Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHARLIE
As soon as my father stepped out of the room, I shot up in my seat and made a beeline for the glass room where I had left Athena. Something wasn’t right about what he had said, nor could I figure out why he had said it.
Paying for her meal? Slipping into the restroom with her? Was he trying to impress her?
While I knew he had never been faithful to my mother, Athena wasn’t his type. Did my entire family just have something against me being fucking happy? Did they want to see me rot, just like them? Well, too fucking bad.
After unlocking the door, I stepped into the room and spotted Athena on the bed, how I had left her, except now she was awake. I scanned the rest of the room for any sign of that fucker because I didn’t trust him.
“Where’d you run off to?” Athena asked from the bed, her red hair wild, like she had just been thoroughly fucked and was well rested. She pulled the blankets up to her chin, her eyes hazy, the way they always were when her pussy was wet.
Growling, I closed and locked the door behind me. “Do you want to go home?”
“Why? Do you?”
“Do you want to go home, Athena?”
When I said her name, she widened her eyes. “No …”
I tugged off my shirt and changed the glass so everyone outside could see into the room. “Good, because I’m going to make you come until you can’t stand.”
Athena sat up in the bed. “Charlie—ah!”
I snatched up her ankle from underneath the blankets and tugged her to the very edge of the bed, and then I ripped the covers off her so everyone at Radiant could see how lucky I was that Athena was mine.
While my father had walked out of the room during our conversation, I’d bet that he hadn’t left Radiant yet. He was still here, lurking, waiting to get Athena alone. And I wasn’t sure if he would try to pay her off or sleep with her himself by the way he had acted.
So, I planned to show him who she belonged to … me.
“W-wasn’t earlier enough—” Athena started. “Oh God!”
After I pressed my mouth against her pussy, she arched her back and tugged on my hair. I flicked my tongue against her clit repeatedly and pushed two fingers into that tight little hole. Athena’s legs jerked up.
“Charlie!” she cried.
“That’s fucking right. Scream my name, baby.”
Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, and suddenly, she made a mess on them. She dug her heels into the mattress as an orgasm exploded through her, desperately trying to squirm away. But I wasn’t going to let her go anywhere.
I wrapped my hand around her throat and pinned her to the mattress.
“Charlie,” she whimpered, pushing my head away. “Charlie, it’s too much pressure!”
My lips wrapped around her clit, and I sucked, my gaze on her face. I pushed my fingers into her, finding her G-spot and massaging it over and over. She arched her back again, her cunt wrapping tightly around me.
She was going to come again. And again. And again. And again.
I didn’t care how long it took. I’d make sure that fucker knew Athena wasn’t going anywhere with him. Athena was mine. Only I could make her feel this good. Only I could give her this pleasure.
He wanted to talk about me not being enough for Athena? Well, an old prick like him wasn’t going to last this long with her. So, he could shut his fucking mouth and watch me please my wife.
Athena grabbed the blankets in her fists and yanked up on them, exploding around me again. And still, I didn’t pull my mouth away. I began pumping my fingers into her this time, my other hand traveling from her neck to her nipples and squeezing.
“Oh my fucking God!” she screamed. “Oh my fucking God! Oh my fucking God!”
Another orgasm.
Then another.
And another.
When Athena’s body didn’t stop trembling, I flipped her onto her stomach so she was facing the glass walls, and then I crawled on top of her from behind, one hand around her throat and the other gently caressing her body.
“Charlie,” she whimpered. “Charlie, it’s too much.”
“Do you feel good?” I murmured against her neck.
She pressed her thighs together and nodded.
So, I snaked my arm around her waist and dipped my hand between her legs, fondling her pussy once more. I ground my hard cock against her ass, getting myself off too from the sight of my wife coming more times than I could count.
“You didn’t tell me that someone paid for your brunch this morning,” I said into her ear.
“Huh?” she asked in a haze.
“You didn’t tell me someone paid for your brunch this morning.”
She laid her cheek on the mattress and gazed back at me. “I must’ve forgotten. Is that what this … is about?”
“No, this is about the man who paid; he was my father.”
Athena widened her eyes. “Charlie, I didn’t—”
“He said that you were in the restroom with him.”
“What?!” she exclaimed. “I was not. I bumped into him while exiting the—”
“I know; I know,” I said, kissing her shoulder.
“Charlie, I promise that nothing happened.”
“I know that you wouldn’t betray me.” I placed another kiss on her neck. “I trust you.”
I tugged up on her hair so her upper body was pressed against the mattress but everyone outside could see my wife’s pretty face. And behold, the man of the hour, my own father, stood front and center, watching us.
I rubbed her clit in small circles, sucking on her skin. “Tell everyone who owns you.”
“You do,” she said between moans. “You do. You do. You do! You do!”
“Louder,” I growled. “I want everyone to know before we leave Radiant tonight.”
“Charlie Easton owns me!” she cried even louder, her eyes hazy, her lips swollen, and her pussy clenching around my fingers. “Charlie Easton owns my pussy, my body, my mind.” Her toes curled. “Me!”
“Good girl,” I murmured, kissing on her neck. “That’s my good fucking girl.”