the mattress, unable to
move.
She wasn’t in pain, exactly, but it didn’t feel as good as she’d imagined
it would. Until he began rocking into her, setting a smooth rhythm that had
his cock hitting her g-spot as he ground her into the bed. She was powerless
to push back, to demand more friction or to increase the pace; she was his
doll, and she could do nothing but accept what he had to give.

CONOR
She was so fucking tight. Lying on top of her, he covered her small body
completely. With one arm curled over her face and the other grasping the
bedhead, he pumped his hips aggressively, pistoning in and out of her slick
heat.
There was something about the forbidden–fucking someone so much
younger than him and treating her like a fuck doll–that went to his head.
The pressure on his cock was exquisite, the constricted push and pull
into her cunt enough to have him concerned for how long he’d last. She
couldn’t move and he was muffling her cries and it was so. damn. good.
“Daddy’s gonna come now,” he grunted quietly, plunging deep enough
for his balls to slap against her skin. “And his good little girl is going to lie
there and take it.”
With one last pump, his orgasm consumed him, rolling through his body
as his cock emptied inside of her. Breathing heavily, he collapsed on top of
her, grinning when her teeth unclamped from his arm. Little brat.
She was still strung tight, panting and writhing beneath him.
Rolling off her, he continued undressing.
“I want to see my cum leaking out of your pussy.” He flicked on the
lamp, his cock immediately hardening again when she looked at him with
big, wet eyes. Her skin was flushed and her nightie was shoved around her
waist.
“Roll over and lift your hips,” he instructed. His eyes caught on her
heaving tits as he knelt between her legs and he palmed them through the
silky material, luxuriating in their pert firmness.
“I’m going to push these tits together and fuck them, too,” he promised,
finally drawing his attention down to her cunt. She was smooth and
completely bare–he assumed for her dancing–and her plump pussy lips
were swollen and dripping with his cum.
And blood.
He looked at her sharply. “Are you on your period?”
But something settled in him, and he knew. He didn’t need to see her
panicked expression, or feel her thighs tremble as she tried to close them
against his exploring hands.
“You’re a virgin,” he breathed roughly. “And I just held you down and
popped your cherry, and didn’t even let you come.”
Satisfaction bloomed, hot and weighty in his chest. This girl was his.
“Was a virgin,” she corrected tartly, jolting when he slapped her pussy
for her sass.
“Ow!” she cried.
“That didn’t hurt,” he chastised, intent on scooping up his blood-tinged
cum and pushing it back into her. There was something about her being
filled with his cum that was immensely pleasing.
“Does that mean you’re not on birth control?”
“Nice of you to ask, after you fucked me.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “I don’t appreciate that attitude, little one.”
Using his thumb and forefinger, he pinched her throbbing clit, grinning
when she squirmed. “I’m not using a condom. So you’ll need to–”
 “I’m on the pill. For dance.” She swatted at his hand.
“Such a brat.” He brought his hand to her mouth and forced his cum and
blood-stained fingers into her mouth. “Suck them clean, little one.”
She only bared her teeth for a second, before relenting and allowing him
entry. Her small pink tongue wrapped around his digits and she sucked
deeply, the suckling noise shooting straight to his dick.
“Such a good girl.” He withdrew and stroked his wet fingers across her
cheek, down her neck, and between the valley of her breasts. “I think
Daddy needs to reward you.”
She bit her bottom lip, and in the dim light cast by the lamp he could see
her pupils were blown out.
“Please,” she said.
He raised an eyebrow.
“Please, Daddy,” she amended quickly, her head tossing on the pillow
when his hand continued its journey down the smooth lines of her body.
She was mewling by the time he reached the apex of her thighs and he
shushed her. He wasn’t really worried about anyone else hearing them, but
he liked the flash of fear in her eyes when she glanced at her closed
bedroom door.
She was a mess of his cum, her blood, and her fresh arousal, and he
easily slipped two fingers into her glistening cunt while his thumb
strummed at her sensitive nub.
When she cried out, he stopped his ministrations.
“You don’t want someone to hear me fingering you, do you?”
Her muscles contracted around him, and he resumed his lazy fuck into
her, captivated by the restless movement of her legs and her hands fisting
the sheets. His little doll was horny as fuck and he controlled every breath
she took.
“Daddy… please!” she begged, eyes screwed tight and brow furrowed.
With a benevolent smile he took mercy on her, increasing his pressure
on her clit and thrusting harder with his fingers. The obscene sound as he
slammed into her had his cock lengthening and his own breath coming in
choppy huffs.
He didn’t know the last time he’d been this turned on, and she hadn’t
even touched his dick. There was just something about her intriguing mix of
innocence and sass that clouded all rational thought. And Jesus Christ, her
pussy was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen.
He felt the internal flutter against his fingers just before her whole body
tensed and then she was coming; her release crashing through her body as
he wrung every last drop of pleasure from her until she was pushing away
his hand.
“Too much,” she gasped.
