by J. L. Beck
“Really? That’s two pairs now…” I pushed up on my elbows watching, as he took in my perfectly pink pussy, his fingers parting my lips so he could blow against my clit.
“You don’t seem to mind, Princess.” He smirked, and it took everything in me not to roll my eyes because, honestly, at this moment I couldn’t care less.
“Plus, panties are useless in my presence,” He continued, a whisper against my cunt as he sucked the tight little bundle of nerves into his mouth.
“Oh God!” I cried out, biting my fist as Jameson bent my legs forward, exposing my pussy far more than he ever had before.
“Shhh…. You know you’ve got to be quiet, Princess….” he taunted, slipping two fingers into my tight hole. My toes curled, and my entire body shook as he pumped in and out of me furiously.
The air couldn’t fill my lungs fast enough, and as soon as he flicked his wrist and bent his fingers upwards I was coming, my entire body fluttering and floating away into a pleasure-induced coma.
“Fuck me, Princess. That was hot! Your tight little pussy just squeezed the fuck out of my fingers…” Jameson growled, pulling the two fingers he had inside me out and placing them directly into his mouth. His eyes seemed to grow larger as he licked every single drop of my release away. My cheeks heated with embarrassment, realizing I was still bent with my pussy fully on display.
Pushing up on my arms, I made a move to get out of the position I was in, but my movements were halted as Jameson undid his belt and dropped his dress slacks right in front of me.
My mouth watered and I knew we were going to get caught it would only be a matter of time.
“I’m nowhere near done with you, Princess. So grab the front of your thighs, spread your legs real wide, and let me fuck that tight pussy of yours…” It was an order, not a question, and even though I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it, my body followed his command.
“Shhh…” He placed a finger against my lips before sliding the head of his cock up and down my pussy, letting my release coat his length. The movement alone was erotic and had me moaning with pleasure.
“Please, please….” I croaked, my voice cracking with need. Jameson smirked down at me, his eyes turning to slits as he pushed just the head of his cock into my pussy. I could feel the tightness and the stretching, as he slowly eased himself inside.
“Being inside you is like nothing else…” He spoke between clenched teeth as his hands came down to rest of either side of my head. I watched, mesmerized, as he slid all the way inside, his balls slapping against my asshole every time he came down. My nails raked against the back of his thighs as he moved faster.
“Fucking! Shit! God! Jameson….” My moans grew louder and louder with every thrust he gave me.
“I want that tight pussy squeezing my cock… can you do that, Princess, can you come all over my cock?” Jameson growled, his brow wrinkled, as sweat clung to it. He was one the verge of coming, but he wanted me to get my release first.
“Yes! God! Yes!” I cried out, his thumb rubbing slow circles against my clit well he fucked me so hard I was sure I would feel it tomorrow. The couch scraped against the wood floor, filling the room with our sexual moans of pleasure and fucking. Shit!
“Come, Princess…” Jameson snarled, his grip bruising as his muscles tightened. My eyes squeezed closed, and something inside me snapped, like a rubber band being pulled to its limit. Fire seemed to fill my body, exploding like a bomb inside of me. Air stilled in my lungs, and a shudder made its way down my spine, as every single muscle inside of me tightened and released.
“Ahhhhh….” I huffed out, feeling Jameson’s hot cum fill my hole.
“So fucking beautiful. You’re everything, Audrey…” He kissed my sweaty forehead. Tingles of pleasure clung to my body, and before we could separate, a knocking sounded on the door.
“Open up this door right now! What the fuck is going on in there?” My eyes grew wide with fear as Jameson pulled out of me, my father’s voice raining down on our orgasms, cooling us off immediately. Jameson looked from me, back to the door and I knew he was going to tell him. I could see it in his eyes. Pulling my skirt down, I tried to adjust myself enough on the couch to make it seem less inconspicuous, but I knew there was no hope.
Jameson’s hand landed on the door, pulling it open.
Chapter Six
Jameson
I never suspected that I would find love, but I did. The only problem was who I found it with. Audrey’s father was my best friend and my business partner, so it shouldn’t really have been that big of a surprise when he walked into my office and took in my half-buttoned shirt and pants hanging off my hips and Audrey’s disheveled state and knew what we were doing.
The punch he threw shouldn’t have been a surprise either, but it was.
