Page 62 of Claimed By My Ex's Dad
She comes on command.
Her walls start pulsating, squeezing around my cock. I love the feeling. I could easily live here forever.
I could fuck Joy a thousand times over and never get bored.
On top of that, I’m not thinking about Igor or who he could be working with. I’m just thinking about Joy and her sweet little pussy. There are so many things I want to do to her. And not enough time to do them.
I finish deep inside of her walls.
Everything goes hazy when I pull out, like the earth has been knocked off its axis.
I zip up my pants, securing the belt.
Joy is still lying on the bed, fully naked. She doesn’t look bothered about getting up. Her face is down, pressed against the mattress. Her brown hair fans around the pillow. There are a few knots in it from when I grabbed it.
I take in her body. Fuck. I want to do unspeakable things to her.
But I also get a different kind of urge. And I’m not sure where this urge comes from.
My skin tingles at the thought of lying there beside her, bringing her into my arms as she falls asleep safely in them.
I want to protect her from Igor and these men. I want to hold her and tell her that everything will be okay.
Even though I’m the reason she isn’t.
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JOY
Morning sunlight streamsthrough the drapes.
I blink open an eye. I feel air on my body where I’m not supposed to feel it. I sit up, realizing I’m still naked from the night before.
Valerian left me asleep in his room after he fucked me.
God, I’m so sore. And still waiting for him to get back in here so we can go again.
I kick away the sheets draped around my legs.
Weird.
He must have put them over me. I remember falling asleep butt naked on top of his bed. Not inside of it.
I fold one of the sheets around me like a towel and rise from the four-posted bed. Valerian’s never left me alone in his room before. This is the perfect time to stick my nose into his life and find out some things he won’t tell me. You can tell a lot about a person based on their bedroom.
God, it smells just like him. His cologne is everywhere. I can even smell it on my skin.
I walk over to his drawers. This is where he keeps the handcuffs. I find a selection of luxury watches on top of the drawers. I hitch my eyebrow, picking them up, measuring the weight of each. Solid gold.
I open the top drawer, holding my breath. This is when I discover how much he’s into BDSM…
I expect to see lots of different chains and whips.
To my surprise, I see a photo frame.
I frown, taking it out of the drawer. It’s not even dusty, which tells me he must look at it a lot.
Can’t he put it up somewhere and look at it that way?
