Page 48 of Unwrapped

“You feel so good,” he murmurs against my throat. “So fucking good, Sophie. This perfect pussy. Christ.”

His pace picks up. His thrusts get deeper, driving the breath from my lungs with each stroke. I’m clutching at his shoulders, his back, anywhere I can reach, and the pleasure is building again, coiling tighter and tighter at the base of my spine.

“Vince,” I gasp. “I’m close. So close⁠—”

“Come for me,” he says, his voice rough with exertion. “Let me feel you come on my cock.”

His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit, and my hips buck against him, seeking more friction, more pressure, and the orgasm builds like a wave, huge and inevitable. Oh fuck, I’m going to come so hard.

“Yes,” I moan, my head tipping back. “Yes, Daddy, I’m going to come⁠—”

The word leaves my mouth before I can catch it. Daddy. I’ve never called him that, but in the heat of the moment it tumbles out like it’s been waiting there all along.

Vince goes utterly still above me. For one heartbeat, two, he doesn’t move—and then something breaks in his face. His eyes darken to almost black, and I feel his cock pulse inside me, getting impossibly harder.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Sophie⁠—”

And that’s when we hear it.

The front door. The unmistakable sound of the lock turning, the door swinging open on its hinges. A voice, bright and carrying, calling up the stairs:

“Hello? Vince? Sophie? Anybody home?”

Vince’s body goes rigid. His hips stutter once, twice, and then he’s coming, his cock pulsing inside me, his groan muffled against my shoulder as he buries his face in my neck. I can feel every throb, every pulse, his whole body shuddering with the force of it, my pussy still fluttering around him.

It’s ecstasy and panic mixed together. My brain goes on overload and freezes. I can’t move. Somewhere downstairs, footsteps move across the hardwood.

“Hello?” calls the voice again, moving closer. “Is anyone home?”

Vince lifts his head. His eyes meet mine, wide and horrified, and in the silence between us I can hear my own heart hammering against my ribs.

That voice. I know that voice. I’ve known it my whole life.

Elena.

Fourteen

Vince

Iam still inside Sophie when her mother’s voice floats up the stairs, bright and lilting, my cock pulsing as my brain catches up to what the fuck I’m hearing.

“Hello? Vince? Sophie? Anybody home?”

Sophie’s eyes widen. “Oh my God,” she whispers. “Vince.”

I lift myself off her, my body going cold as I pull free. I rush to the en-suite, pulling off the condom and wrapping it in toilet paper before throwing it out. Then I quickly splash cold water on my face.

“Hellooo?” Elena’s voice is closer, the stairs creaking beneath her feet. The bedroom door is open and I wave frantically at Sophie, who’s up on her feet looking for her clothing, to hide. She sprints toward the closet, clutching her clothes to her chest, while I yank on my pants and t-shirt. My heartbeat is deafening.

I make it to the bedroom door just as Elena is arriving on the landing, my bare feet already cold on the wood floor, and close it behind me. My fingers are shaking and I shove them into the pockets of my jeans to hide it.

“Elena?”

“There you are.” She beams at me, like this is a joyful reunion. Like I might’ve been waiting for her. “I was beginning to think the house was empty.”

She’s perfectly put-together in a cream-colored wool coat and heeled boots. Her blonde hair is cut in a sharp bob, and she looks like she’s just stepped out of a magazine.

“Elena.” I move toward her, trying to usher her back down the stairs. “What are you doing here?”