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Arousal has me in its trap now. My balls are stuffed tight, a bead of sweat dripping down my spine. “How much does my son pay for a tutoring session?” My gulp is genuine. “I’ll quadruple your fee if you let me spit on it.”

“Dad,” Cameron says behind me. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Cameron

Somehow, the reenactment of that day is more intoxicating than my memory.

Dean holds Ruby’s leg open, and I can see from across the room that her slit is slippery.

Was Ruby turned on that day for my father?

Was she surprised to find herself excited by the attention of an older man?

God, she’s definitely excited now—as are me and Dean, both of us tenting the front of our pants.

“Dad,” I repeat. “What are you doing?”

“Son, give us a minute.”

“Absolutely not,” I growl, storming over to them and dropping to a kneel on the floor beside Ruby, gathering her up and holding her to my chest. But there’s just no covering her in the slight pink dress.

Not completely. Now her tits are flattened to my chest, her pussy out of sight, but her ass is exposed now…

and my father—I mean, Dean—notices. Big time.

“ Damn ,” he mouths, shaking his head at me. Like we’re sharing a secret. “Do you ever fuck her?”

“No,” I rasp back, holding Ruby tighter, more protectively.

Exactly how I did on the actual day, even though the real afternoon all those years ago never got this far.

My father never touched her. Never got as close as Dean is right now, his index finger dragging up the crack of Ruby’s ass, making her suck in a breath and snuggle closer, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Come on, angel. I’m going to help you up. I’ve got you now.”

“Okay,” she murmurs sweetly into my neck. “I’m sorry, Cameron.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I assure her, stroking her hair for a moment, then standing up.

My father—I mean, Dean—lunges to help and the sudden movement causes me to veer too quickly to the right, my knee connecting with the corner of the mattress and upsetting my balance.

Not wanting to risk stumbling while I’m holding Ruby, I let myself drop onto the bed, groaning when gravity brings her own on my lap, hard.

I’ve become a professional at hiding my erections from Ruby, but there’s no disguising this one.

“Cameron,” she gasps. “Is that…is that…?”

“Darling,” Dean says, fisting her hair and tilting it back. “I can promise you, that ain’t the first time he’s been boned up, hoping to get between those luxury thighs. Not if he’s any son of mine.”

Ah Christ, that last part even sounded like my father.

The authenticity is transporting me back to that day, only this time, Dean isn’t storming in and carrying Ruby away. She’s perched on my cock, eyes cloudy from alcohol.

“Is that true, Cameron?” Ruby asks, biting her lip. Nervous. As if I’m not looking at the hottest pair of tits in existence. “Do you like me?”

“You already know I like you, angel. I like everything about you. Your grace and wit and sincerity.” I tilt my hips, groaning over the pliancy of her bare heat where it conforms to my fly.

“But what you’re feeling against your pussy is lust. I’ve got a lot of that for you, too.

More than I could ever work off if I got my cock inside of you. ”

Her swollen lips part and she experiments with a front-to-back roll of her hips. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“That I want to fuck you in eighty positions?” I run a hand up her throat and squeeze. “My angel is too innocent for that.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be.”

Dean’s hands tug down the lace cups of Ruby’s dress, palming her tits in older, more weathered hands.

“You heard her, son. She doesn’t want to be innocent anymore.

” He frames those rose-kissed mounds, jiggling them in front of my face.

“Look at this pretty little thing. Your girlfriend will understand. A man can’t pass up virgin pussy or he’ll spend the rest of your life wishing he’d seized the chance. ”

Ruby’s cheeks are turning red. “I-I forgot about your girlfriend—”

“As soon as he’s buried between your legs and gets his first tight pump, he’s going to forget about her, too, darling.” He continues to play with Ruby’s breasts, pinching her nipples until she whimpers. “Unzip your pants, son.”

“I want to do it,” Ruby whispers, laying her lips against mine, our kiss igniting while she unbuttons my fly and lowers the zipper of my slacks, reaching a hand inside to stroke my painfully swollen cock.

“You’re tutoring me this time,” she says, rolling our foreheads together, kissing the urgent groan off my mouth.

