Your Dad Will Do (A Touch of Taboo)

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He fills the doorway, a large man with broad shoulders, big hands, and a smattering of salt and pepper in his hair. He’s in his late forties, some twenty-ish years older than me. Shane frowns as recognition slips over his handsome face. “Lily? What are you doing here?” We stop at a light and he’s watching me again, dark eyes intense. “I liked her a whole hell of a lot.” Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do: he was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it. It’s yet another indication of the many ways that my relationship with Max wasn’t operating on all cylinders. His freaking father can do more with a single swipe of his thumb than Max was ever interested in doing with his entire body. Then again, Max and I only ever had polite, friendly sex—which was not what I found him doing with his secretary when I showed up unexpectedly at his office. It’s not what I suspect he was doing with the others I suspect came before her.

My face is flaming and I can’t tell if it’s a blush or the aftermath of my sobbing session. “The plug feels funny.” And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel. He keeps fondling me as if he can divine the very answer out of my flesh. I watch a car pull up and park at the sex toy shop. “We’re out in the open.” I stand in a daze and stumble upstairs to obey. My whole body feels like an exposed nerve, denied pleasure even more painful than my still-stinging ass. It only gets worse when I pull the panties on. The fabric against my aching pussy and ass is agonizing. I’m still processing when he climbs in through the driver’s door and shuts it. Shane gives me a long look. “You’re not a dirty little secret.”Strong's 3756: No, not. Also ouk, and ouch a primary word; the absolute negative adverb; no or not. I slam onto him, but it’s not enough. I don’t know if anything will be enough. “It hurts. It hurts so much.” Wet,” Shane murmurs. “Were you that wet for me that day? Would you have let me…” He pushes two broad fingers into me. “You would have, wouldn’t you?”

That’s even prettier.” He pushes two fingers into me. The intrusion feels so much more filling with the plug in. “Say my name again, Lily.”I’m so busy preparing myself for that swift exit that it takes me several long second to register that he’s leveraged himself up and is searching my face. “Lily.” There’s a note of concern in the way he says my name, as if it’s not the first time. Not we. You are exposed. Spread out in only these tease of garters.” He spreads my pussy with his free hand and bends down to ghost his exhale against my clit. “You’re thinking about the look on his face if he found us like this.”

No, not like this.” He traces a blunt finger around my opening. “You’d have to be feeling particularly brave to sit down here in nothing more than a throw blanket and watch a movie and expect me not to do anything about it.” Don’t be sorry.” He tilts my face up, his grip tightening when I try to turn away. “Don’t ever apologize to me for what you’re feeling.” He wipes away my tears, his touch achingly tender. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.” Ye are of a father -- the devil, and the desires of your father ye will to do; he was a man-slayer from the beginning, and in the truth he hath not stood, because there is no truth in him; when one may speak the falsehood, of his own he speaketh, because he is a liar -- also his father.It’s only when the opening credits of a bullshit action movie start that I go still. “I was lying between you two like this.” I’d have to be a selfish asshole to take advantage of you when you’re like this.” But he’s looking at me in the way I’ve always fantasized about, like he has a thousand things he wants to do to my body and hasn’t decided where he wants to start. You belong to your father the devil, and you want to carry out the desires of your father. He was a murderer from the beginning and has never stood for truth, since there is no truth in him. Whenever he tells a lie, he speaks in character, because he is a liar and the father of lies. I stare blindly at the wall, trying to process the sheer amount of pleasure against how hot his words make me. How wrong they are. I should leave it at that, shouldn’t look deeper into them no matter what he says about keeping me. I’m not naive enough to think that anything said in the middle of sex can be held up to the light.