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“Didn’t hear you there, princess. What did you just say to me?”
“I said, alright! Yes! I do! I think about getting fucked by both of you. Geez!”
“See? It wasn’t so hard, was it?” My fingers move back to her soaked pussy and I begin to rub her clit, coaxing the pleasure out until her knees start to buck. “We are going to have so much fun together,pichouette.So much fun.”
Her breathing becomes uneven with her rising pleasure and the way she’s fighting both me and her feelings. I circle her clit hard, rubbing around the engorged flesh until she’s putty and her juices flow freely from her body, coating my hand. “That a girl, sweetheart. Come all over Daddy’s hand.”
I wait as she rides the waves for when she comes back down I want her ready for the night ahead.
“Will you please take the plug out of my ass now, Daddy?”
I smirk, wondering how she even lasted so long before she asked.
“Oui, mon cher.”
She bends over, and I reach down pulling the glass toy from her body, its once clear, shiny surface now pearly white and sticky from the accumulated cum.
“Get the food on the table, Gemma. We can indulge ourselves after our bellies are full.”
Chapter 23
Jacob
Half an hour later I join Bastien and Gemma at the dining table and by the looks of it, I’d say they’ve hit it off. Sparks are flying and the way Gemma giggles at one of my son’s jokes is making me feel things I haven’t felt in a very long time.
Jealousy.
“Looks like I missed all the good stuff,” I cut in and they both turn to look at me as I pull back the chair next to her. Leaving my cane at the edge of the table, I lower myself on the chair and the conversation abruptly comes to a halt. “You two seem rather cozy together, what did I miss?”
Gemma is quick to reply, trying to mask her awkwardness by being overly enthusiastic.
“You didn't miss anything. Bastien and I were just talking about his recent promotion and how busy he's been since.”
I look over at my son, and can’t help but notice the worried look on his face.
“Well, at least things are looking up in one aspect of your life, right, son?”
“The corporate world is cutthroat, dad, or didn't you know? Timing is everything. That's what I was out celebrating when we met. She looked like she needed rescuing that night.”
“It was just one of those days you think will never end,” she fills in. “It just so happened that our paths crossed, that’s all. I never meant to complicate things, that’s why I left without so much as giving you my name.”
I pick up the spoon and gather a mouthful of the stew, letting the delicious aroma of the home-cooked meal fill my nostrils. “Looks like they got pretty complicated, after all, wouldn’t you say, sweetheart? Eat up, now. I'm sure we are looking forward to dessert. Did you tell Bastien about your decision?”
She turns then, bites her bottom lip, and silence stretches across the table as we all await her next words.
Instead of responding in the way I expect, she procrastinates.
“Your son is a funny guy, Jacob. Are you sure you two are related?” she teases and the smile on her pretty face is contagious.
“I was a funny guy once, too. Wasn’t I, son?”
Looking in his direction I see that he is enthralled with the woman I now consider mine.
“Funny? I can’t say I remember that, dad. You had your moments though, I’ll give you that.”
I grunt my agreement and coax Gemma back on topic.
“Sweetheart, are you going to tell Bastien what you decided while cooking this meal for us?”