As much as he was ready to plunge his cock back into and fuck her
senseless, the knowledge this was her first time made him pause. Instead, he
got up and went to the ensuite bathroom, bringing back a wet washer.
She lay where he’d left her–languidly replete–her gaze trained on his
dick as he walked toward her.
“Like what you see?” He didn’t wait for her response, instead holding
her legs apart so he could clean her. She flinched slightly at his touch, and
he gentled his hand, an unfamiliar tenderness flooding through him.
What was this kid doing to him?

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LILY
Warming up in the studio, Lily was overly aware of how sensitive she
was between the legs. She wasn’t in pain, but there was no mistaking she’d
been thoroughly pounded the night before.
A secret smile played around her lips, and she studied herself in the
mirror. She thought she should look different.
A delicious shiver ran through her, remembering how Conor had
derived pleasure from her body; she loved the idea of being his doll. And
while she’d initially been uncomfortable with the whole daddy thing, she
couldn’t deny it aroused her as much as it did him.
She’d been changed irrevocably last night, and holy fuck she couldn’t
wait to do it again.
The door to the studio snicked closed, and she tilted her head as Tyler
came towards her.
“You never close the door,” she said.
“I don’t want you distracted.” He stopped beside her, his eyes running
over her body. “We need to work on lengthening your extensions.”
No, she didn’t. Every adjudicator who’d ever judged her dancing had
praised the stretch of her extensions. She didn’t even have to work on it; it
came naturally.
She stiffened when Tyler ran a proprietary hand down her thigh. Since
when did he get so hands on? She bit back the question. He was her coach,
and she needed him if she wanted a place in Paris. Not only did he have the
connections, but he was the best in the business.
 If he said she needed to work on her extensions, she’d damn well work
on her extensions.
Her concentration was absolute for the next two hours; she was barely
aware of how desperately she needed water until Tyler called a break.
Panting, she gulped from her water bottle.
“I want to keep you back another hour tonight,” Tyler said, snapping the
gum that was perpetually in his mouth.
“I can’t–”
“You can, and you will.”
She sighed, exasperated at the bossy men in her life. She didn’t even
have Pete’s number to message him–he was going to have to wait for her.
Between school and dance, she hadn’t had the time to apply for her driver’s
license, but that was going to change. She was sick of relying on other
people and hated the idea of inconveniencing anyone.
“Show me a developpe a la seconde,” he instructed, moving to stand
behind her. “I want you to work on opening your hips.”
Rolling her eyes would only get her twenty burpees as punishment, so
Lily obediently raised her right leg into a perfect standing side split.
“Good, now hold it.” Tyler put his hands on her waist in what was more
a caress than an instructional touch. Her eyes widened when she saw him
lick his lower lip in the reflection.
“Tyler–”
This was weird. And awkward.
She released her hold on her ankle, but he held her raised leg up.
“This is my favorite position,” he said, watching her in the mirror with
an unreadable look in his eyes.
“What?”
“To fuck a woman.” His pelvis thrust against her backside, and she
could feel the obvious bulge of his erection as he tightened his hold on her.
Fuckfuckfuck. She needed to end this.
“Tyler, what are you doing?” Lily hated she sounded so unsure. She
swallowed. “I don’t want you to do that,” she said, her voice stronger.
“Yes, you do.” He grunted against the side of her neck, his breath hot
and heavy.
“Tyler! Stop!” She pushed against his resistance and he finally allowed
her to lower her leg. She spun, ready to get the hell away from him, but
faltered when her foot cramped.
“You’ve been teasing me for months, Lily. Staying back late, asking for
extra help. Now it’s time you paid your dues.” Tyler’s hand wrapped around
her throat, pushing her back against the mirrored wall.
Lily didn’t want tears to be streaming down her cheeks. She didn’t want
to be this weak cliché of a girl being taken advantage of.
Funny how she hadn’t felt she was being used last night, even as Conor
was using her.
It was all a matter of consent, she realized.
“Stop!” There was force to her now, and she pulled at Tyler’s hand
holding her.
There was a crash from outside the studio, and Tyler hissed and dropped
his hand.
“The hell is that?” Tyler jogged over to the door and Lily quickly dried
her face and grabbed her things, grateful for the distraction.
“Why the fuck is this door locked?” Boomed a voice from outside.
Lily’s heart skipped a beat as Conor yelled again, and what sounded like
his fists pounded against the door.
Tyler flung it open and Conor shoved him out of the way as he stormed
inside, gaze zeroing in on Lily as she rushed toward him.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded, catching her by her shoulders and
examining her face. “Why are you crying?”
“Tough practice,” she murmured, avoiding eye contact. “Can we just go
home?”
The immediate safety she felt in Conor’s presence had the tightness in
her chest easing and she pressed against his side as they exited the studio.
“We’re not finished here!” Tyler shouted after her.
That was when fear streaked through Lily–a hollow opening in her gut.
Because she might escape him now, but Tyler held the key to her future.

