Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
A soft laugh rumbles through my chest, and I find myself walking around the kitchen, stepping right in beside Tilly and reaching out, my gaze lingering on hers as my fingers skim across the inside of her thighs, listening to the sweet sound of her breathy gasp that fills the kitchen. “You mean like that?” I ask my son, settling against the counter beside Tilly, almost making it clear that it’s us against him, that no matter how many times he has had her, he’ll never make her feel what I can.
Zeph clenches his jaw, his casual composure already beginning to break, and he glances away, irritation flashing in his eyes.
“She doesn’t pant before she comes, Son,” I tell him, reaching for Tilly again, only this time, I scoop her right off the counter and settle her in front of me, her back pressed up against my chest as I scrunch up the front of Zephyr’s shirt, revealing the black thong I knew she’d be wearing below.
My fingers immediately dive into her underwear, finding her clit and gently circling before roaming lower and finding her entrance. I push inside her, plunging my fingers into her waiting cunt as her hand flies up and grips my arm, her nails already digging into my skin.
I hold her up as my fingers work her, moving inside her like an erotic dance, teasing her G-spot and massaging her walls. She sucks in a loud breath, her body already trembling before I’ve even had a chance to really start.
“You see this, Zeph? This is how she falls apart. She doesn’t just pant a little. She digs her nails in and claws your back like a fucking tiger,” I tell him as Tilly’s knees go weak and she struggles to keep herself standing.
And then, as if to prove a point, I push her a little harder, my fingers rolling faster over her G-spot as my thumb stretches to her clit. Tilly tips her head back against my shoulder, her eyes closing as she grits out a desperate groan. “Oh, fuck.”
Zeph’s eyes remain locked on Tilly as if only just seeing her for the first time, and when my fingers begin to pulse inside her, she loses all sense of reality and gives herself over to the dark side, letting that sweet cunt tremble as she comes.
Her nails grip my arm so tight she cuts through the fabric, drawing blood on my bicep, but I welcome the sharp sting because it matches the beautiful half-moons she left on my shoulders last night.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” I ask my son as this breathtaking woman falls to pieces in my arms. “I bet she’s never squeezed your fingers the way she’s squeezing mine now. When you make this woman truly come, her whole goddamn body explodes around you, and this sweet little cunt that we both fucking adore, it shatters like glass, making her whole body convulse.”
Tilly gasps as she reaches her peak, and I turn my face toward her, brushing my lips across her temple. “Good girl,” I murmur, not easing up on her clit as her walls continue shattering around my fingers. “Ride it out. All of it.”
Her chest heaves, and I almost laugh at the idea that all she could manage was a simple pant. This woman is a fucking goddess. She pants when she’s jogged up ten flights of stairs. She shatters when she comes.
Zeph looks pissed, and I can’t blame him, but he brought this one on himself, and when Tilly finally comes back down and her body collapses in my arms, I pull my fingers free and lift them to my lips, sucking them clean. “You and I are not the same,” I tell my son as Tilly turns in my arms, clutching onto me as she buries her face into my chest, desperately trying to catch her breath. “Congratulations, Son. Keep up the good work. You can make her pant. But I ruin her.”
Zeph clenches his jaw, looking at Tilly in my arms, and I know exactly what he’s thinking. She’s never done that with him. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes. She’s always left craving, but with me, she’s left frantically trying to pick up the pieces.
“Am I sorry that I went behind your back and fucked your girl? Yes, and I will make it up to you. However, I do not regret it.”
Zephyr scoffs, his gaze still locked on Tilly, a brokenness in his stare. “Are you kidding me? What if I was falling in love with her?”
“You weren’t.”
“But, what if—”
“You weren’t,” I say, cutting him off with a stern tone. “I’m not going to argue hypotheticals with you. I know you, Son. You had a sexual relationship with her and a friendship. That is all. Neither of you were emotionally involved, and that was clear. You were not exclusive, but if you had been, I would have respected that.”