“My daughter, Briggs, my fucking daughter!?” He was livid, the look in his eyes said he wanted to kill me and I understood his feelings because I felt them myself. I didn’t think I was good enough for Audrey, but I wanted to be, and I would be, no matter what.
“Daddy, don’t!” Audrey shot up off the couch to defend me, but I didn’t want her sticking up for me in front of her father. This was between him and I. I knew what I was doing when I called Audrey in here to fuck her. I knew her father would hear, and I wanted him to know. As strange as it was, I wanted him to know that I made his daughter happy, in more ways than one.
“Stay put, Princess. I’ve got to deal with this on my own.” I wiped at the blood that dripped from my lip. He had gotten me good, but not good enough.
“I told you, you could screw anyone here just not my fucking daughter, and what do you do?” Andy got in my face, his eyes blazing with uncontained rage.
We needed to get this shit settled because other employees were starting to take notice and I didn’t want any more attention drawn to the matter then there was.
“Keep it down, Andy…” I tried to calm his burning blood but I knew it was no use. I knew he was angry and that I would have to give him time to digest it all.
“We want to be together, Daddy… I mean, it’s not any different than you and Layla.” I shot Audrey a puzzled look, unsure of where she was going with this. Andy turned from me, facing his daughter instead.
“Do not comment on things you do not understand!” he growled, though I could see some embarrassment forming in his eyes.
Audrey rolled her eyes, “I’m an adult and I’ve liked Jameson for a while. You don’t need to approve of us being together, especially when you’re doing the same damn thing…” I liked the spunk and rebellious behavior that Audrey was giving off.
Andy clenched his fist, rubbing at the back of his head with his other hand. He looked to be caught up in some type of emotion.
“You knew I would hear you. You knew I would know. I didn’t have to find out like this… Listening you fucking my daughter in our office,” Andy snarled, looking between the two of us with disbelief.
“It’s more than sex, Andy. I want her on a level I’ve never wanted any other woman, and I tried to tell myself otherwise for the last three days. I can’t take back anything now, nor would I ever….” I confessed, my eyes meeting Audrey’s. I could see the understanding forming in her blue eyes. She knew I wanted her for more than just sex. I wanted her to want me, really want me. I wanted her to love me, like I knew I loved her.
“Wait, you love her?” Andy narrowed his eyes at me.
“I think so…” I didn’t stumble over my words. I spoke fluidly, like a man that knew what he wanted.
“This is…. There are no words… I do not approve of this, Audrey…” Andy pointed a finger at his daughter with disbelief in his features.
“You don’t have to approve. I’m an adult and I know it might seem wrong for Jameson and I to be together, but it really isn’t.” Audrey stood from the couch, coming to stand next to me. She wrapped an arm around my midsection making me feel more comfortable. We had been caught red handed, and now we would stand together as one, le
tting her father know how we both felt.
“Wrong isn’t the word I would use. How could you do this? With him….” Andy shook his head, taking a step back and out of the office. I hadn’t been anxious about telling him in three days because as soon as I touched Audrey, I knew I would have to tell him. I wanted her more than once and there was no going back.
“We’re going to be together, Andy…” I dared him to try and take her from me. There was nothing that could come between her and I, not if I was breathing. I wanted to get to know her better, delve deeper into her soul, and I wouldn’t be able to do that if he tried to ruin whatever it was we had before it started.
Andy took another step back until he was nearly out of the room. “She’s my daughter, Briggs, and at the end of the day that’s all that matters to me. You’ve got ten days to get your shit out of this office. Don’t speak to me or look at me. I’m completely disgusted with the both of you right now.”
Andy’s parting words should’ve been a kick to the balls for me but they weren’t. Not when I still had the girl.
“We have to make this right….” Audrey spoke softly, clinging to my side. I smoothed my hand down her back in a soothing manner.
“We will, Princess, but first we have to give him time to digest it, because you see, I’m not just going to let you go now…. And no one is going to stand in the way of what I want and need, not even your daddy.” I was determined to make Audrey mine, even if her father didn’t want us to be together.
The End
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Chapter One
Mia
My eyes darted from the clock on the wall and back to the dough that was rising in a bowl on the counter. I had less than an hour to get Lola, and myself ready for my brother’s wedding rehearsal and I still had to prep the bread dough for baking that was rising. I ran a hand through my chestnut brown hair.