CONOR
Conor opened the back door of the town car for Lily and followed her
in, brusquely telling the driver–Pete–to put up the partition. He grimaced.
He’d never in his forty-seven years bothered to learn the names of his
employees.
The privacy screen slid into place and Conor pulled his cell out,
conscious of Lily’s withdrawn silence but needing to take care of business
first. He tapped out a message to his second-in-command, requesting every
bit of information that could be found on fuckface Tyler, and then pocketed
his phone and turned to Lily.
“What happened back there?” His tone was carefully controlled. He was
keeping a rein on his anger, but it didn’t stop him from cracking his
knuckles. That dickwad had upset Lily, and he wanted answers.
“Why are you picking me up?” She deflected, fiddling with the long
braid that hung over her shoulder.
“Answer the question, Lily.”
“I told you, it was a tough practice.”
It was more than that, although Conor was well aware how much she
wanted this place at the Paris dance school. He was already negotiating to
buy the damn place, so she wouldn’t have to worry. But he was going to
spank her for lying to him.
“Lily…” His warning was clear.
“Can’t we just… play, Daddy?” she whispered, sneaking a look at his
face. “Please?”
Blood thumped in his ears. How could he refuse a request as sweet as
that?
He crooked a finger at her. “Sit on my lap.”
Without hesitation, she was scooting over and settling her ass into his
lap, her long legs stretched out on the seat next to him. He’d been planning
to fill her. Stretch her, claim her. But now that she was sitting on him, so
compliant and needy, he decided hard and fast wasn’t going to cut it. He
was going to edge her until she passed out when she came.
Her head fell back against his shoulder as he rested his hand across her
neck, noting her throat bob as she swallowed.
“You like that?” He increased the pressure of his hold.
“When you do it,” she admitted, grinding her ass down onto his cock.
His hand travelled lower, pushing the strap of her leotard over her
shoulder until it fell down her arm, releasing one of her small, juicy tits.
Impatiently, he tugged the whole thing down until it sat bunched at her
waist and her tits were presented to him.
“You’re perfect,” he growled into her ear, licking a hot path down her
neck. “Lean back and let me suck on you.”
With a breathy sigh she complied, whimpering when he lifted a tit to his
mouth and closed his teeth over one taut nipple. He bit her softly, following
it with a tugging suck that had her moaning. Leaning her back further, he
reached for the other tit, latching on and suckling hard. When he finally
drew back and blew air over her stiff nipples, the way they puckered
enthralled him.
Her hand wound into the hair at the nape of his neck and pushed him
down, wanting more of his mouth on her. He licked into her cleavage,
grinning that his little girl was being demanding.
He was going to enjoy spanking her for it later.
Movement caught his attention, and he realized she had slipped a hand
into the crotch of her leotard and was stroking herself.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself.” His voice was
deceptively quiet, but she heeded the threat and stilled her hand. The spicy
sweet tang of her arousal filled the confined space, and his mouth watered.
Leaning forward, he tugged at the side of her leotard, causing it to lodge
in her ass crack but allowing him to see her fingers jammed into her
swollen pink pussy lips.
“Please may I touch myself, Daddy?” She looked up at him from
beneath thick-as-fuck lashes, teeth biting into her pouty bottom lip.
“No, you can’t.”
She blinked, but before she could protest, he’d replaced her hand with
his own, and was plunging his thick fingers into the slick wetness of her
cunt.
She moaned, arching her back and pushing further onto his hand,
forcing him deeper. Her inner walls were gripping him in a vise and it was
only because she was so aroused that he could slide smoothly in and out.
He brushed a thumb over her clit, stopping when she shuddered on the
edge of release. He continued this same torturous rhythm of bringing her to
the brink and then easing her back, until she was thrashing, sweaty, and
flushed.
 The town car had long ago arrived at home, but Conor was happy to let
Pete idle in the garage until he was satisfied his little girl couldn’t take any
more.
“Please!” she begged.
“Does my little one want to come?”
“Yes! Please, Daddy.”
There was no chance Pete hadn’t heard that, and Conor gave no fucks.
Bending his head, he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked
viciously, at the same time crooking his fingers to hit her sweet spot. She
combusted, falling apart in his arms.
And when she curled into him, heavy lidded and exhausted, he knew
without a doubt this girl was his. For good.

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LILY
Lily lay awake half the night, wondering if Conor was going to make an
appearance. She was inordinately disappointed when the hours ticked by,
and he didn’t show.
Jealousy gripped her insides, thinking of him lying in bed with his wife.
Victoria was such an uptight bitch; Lily couldn’t imagine them fucking.
She wished she was brave enough to go to him. She could imagine
sneaking into their bedroom and slipping beneath the covers beside him.
Victoria would sleep on–oblivious–and Lily would shimmy down and take
his cock in her mouth, sucking him until his erratic breathing threatened to
wake his wife.
