Page 38 of Craving Consequences

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I should have waited for Lachlan.

I have come to the conclusion too late as I stand on Everly’s front porch. The sound of my knocks, too loud in the morning air.

I don’t know what possessed me to make the journey alone, to confront her with no excuse to give. I don’t even know if she wants to see me. But it’s too late to turn back now, especially when the lock twists and the door is thrown open.

Everly stands before me in nothing but a t-shirt with her beautiful face flushed and glistening with perspiration. Her cheeks blaze pink under her freckles and there is relief behind her hazel eyes that makes my cock twitch.

“Oh, Mr. Weaver,” she pulls back to let me into the foyer. “Thank goodness you’re here. I’ve made a terrible mistake and I need you.”

I arch an eyebrow as she shuts the door.

“What’s wrong?”

Her small hand captures mine. “Please don’t tell anyone. I would die of embarrassment.”

“I won’t tell.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip before leading me up the stairs. I follow, pulse thudding hard in my throat. The shirt hangs loose on her but rides up with every bounce, just enough to show me the curve of her ass. No panties. My mouth goes dry.

She leads me to the bedroom. The sheets are messy. The air is thick, humid with heat and something else, something unmistakably hers. The kind of scent that crawls under your skin and makes a man lose his mind.

She climbs onto the bed on her hands and knees. Doesn’t say a word at first. Just shifts forward, the shirt barely covering her now. Then she glances back at me, cheeks flushed, lips parted, embarrassment burning in her eyes.

“I thought I could take it, Mr. Weaver,” she says, voice almost a whisper. “I just wanted to get ready for you ... but now it’s stuck. It won’t come out.”

My breath catches.

Her hand reaches back, tentative, like she’s tried this already. She winces, pulling away with a soft whimper. I’m frozen for a second, staring, throat working around words I don’t even know how to form.

“What did you put in your pussy, Everly?”

“A toy.”

I move forward slowly. My knees hit the edge of the mattress. She spreads her legs a little wider, the shirt tugging tighter across her back, giving me the barest glimpse of where she’s parted and wet and desperate. And God, I am desperate.

Her voice trembles, soft but sure. “Please. It’s been vibrating inside me for hours and it’s gone so high.”

I kneel behind her. My hands are shaking when I reach for her. Not because I’m scared.

Because I’ve never wanted to worship someone more in my life.

She’s on the bed, on her knees, head down, back arched, completely bare except for the flush crawling up her skin.

“Please help,” she whines again, voice breathless, strained. “I’m making such a mess.”

Her thighs are trembling.

I swallow hard, trying to keep my hands to myself. Failing.

“Where?” My voice comes out lower than I intend—rough, dark.

She reaches between her legs and parts herself, just enough for me to see the problem. It’s not just stuck. It’s buried. And she’s soaked. Her inner thighs glisten. She’s been at this for a while, long enough to make herself frantic, desperate.

“Fuck, baby, you’re little cunt is dripping and swollen.”

“Don’t look at me like that,” she whispers, cheeks flaming.

But I can’t not. She’s the most obscene, beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“I think I need to clean you first. You’re so slippery, I might not be able to hold the toy.”

Face still planted in the mattress, Everly nods, making her ass wiggle.

“If you think that’s best.”

Oh, I do. Cleaning her is essential. Mandatory. It has to be done before anything else.

“Stay still,” I say, sinking to my knees behind her, my mouth just inches from her heat. “Can you do that?”

Panting, she nods again. “Yes, I’ll do anything to make it stop.”

“I know you will. You’re such a good girl. Let Daddy make this better.”

“Daddy,” she whimpers, pushing her thighs even wider apart. “Please.”

I touch her carefully at first. Fingers sliding through slick folds, teasing, mapping the contours of her while she quivers and gasps into the bedding. Arousal drips from her lips. Her clit. It drizzles across the sheets. Runs in streaks down the insides of her quivering thighs.

“No more playing with her without me. You can’t lose things in her.”

“I won’t. Promise.”

The sweet scent of her has my mouthwatering as I lean in and run a tongue through her folds. Over her clit all the way to her pulsing opening. The faint hum of vibration tickles my lips and along the tip of my tongue when I nudge in.

“Oh, God, Daddy!” Everly gasps, pushing her hips back, impaling herself.

“Don’t move,” I remind her sternly, drawing back to smack her perfect ass.

She cries out and fists the sheets. “ Again. Spank me. It felt so good.”

Fuck.