You can do it, Mia. It was the mantra of my life and something I had to chant to myself for the last four years. I squeezed my eyes shut for a fraction of a second, well placing my closed fists against the cold countertop.
I inhaled fresh oxygen and exhaled the stale oxygen from my body. The sound of the door chiming signaled a customer.
I shook my head in confusion as I walked around the front of the kitchen and out by the register. I was pretty sure I had locked the front door and turned the open sign to closed, hadn’t I?
The fact that I hadn’t actually done so became more apparent as my eyes caught a glimpse of what could be nothing more than a ghost.
“Hello, Mia…” My eyelids fluttered closed, and my body lit up, like a Christmas tree. His voice was still the same, smooth like honey. No one said my name like Jake Matthews did. It had been four years, four long years since he broke my heart and walked away from me.
“We’re closed.” I barely got the words out. I didn’t have any intention of seeing or talking to him again. Still, my body betrays me and I give into the need to at least have a look at the man he had become. I regretted it immediately my body coming to life like it had all those years ago.
Jake had filled out mighty well. When he left he was fit, and tone, but now he was muscled, and rugged. His face was spotless with not a hair to be found. My eyes roamed over his strong jawline, and the very spot right next to his left dimple where I always placed a kiss when we departed. God, he was so fucking handsome, and it was going to be so hard to avoid him now that he was back in town.
“Your sign says open. Though even if it did say closed I would still find a way inside…” I bit the inside of my cheek unsure of what to say to him. He couldn’t just walk back into my life like this after being gone for such a long time. There were things that he didn’t know about an entire life he missed out on being gone and he couldn’t just come back and decide he wanted to be apart of that now.
“I’m glad your back in town Jake but you can’t just seek me out like this. We don’t know each other anymore. It’s been four years…” I ran my fingers through my hair once more, watching as his dark eyes filled with hunger. He was watching me much like a lion watched its prey before pouncing.
I was more than thankful for the counter top separating us as he took a step in my direction. My heart came to life, slamming against my rib cage like it was going to beat right out of my chest.
“We know each other. I’m Jake, your Mia. That’s all there is to us sweetheart…” I could feel my insides turning to mush. Jake had always been able to make me weak in the knees and now was no different than any of those other times. I just needed to remind myself that he couldn’t come crashing into my life like this again. Not when there was much more at stake than us.
“Actually you know nothing. I’m different now. I’m not the same woman you left behind four years ago and you can’t just walk into my cupcake shop and think that you own me… because you don’t.” The last three words were harder to say than I ever expected them to be.
I had practiced this day out in my mind a million times, thinking of all the things I would say to him if I ever saw him again.
Jake didn’t seem surprised by my anger or bold headedness, he never did. Instead, one side of his mouth turned up in a smile, his dimple reflecting back at me.
“Whatever you say, darling. I’m not going anywhere though. I’m back, and I’m staying, right here where I belong.” I co
uldn’t take my eyes off of him even if I wanted too. I begged my body to shut up, to stop reacting to his presence to stop wanting him.
I clenched my fists at my sides. The man I once loved, was now standing right in front of me in his Army fatigues. He looked so handsome and put together that it almost brought tears to my eyes. He had everything going for himself. He didn’t need me, or the things I had hidden from him over the last four years to bring him down.
“Great. I hope you find Sweetwater Falls to be as great as it was when you left here four years ago.” I turned on my heels ready to make a beeline for the back door when I felt Jake’s hand on my shoulder. His touch burned a hole through my shoulder, and I pulled away as if he had really burnt me.
“Your brother asked me to be a part of his wedding…” I stayed put with my back to him, refusing to let him see the tears that were burning in my eyes. He didn’t deserve my pain, not after leaving me they way he did. My body begged me to give into his touch like I had once before, but I stood my ground refusing to let myself live through that pain again.
“Great! I’m glad you’ve reconnected with Donovan. Now I have a shit ton of work to do so if you could please leave that would be great.” I shrugged off his touch and headed towards the kitchen to finish up whatever it was that I was doing before he came barreling through my door.
I wanted to scream out in frustration. There was no way I wouldn’t be late for the rehearsal dinner now that Jake was here.
“I won’t just leave like I did before. I’m not lying when I tell you I’m here to stay.” Jake’s voice filtered into my ears and I twisted around, coming face to face with his broad, muscled chest. My eyes drifted upwards until they were on his face.