Lily stilled her restless legs. Conor wasn’t coming tonight, and it was
just as well. Her pussy was sore and throbbing after his thorough
ministrations in the car's backseat, and she didn’t dare bring herself relief,
because her clit was overstimulated and liable to burst into flames if she
tried to coax another climax from it.
There was also the gnawing worry of Tyler.
She took a deep breath, attempting a relaxation technique that Olivia
had taught her before a dance recital when she was ten.
Dancing wasn’t a part of her life. It was her life. She couldn’t afford to
let whatever the fuck had happened with Tyler jeopardize her future. She
needed him.
Bile crept up her throat when she thought about facing him tomorrow,
but she swallowed it down. She’d just make sure the studio door stayed
open. Even better, she’d ask Macy if she wanted to practice with her.
So long as she wasn’t caught alone with Tyler, she’d be fine.
She could do this.
Resolved, she finally fell into a fitful sleep.

“CAN YOU TWO QUIT IT?” Lily turned around in the front passenger
seat of Mason’s SUV and glared at Logan and Olivia. “You’re disgusting.”
They didn’t acknowledge her, continuing to devour each other and
flashing way too much skin for Lily’s comfort.
“Jesus. What is going on with you three?” She faced Mason and
scowled. “I thought Olivia was your girlfriend. Are you two sharing her
now?”
“Something like that.” Mason smirked, glancing into the rear vision
mirror to watch his twin elicit a moan from Olivia.
Shuddering, Lily turned up the volume on the Bluetooth and resolutely
ignored the porn show happening in the back seat.
“You’re the one who asked for a lift to dance practice,” Mason said,
tapping his finger on the steering wheel to the beat of the song. “Am I still
swinging past Macy’s to pick her up?”
Lily glanced at her cell, hoping for the millionth time that Macy had
responded. Still nothing.
“No, just take me straight to the studio.” Her stomach rolled, and she
hunched her shoulders. She considered asking the twins to stay while she
practiced, but then she’d have to tell them why. They absolutely would–
after they’d beaten Tyler bloody–but she didn’t want them to know what
had happened.
After all, nothing actually had happened. Not really.
And she could handle Tyler.
“Do you need me to pick you up when you’re finished?” Mason asked,
pulling into the studio’s parking lot.
“No, Pete’s coming. Thanks for the lift.” She slung her dance bag over
her shoulder and slammed the car door as she ran through the misting rain
for the studio’s entrance. There was music coming from two of the rooms,
which meant she wouldn’t be alone with Tyler.
 Her room was empty when she entered, and she used the doorstop to
wedge the door wide open. If Tyler tried to close it when he came in, she
was out of there.
Heading for the barre, she began stretching, quickly getting lost in the
movements. When Tyler walked in and started her music, she didn’t think
twice, just began practice like she always did. He didn’t say a word, and so
neither did she.
She was happy to forget what had happened and move on.
It was only when she stopped for a break hours later and saw the light in
the foyer had been switched off and the other rooms were silent that she
realized her mistake.
She was alone with Tyler.
Snatching up her hoodie, she threw it over her leotard and swiped at the
screen of her cell, ready to call Pete and see if he was ready for her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Tyler had pocketed her cell before
she even registered he was beside her.
“Hey! Give that back.”
“I told you last night, Lily. It’s time you paid your dues.” He chucked
her under the chin patronizingly. “Show me how badly you want Paris.”
Paris was everything. But she’d have to find another way.
“Not that bad,” Lily retorted, swinging away and running for the door.
She hadn’t made it three steps before he yanked on her long ponytail,
halting her.
Wrenching agony slammed into her scalp, and she cried out as she fell
back into him. He spun her around, and she lashed out with her fist,
connected with his jaw. Pain radiated up her wrist—before he backhanded
her across the face.
Tears blurred her vision, and she screamed, falling to the floor and
scrambling backwards.
“Little bitch!” Tyler advanced on her and Lily raised her arms over her
head, expecting the worst. Instead, there was a roar of disbelief from Tyler,
who crashed to the ground with bone-shattering force. Someone was on top
of him–someone with enormous fists that were hammering mercilessly into
the flesh of Tyler’s face.
Gulping on sobs, Lily jumped to her feet, not sure if she should run or
find some kind of weapon to help Tyler’s assailant. Wiping at the tears
obscuring her sight, two things became abundantly clear. The assailant
didn’t need any help and, if he didn’t stop soon, he was going to kill Tyler.
“Conor, stop!”
Because of course it was Conor.
Lily didn’t particularly care if Conor killed her would-be rapist, but she
really didn’t want the man she had feelings for to spend the rest of his life
behind bars for murder.
Time slowed as the wet, crunching sounds of Tyler’s face being
annihilated filled the studio. Blood splattered Lily’s face and she couldn’t
tear her eyes away from Conor’s ruthless focus. When he finally stopped
the carnage, wiping his blood-stained hands on the front of Tyler’s shirt and
looking over at Lily, she wobbled–sure she was about to faint.