“Do I put this in my pussy and ride on it?”

I have to grit my teeth to keep my balls from imploding. “Yes, angel. That’s exactly what you do,” I say, voice guttural. “You won’t need any tutoring after that. Your body is going to take over for you.”

“Damn right it is,” Dean grunts, taking down his own zipper, his stiff cock tumbling out of the opening. Then he slides his thumb between her lips, Ruby starting to suck as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Mouth to cunt, she’s built to fuck.”

“How did you know, Dad?”

“She’d have let me spit on it for free.” He presses his thumb deeper into the recesses of her mouth and she moans. “Ain’t that right, darling?”

Her shy nod has me gripping my cock and pressing it to her entrance, so horny now I’m on the verge of hyperventilating. “It’s time, angel. Come sit on it like a good girl.”

“Okay,” she says, dutiful as ever, lifting her hips to allow me to position myself at the right angle, before she sinks down, tight inch by blessed tight inch. “Oh, Cameron!”

That outburst is real. I can feel the authenticity in the clenching shiver of her cunt when she accepts more of me, more, her ass finally slapping down onto the tops of my thighs, my loins quickening with a gut-sick lust I’ve never experienced before.

A lancing of sharp need that transcends what I knew about sex. Because it’s her. Ruby.

“How’s the fit, son?”

“I’d say just right, but it’s way too small,” I choke out.

His laughter is dark. “That’s just right in my book.” He delivers a rough slap to Ruby’s ass. “Go on and ride him, baby. Learn how to make yourself come.”

Ruby moves slow at first, a testing up and back, round and round movement.

Then she starts a rhythmic buck, her hips swinging up and back, hitting me with a sharp scoop on the way back down.

Absolutely blowing my fucking mind. Ruining my marriage with one grind to the root.

Jesus Christ. She’s snug as hell, but she’s pliable, her walls hugging me like she’s got a custom pussy. All mine. This girl has to be mine.

Dean wraps both hands around her throat from behind. “Tell Cameron you would have let his daddy spit on your ripe little kitty.”

“I would have let him spit on my ripe little kitty,” she whimpers, riding me harder, her hips moving frantically in my lap.

“What else would you let him do?” I pant, my bruising grip on her butt now, not only so I can feel her ass muscles tauten as she rides me, but so I can urge her faster. Press her wetness down tighter to my balls. “Could he put his cock in your mouth, angel?”

“Uh-huh,” she hiccups.

“Oh Jesus ,” Dean grinds out, moving to stand at an angle in front of Ruby, pulsing inches gripped in a fist. He steps closer as Ruby turns her head, the thick length pushing into her mouth, sucking on him with a relishing moan while she bounces on my dick.

“Good girl. Suck my cock like a filthy little homewrecker. That’s just what you are. ”

That statement makes her flush to the roots of her hair, her sex growing increasingly slippery, maybe even against her will.

Maybe against all of our wills, this time together is burning us all in a flame that is reserved for hell but feels like fucking heaven.

And I want it to swallow me whole. Never let me out.

“How’s her cunt treating you down there, son?”

“It’s about to make me bust,” I groan, my hips slamming upward to meet her bounces, these glorious little bounces where she tweaks her hips when she lands, tightening the bottom of my spine like a ten-inch bolt.

“Me too. She sucks it like she’s trying to convince me to leave my wife, doesn’t she?” Dean fists Ruby’s hair, manhandling her, pushing her mouth down his cock. “Don’t you, little girl? Or are you auditioning to be our sugar baby?”

We both lose our minds when Ruby hits her peak, shuddering and whining over the term sugar baby, Dean’s cock still stuffed halfway down her throat.

The rapid seize of her cunt and the spasms that follow dropkick me into oblivion, along with Dean draining himself in her mouth, come dripping down her chin as he pumps, pumps, pumps, his wedding ring hand tangled in her hair, our bellows mingling and filling the bedroom.

Long minutes later, we gather our girl up between us and drop into a blackout sleep, none of us wanting to face tomorrow. None of us ready to say goodbye.