I clap the other cheek and watch the skin flush a rosy pink. But it’s the flex of her hole, the gush of liquid that has me palming my cock. Has me dipping my head and sucking on her lips. On her clit. Thrusting my tongue through her folds. In her cunt.

I shove two fingers in and push deep into her cavity in search of the humming while Everly trembles uncontrollably and sobs the most obscene pleas to fuck her.

“How big is the toy?” I ask when I’m all the way in and still can’t find it.

“I don’t know. Find it, Daddy. Deeper. Use your cock.”

I put a third finger in and search while lapping the heavy flow of cream spilling out of her.

“I can’t find it. Your cunt is too slippery.”

“Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

I bite her ass cheek, causing her to yelp. “Don’t you fucking cum, Everly.”

“Please. Please!” she cries. “I’ve been on edge for hours.”

“I don’t care. This is a lesson on why you shouldn’t put things in your pussy without permission.”

I graze the plastic tip of something nestled deep in her body. I curl my fingers and Everly wails. Her body shudders. I lose my grip.

“Everly!” I growl, voice turning feral.

She’s writhing under my hand, under the bent fingers rubbing the upper part of her seizing cunt. She’s bucking wildly, delirious in her pleasure.

“Daddy! Please.”

Toy forgotten, I finger her. I pump hard and fast while undoing my jeans with the other to free my cock.

“Such a dirty, needy little girl.” I get my dick out. “Beg for Daddy’s cock.”

She lets out a wrecked sound of sweet torture. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please. Let me cum on your cock.”.

She’s breathing hard, eyes wild, skin hot. She’s riding my hand like she owes me money and begging like she couldn’t care less if she ever got into heaven.

I pull my fingers out and align my leaking head to her opening.

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The shrill cry of my phone slices through the silence.

Rattles across the nightstand with an adamance that sends me bolting out of sleep’s warm embrace.

I jolt upright, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a curse.

My hand shoots out to snatch the device with far more aggression than necessary .

Under the sweat soaked sheets, my cock is on fire.

It throbs with a malicious agony that I know means I was seconds from cumming in my sleep like some randy teenager.

It doesn’t help that I can smell Everly as if she were in the room with me.

Her sweet, musky scent lingers on my hands. My mouth. I can taste her.

With my free hand, I reach down and fist my cock. The head glistens in the faint light of barely dawn. It smears down the veiny shaft with my first pump.

But that’s all I get when the phone sets off again in my free hand.

Lauren.

Any other time, my stepdaughter calling me at five in the morning would cause alarm, but I know why she’s calling, and I will myself to answer her.

“Yeah?” I mutter, my voice still thick with sleep and the lingering weight of arousal.

“I’ve been texting you all morning,” Lauren snaps, her tone matching my irritation. “ You were supposed to call me last night when you got home.”

Shit.

I rake a hand through my hair, trying to scrub the lingering haze of sleep from my mind.

I remember that promise. Vaguely. I remember rushing something out to get Lauren off the phone so I could return to Everly and Lachlan in the storage unit. What the context was, I can’t be sure.

“We got home really late,” I lie ... half lie.

It was well after two in the morning when Lachlan pulled the truck up Everly’s driveway.

She’d been a soft, warm bundle snuggled against my side dressed in nothing but my top and my cum.

The whole ride back, I’d been in awe of everything we’d done, but more of her willingness.

Her passion and submission. She had accepted everything with hunger.

It was almost too much to believe, a fantasy too perfect to be real.

Being inside her had surpassed everything I could ever imagine.

Her wet, slick heat hugged me with such devotion I didn’t want to leave.

I almost didn’t. If Lachlan hadn’t been waiting to get his turn, I would have just gone to sleep with my cock corking her cunt. I would have used her like a warm sleeve all night.

My dick pangs with agreement. It aches to return home to her.

I considered bringing her to my bed with me. Lachlan could have come, too. My bed is big enough. Lachlan had shut the idea down. Said something stupid about that being the last time. I had to roll my eyes because that’s not happening. He’s delusional if he thinks he’s strong enough to resist her.

But I’m willing to watch him try.

“Dad! ”

I jump at the disembodied voice. For a wild second, I glance around my room in search of the owner before remembering the phone in my hand.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I mutter. “It was after two in the morning.”

I know I’ve made a mistake with the silence drops like a bowling ball

“What were you guys doing at two in the morning?”

Should have thought it through better. Taking turns fucking her until she couldn’t walk might not go over well.

“Cleaning,” I blurt. “Getting stuff out of storage. Heavy boxes.”