There was a metallic tang to the air, and she couldn’t drag enough
oxygen into her lungs.
“Is he… alive?”
“Against my better judgement.” Conor heaved himself to his feet. “It’s
okay, little one.” Reaching for her, he pulled her against his chest and
wrapped his arms around her shuddering form. “No one is ever going to
hurt you again.”

CONOR
Conor couldn’t shake the thought of what might have happened if he
hadn’t given Pete the night off and collected Lily himself.
His teeth were aching from his clenched jaw as he pulled into his
reserved parking space at the Astor-du Pont. As the city’s most luxurious
hotel, it was one of the most highly prized properties in his real estate
portfolio.
He had exclusive use of the penthouse and it was closer than home; he
needed to get Lily under a hot shower as soon as possible. She was clearly
traumatized–mute and shaking. Striding around the car, he scooped her into
his arms and into the private elevator, swiping his key fob and impatiently
waiting for the door to slide closed.
 “You’re safe,” he murmured into her hair, holding her closer as they
ascended.
She didn’t respond, just curled closer against his chest.
He set her down once they were ensconced in the marbled bathroom of
his suite, adjusting the settings of the shower so they had steam billowing
around them in seconds.
His girl just stood there, blinking at him, as he slowly and methodically
undressed her. She had that asshole’s blood smeared across her perfect face,
and he needed her clean. Right fucking now. When she didn’t make a move
to get beneath the steaming water, he tore off his own clothes and picked
her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and stepping beneath the
showerhead.
She closed her eyes as the water cascaded over her face, and it wasn’t
until he thumbed away a stubborn mark that he saw the blood covering his
own hands. Letting her lithe body slide down his, he concentrated on
scrubbing his hands and forearms. When every trace of Tyler was gone, he
turned his attention to Lily.
She’d lost her distress. Instead, she looked… curious. Her mascara-
streaked eyes were tracking his every move, and there was color back in her
features.
“Like what you see?” He ran a hand down his abs and casually stroked
his rock-hard cock from the head to the base.
“Can I… touch it?” The tip of her tongue peaked between her luscious
lips.
“My dick?”
“Uh huh.”
“Not right now.”
“Oh.” Her face fell and her arms rose to cross over her chest.
In one swift move, he backed her against the tiles and dropped to his
knees, slinging her knee over his shoulder and opening her up to him. His
little girl needed to be savored, and he was going to feast on her pussy until
she couldn’t stand.
“Wh–what…” Her hands landed on his head, clutching at his hair.
But he was lost to the nirvana between her thighs, spreading her smooth
pussy lips so he could bury his tongue in her tight entrance. She tasted so
sweet. He couldn’t get enough. Licking into her tight channel, he thumbed
at her clit, relishing the clench of her thighs around his face.
With his free hand, he reached beneath her and pulled apart her ass
cheeks, sliding a finger into the tight pucker of her asshole. She tensed and
he pulled back enough to spit, providing further lubrication. Although with
the way she was creaming his face, it wasn’t entirely necessary.
“You like that, little one?” he asked, circling his saliva around the tight
pucker of her ass and then pushing it past the ring of muscle.
“Oh! God, yes!” Her cry was drawn out and ragged as she thrust her
pelvis forward to embed him further.
She was adorable like this, vulnerable and wanton, her head shaking
from side to side.
He shifted position, moving to tongue her clit and fuck into her with
two, and then three, fingers. Her legs were trembling, and he knew she
wasn’t going to last much longer. Doubling down, he fucked into her,
working up the tempo until she was keening above him and on a shout her
juices flooded his mouth as she came.
He caught her as she slumped, picking her up and walking them both–
dripping–straight to the enormous king bed where fluffy towels awaited
them. Depositing her on the edge of the mattress, he began drying her
gently, conscious of her half delirious state.
“You feeling okay, little doll?”
“What about… Tyler. Won’t you get in trouble?”
“Little one, I own this city. And I already had someone wipe the
security feeds and dump his sorry ass at a hospital. With the dirt I have on
him, he won’t breathe a word. Trust me.”
And he could see that she did trust him. There was still a tangible
sadness to her, though.
“What’s wrong?”
He’d burn down the city for this girl.
“It’s hard to let go of a dream,” she whispered, tucking a strand of wet
hair behind her ear.
“Paris?”
“That dance school is all I’ve thought about since I was twelve. I’ve
worked so hard, and now…”
 “It’s a good thing I just bought that dance school, then.” He sat back on
his haunches, studying her reaction.
She scoffed, and then her mouth gaped open when she saw he wasn’t
joking. “You bought the dance school? How?”
“Money, little one. I’ve worked hard all my life. Why shouldn’t I spend
it on whatever I like?”
“You can’t just buy me a spot in the most coveted dance school in
Europe!” She was flushed in her agitation, flinging her hands as she spoke.
“You already had a spot. Tyler just didn’t tell you. Your acceptance
letter was sent last spring.”
“How do you know that?”
