Massio
Veronica is in the entrance, and I revel in the way her jaw has dropped and her eyes have widened. Her face is comical, to say the least.
I knew it was daring entering the grotto with Thea. Hell, who am I kidding? I felt Veronica’s beady eyes on me the entire time.
Some might say the move was stupid, but with the feral way I feel toward Thea, I’m done caring about the fallout.
Veronica stares straight at us, anger radiating from her, and the air swirls between us.
Thea is unaware of her mother’s presence, and I smirk in Veronica’s direction, adding a wink just to be an ass.
Each flick of my girl’s tongue is an aphrodisiac, and the way her nails bite into my skin has me pushing inside her deeper and deeper, causing her to choke around me.
“That’s it, choke for Daddy.” I lean forward and grip her throat, pressing on the sides so hard it’ll probably bruise.
Feeling the bulge of my thick cock there sends a violent wave of unadulterated passion through me.
“Jesus, you take Daddy so well.” Pure bliss hits me.
“Holy fuck, yesss!” I grunt as my cock expands in her mouth, and warmth floods her throat.
“Swallow it all down, Little Brat. Swallow it down for Daddy.” I release her throat and drop back against the tiles, and with my chest heaving, I slip from Thea’s mouth with a slick pop.
She sucks in sharp gasps of air. Her hair is tousled, her cheeks rosy, and spittle pours from her mouth. She looks thoroughly face-fucked. “Jesus, you’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I push her hair behind her ear, loving the way she melts into my touch. “Daddy loves you, Little Brat.”
A loud huff is heard, and Thea spins, her eyes widening, but Veronica is nowhere to be seen.
A rush of uncertainty zips up my spine, and I’m beginning to second-guess my recklessness; the consequences may very well be our downfall.