Page 63 of Ravaged From Fate

Caspian smirks and shakes his head. “He’s simply a good man just looking out for the daughter who he loves.”

“Oh, God. How embarrassing.”

“It really wasn’t, Elsa.”

“I apologize if Dad was rude. He can be like that. Despite being an actual doctor, Dad’s not known for his calm, collected, and polite bedside manner.”

“He’s simply doing what he thinks is best.”

“I can tell you I did not expect him to show up tonight.”

Caspian takes a step towards me. “It’s all fine.”

“I’m sorry for tonight.”

He takes me in his arms, pulling me against his firm chest. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Elsa.”

“Dad’s so embarrassing…”

His hands squeeze me and I feel something harden between his legs as my breasts push against his chest. “I’m going to show you my bedside manner, Elsa.”

His hands drift slowly southward until he has my waist. He turns me up for a long kiss. I don’t resist.

“Fuck, Elsa,” he whispers. “You are perfect.”

I blush uncontrollably and let out a sigh. I try to speak, but Caspian raises his finger to my lips, hushing me.

“Get on the counter,” he commands. Before I have a chance to obey, he effortlessly lifts me up in the arm and places me on the kitchen counter like a doll.

“This is going to be better than any leftovers,” he says before he pulls down my panties.

Oh, God, I am wet for him already.

I feel myself trickling down my inner thigh.

Caspian’s fingers trace up the inside of my legs, scooping up my wetness and bringing his hand to bear on my sex.

My hands grip the corners of the counter.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this here,” I whisper. “In my kitchen, of all places.”

“I simply can’t restrain myself when around you, Elsa. You know how hard it is to not do this to you all the fucking time? You’ve unlocked desires within me that I never knew existed.”

Two of his fingers twist up the length of my pussy until he reaches my clit. Heat pulsates within me. His fingers circle and press around my clit as his other hand reaches for my breast. He clasps my tit as he builds up the yearning thirst from my nether regions. Lavishing me with attention brings out a grateful moan from between my lips.

He’s building me up more and more with each flick of his fingertips. His hand moves from my breast and down towards my sex.

While two fingers tease my clit, his other hand brings two fingers inside me.

I yelp in delight.

Caspian plays me. My head tilts back onto the hard kitchen counter and I struggle for air as he rocks my whole spirit. His hands are both so rough and yet so tender.

A man like this shouldn’t exist.

His fingers push me to the brink.

And then I’m falling apart… I climax…