“I own it now, remember?” He grinned, watching the transformation on
her face from disbelief to pure joy.
“I got a spot?!” She jumped to her feet and launched herself at him,
sending them both tumbling to the plush carpet. “Oh my god, I’m going to
Paris!” She began peppering his face with exuberant kisses until she landed
one on his mouth and he grabbed the back of her head and forced their lips
together in a brutal kiss.
He ravished her lips, driving his tongue into her mouth to claim her.
There was no tenderness; this was carnal and messy and him showing her
exactly who she belonged to.
Her Daddy.

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LILY
Conor flipped her onto her back and settled himself over her, his lips
never leaving hers. The intensity of his kiss had her head spinning and her
cunt gushing. His tongue was fucking into her mouth and his hands were
planted either side of her face, controlling every breath she took.
This man owned her, body and soul.
When he finally lifted his head, she was gasping, lightheaded and with
only one coherent thought in her head.
“Let me make you feel good, Daddy.”
“What does my little girl want?” He thumbed at her kiss-swollen lips.
“I want to, um. Suck your dick. Please?”
His chuckle was dark and dirty and did crazy things to her insides.
She watched ravenously as he lifted off of her and sat on the edge of the
bed, his powerful thighs spread arrogantly and his thick cock bobbing
against his stomach.
Holy hell, this man was stacked.
“Crawl to me, little one,” he commanded.
There was none of her usual grace as she obeyed, rushing to kneel
before him submissively.
“Such a good girl.” His praise rumbled through her, firing electricity
into her blood as his hands swept through her dishevelled hair, fisting it at
the nape and tilting her head back. “You going to take Daddy’s big cock in
your pretty little mouth?”
“Yes. Please, Daddy.” She wasn’t above begging.
 He fisted the base of his cock and she licked her lips. Pre-cum was
leaking from the tip and she ached to taste it.
Exerting pressure on the back of her head, he gave her permission and
she dove forward, tonguing at his weeping slit and delighting as the taste of
his salty cum exploded in her mouth. She sucked hungrily, wanting more.
Wanting everything.
“Fuuuuuck.” His husky exhale had warmth flooding her core.
She sucked on the head of his suck, exploring the ridges with her tongue
and learning his texture and shape. He was large, and she delighted in how
her lips had to stretch to take in his girth.
“You love Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” he grit out, hands tangling in her
hair as he pushed her down. “Take it all, little one.”
She opened wider and bobbed her head, sucking in more of his length
and twirling her tongue as she came back up. Again and again she slid
along his cock, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked back up before diving
down again. Saliva coated her chin and her eyes were watering, but as he
groaned above her, she’d never felt more powerful.
Gaining confidence, she reached out to tentatively cup his balls, basking
in the flex of his thighs and the jerk of his cock. With a firmer grip, she
massaged their delicious weight until curiosity got the better of her and she
pulled off his cock and attached herself to his balls, suckling on one and
then the other.
When she looked up at him, he was a study in tension–the tendons and
veins of his body standing out in stark relief.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth. Open wide for Daddy.”
She let go of his ball sac with a pop and immediately stretched her jaw
as wide as it could go, gaze trained on Conor’s heated one.
“There’s my good girl,” he said, feeding her his cock inch by inch. She
gagged when it touched the back of her throat but breathed through it and
pushed herself onto him further, opening her throat to allow deeper access.
Maintaining eye contact, she pulled back enough to take a deep breath
and then plunged back down, swallowing him as far as she could.
He took over then, directing her head up and down as he fucked deeply
into her mouth, pausing every few strokes to hold her down as she choked
on his size.
 Her chest was burning when he finally released her, wiping at the
strings of saliva dripping from her mouth.
“I’m going to unload down your throat,” he growled. “And you’re going
to swallow me down. Now open your mouth and hold out your tongue.”
This was the dirtiest, most obscene thing Lily had ever done, and her
whole body was vibrating. She desperately wanted to rub her clit, but she
didn’t dare.
Following Conor’s instructions, she leaned back and opened her mouth,
sticking out her tongue so she could catch every last drop of his cum.
Gripping the base of his cock, Conor gave a vicious jerk of his wrist and
then he was unleashing ropes of hot cum, spurting into Lily’s mouth and
across her chin and chest. The torrent went on and on until he’d milked
everything.
“Now swallow, little one,” he growled.
Lily did so, relishing the taste and using a finger to swipe the cum on
her face into her mouth and swallowing that, too. Without being told, she
fell forward to his still-hard dick, sucking and licking it clean.
She was buzzing, never wanting this moment to end, but also desperate
for her own relief. Conor pushed past every boundary she had, but still
offered a sense of security. Of comfort. She didn’t care that he was married.
She didn’t care he was twenty years older than her. She didn’t care.
She just wanted him.

CONOR
He wanted to debase this little girl. He wanted to fill every hole she had
and cover her in his cum. He wanted her on her knees, begging, and he
wanted her hoarse from screaming his name.
But he also wanted to protect her–care for her. Anything she needed in
this world, he would provide.
She was his.
“Who owns you, little one?” he asked, stroking back her sweaty hair,
awed at how well she’d just taken him.
 “You do, Daddy.” She shifted on her knees, and he realized she was
uncomfortable from both the position, and from an arousal that was
probably unbearable.
“Come with me.” Pulling her to her feet, they walked to the kitchenette,
where he grabbed them both a bottle of water. He surveyed her thoughtfully
as she drank thirstily, glancing at the wall of windows that showcased the
lit-up city below.
He decided he was going to fuck her against the cool glass, and let
anyone who cared to look see how gorgeous his girl was as she took him up
the ass.
“Daddy?” She wiped a hand across her mouth.
“Yes, little one?”
“I just wondered… about Victoria?”
He’d been expecting her to ask about his wife.
“The divorce papers are being expedited. I’m giving her the house,
because it’s Olivia’s home. And because I’ve bought a house in Paris.”
“Paris?” Her eyes were wide, unblinking.
“You didn’t think I’d let you go now that I have you, did you?”
She squealed and threw her arms around him, burrowing into his chest.
Her little hands dug into his skin and he hoisted her into his arms.
Striding to the floor-to-ceiling window, he slid her down the glass until
her feet touched the floor. She clutched him around the neck, not releasing
her grip.
“I’m naked!”
“You’re gorgeous.”
“Someone will see me!”
“Plenty of people will see you, little one. See as you spread your legs
and let me derive pleasure from your sweet body.”
“Conor!” She was pink-faced and scandalized.
In retaliation, he tweaked her nipple. Hard.
“I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“I’ve been waiting all night to be balls deep in your cunt,” he grunted,
kicking her legs wider. “No one else can have you. But they can watch and
see just what they’re missing out on.”
He picked her slender leg up beneath the knee and slung it over his
forearm, drawing her up onto the tips of her toes as he slotted his cock
between her pussy lips.
“My good girl is dripping for me,” he praised, rocking his hips and
shoving inside. She cried out, her tight cunt clenching, and he ground
himself further until she was wriggling.
“It’s too deep,” she gasped, her fingernails scouring his shoulders.
“You can take it.” He slid almost all the way out and then slammed back
home, sucking her scream into his mouth with a searing kiss.
He fucked her until she came with a shout, and then he released her leg
and spun her to face the window. Her damp hands left marks on the glass as
she braced herself against it and he put pressure on her lower back, silently
asking her to arch.
She shuffled her legs back and presented her ass to him sweetly, head
and tits hanging.
God, this girl. She killed him.
“I own every part of you.” He pulled her ass cheeks apart and spat on
her puckered rosebud.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered.
He notched his glistening dick at her asshole, pleased that her cream
was going to slick the way for his penetration.
“Relax, little one. I’m going to fuck this tight little hole nice and good.”
He pushed his dick against her hole, meeting resistance and forging through
it. She let out a long, drawn out cry as he seated himself and holy fucking
shit, it felt good.
“Are you okay?” he ran a soothing hand down her spine.
“Ye-yes. I think so…”
“I can pull out.”
“No! No, I want you. It just feels strange. And full.”
“But you like it?”
“I like it a lot, Daddy.” Her shy eyes met his over her shoulder.
“Good girl.” He reached around and rubbed her clit as he pulled his
cock out and then thrust back in, settling into a pounding tempo that rocked
her slight body and had her chanting his name.
It was too good. Too tight. He wasn’t going to last.
He focused on the sight of him stretching her full, of her ass cheeks
bouncing with each powerful drive of his hips. She was divine like this,
spread open for him for the whole city to see.
 Pressure pressed low and his balls tightened, the spark of his orgasm
ready to ignite.
“Come for Daddy, little one.”

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In the halls of Vanguard Prep, Olivia Astor-du Pont reigns as the

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Rutherford. Handsome and charming, Mason is everything she wants in a
boyfriend. Yet a forbidden desire lurks within her… a longing for his
identical twin brother, Logan.
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conflicting emotions, Mason is well-aware of the simmering tension
between his girlfriend and his brother. The only question is: what will he do
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Calinda Woods wasn’t sure at what point her body would combust from
pent-up sexual desire, but she was pretty damn close.
When another moan of pleasure reverberated through the bedroom wall,
she slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her response. The rhythmic
banging of her roommate’s bedhead against their shared wall increased in
intensity and the moans became shouts.
Whoever Cole Brennan was entertaining tonight, he was making sure
she was enjoying herself.
The flush from Calinda’s cheeks spread down to heat her neck and
breasts; the tightness of her chest forcing her breaths to come in gasping
pants. Lying with her legs tangled in the sheets, she arched her back,
pressing her ass into the mattress and her head into the pillows. Slipping a
finger from the hand covering her mouth between her lips, she sucked
desperately. This was insane. And so, so wrong.
Her teeth bit into the flesh of her finger, hard. Harder.
She could imagine the flexing muscles of Cole’s forearms as he held
himself above the woman’s body, how she threw her head back in ecstasy
as he pounded into her. Again, and again. Did he shift, drawing her ankles
over his shoulders for deeper access? Were his hands white-knuckled and
clenching on the tops of her thighs, his throat corded in tension?
Heat flooded Calinda’s pussy at the sound of Cole’s low, guttural groan.
She swallowed, attempting to ease her dry throat, parched by her restraint.
A flash of humiliation burned through her gut but, even as she despised her
actions, there was no going back.
 Flipping onto her stomach, she buried her face in the pillow and reached
between her legs, her fingers sliding beneath her panties and into the wet
heat of her arousal. Her pussy was slick and wanting, and she held her
breath as her finger circled the bud of her clit, the pressure exquisite.
She was heedless now to Cole in the next room; the soundtrack of his
fucking replaced by the blood thrumming through her body and the promise
of release encroaching the edges of her mind. Furiously, she worked her
clit, her fingers on the verge of cramping. She was close. So close.
Biting into the pillow, she canted her hips higher, giving her other hand
the space it needed to slip two fingers into her drenched pussy, thrusting as
deep as she could. She was aching and for a moment the lack of being
completely filled tore her from impending orgasm. Her fingers were a poor
substitute for what she craved, and she stilled, straining to hear what was
happening in Cole’s bedroom. Nothing.
Groaning in frustration, she curved the fingers sheathed in her pussy,
reaching for her g-spot and crying out as she rubbed it–the sensation almost
painful in its intensity. Lost to everything but the spiraling tension
consuming her, Calinda screamed into the pillow as her orgasm washed
over her, drowning rational thought, dignity and common sense.
Gasping for breath she rolled onto her side, curling into herself with her
hands cupping her sex, reluctant to re-enter reality.
Her body, covered in a sheen of sweat, chilled under the air-conditioner
and she reached to pull a sheet over her, closing her eyes against the thought
of what she’d just done.
She was a pervy voyeur, getting off on her roommate fucking a
nameless woman. Again.

***

He heard her. Even with Helena chanting his name in her release, he
heard her.
His shy roommate was masturbating to the sound of him fucking, and
fuck if it didn’t make his dick harden. An impressive feat, given he’d just
screwed Helena six ways from Sunday. Twice.
“Is that her?” Helena asked, face lax and eyes closed.
“Who?”
 “Your roommate. The pretty little mouse who looks like she’d pee her
pants if you sneezed in her direction.”
Cole chuckled. Mouse was an apt description for Calinda, who’d
answered his Craigslist ad for a roommate and moved in several weeks ago.
In the final year of his Masters, he’d moved out of the share house he’d
occupied with friends in order to concentrate on his studies, and Calinda
had seemed like the perfect non-distraction to assist with the rent.
“She gets off on listening to us,” Helena continued, unconcerned. She
rolled onto her side, breasts pushing together enticingly, and eyed him.
“You know that, yes?”
“It doesn’t bother you,” he commented.
“Non. I like it. Do you think she’s imagining you, or me?”
Considering the way he’d caught Calinda surreptitiously looking at his
bare chest when he left the bathroom yesterday, he’d like to think it was
him. But hell if he knew.
Helena raised herself onto her elbows and leant to trail her lips along his
shoulder, nipping and causing gooseflesh to break out.
“Do you think…” Her nails scratched his pectoral. “She’d like to
watch?”
He tensed. Just moments ago he’d been picturing a naked and spent
Calinda, flushed and replete on her bed. So why did Helena’s suggestion
have his jaw tightening? Was he feeling… protective?
He realized while the idea of Calinda was tantalizing, the reality would
be tawdry. She deserved so much more than to be a sexualized plaything.
And she was innocent. So damn innocent. There was no way in hell he was
going to be the reason for her corruption.
“She’s hardly ingenuous,” Helena said, correctly interpreting his
silence. “She may appear naïve, but she’s clearly sexually aware. Maybe
she’s curious?”
That was not happening.
“What’s the matter, Helena? Not satisfied?” he growled, pushing her
onto her back and settling his body over hers.
“I didn’t say that…”
Hiding his grin, he slid down, scraping his teeth between her breasts and
over her belly, relishing the tug of her hands tangling in his hair. The scent
of her sex was intoxicating as he shoved his hands beneath her thighs,
gripping her ass and spreading her wide so his shoulders could settle
between them.
Her pussy lips were pink and swollen, dripping with fresh arousal.
“So pretty.”
“I’m going to scream if you don’t get your mouth on me,” she
threatened, raising her hips and pushing at his head.
A gentleman never keeps a lady waiting.
He dove into her wetness, his tongue lapping at her engorged clit,
circling and teasing.
“Cole!” she screamed.
Working his teeth and suction in reprimand, he used his grip on her ass
to pull her cunt tighter against his ravenous mouth, all thoughts of his
mouse forgotten.

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