Dirty Revenge: An Ex's Dad Romance (Dirty Series Book 5)

Chapter 1 Penelope

“Fuck me.”

Bryce, my ex-boyfriend”s dad, opens the door to his office, and those are the first words I say as soon as he closes it. His face shows nothing, but he freezes with his hand on the doorknob.

Slowly, he peels off and goes to his desk. The silence is defining, and I wonder how I got here.

But I do know.

A few days ago, I visited my boyfriend, who’s still in college. It was one of his last classes, and I thought we could hang out. I’ve been thinking about the big day.

No, not marriage or even graduation.

I mean sex.

I’m a virgin. I wanted to find someone I really liked. I’ve had a couple of boyfriends before, but I didn’t want to have sex with any of them. But then I met Cameron Dallas. Shaggy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was cute, and all the girls wanted him, but I got him. Our first date was after the college football game, and we went for food at a local restaurant. It wasn’t fancy, but it felt nice.

I wanted to make our Valentine’s Day special this year.

We’ve been going out for about nine months. I was so enamored by Cameron being okay with waiting. I told him I was a virgin, and he smiled and said he’d wait until I was ready.

As I walked up the stairs to the library where we usually met, I browsed through the shelves only to find Cameron tongue deep in one of the cheerleaders. His hand was up her skirt, and they were making out hard.

I froze. Not a word or a sound came for me as I watched my boyfriend make out with another woman. It wasn’t until a pair of students came around the corner that the lovers looked up and saw me. The other students snickered and joked about ‘getting caught,’ and I bolted.

I ran back to my car and drove home in a fit of sadness, and then the rage came. That’s when I thought of having sex with Cameron’s dad. I wanted revenge. I wanted to do something that would make him as mad as he made me. That would hurt him as bad as he hurt me.

I spent a few days crying and deciding if screwing Bryce was a good idea, and finally, I settled on yes. It was a good idea.

Bryce is a very handsome man. Short dark hair, brown eyes, and high cheekbones. He has a light dusting of gray hair on the sides of his head. He’s also very strict and dominating. He would often scare me a bit. He is very intimidating. Bryce is a judge in our city, and everything about him makes him the perfect man for the job.

So I donned a tight black T-shirt, a pencil skirt and high heels. I need to look sexy and adult to get his attention. I’ve seen the women he’s usually with. They’re all tall, gorgeous, and very serious—like him.

I’m tired of being a virgin. I just want to have sex. I thought Cameron was going to be the one, but after what I saw, even if he said he’d never do it again, there’s no way I’m letting his penis near me.

Bryce, on the other hand…

His handsome face forms in my mind, and I smile. I could do him.

Back in the real world, Bryce stands in front of me with his arms crossed, looking down at me.

“What?” he asks.

“I-I said fuck me.” I stutter, trying to hold my ground.

“Aren’t you dating my son?” he asks.

Well, at least he’s not saying no. That’s a good sign.

“Not anymore,” I say sternly.

“What are you doing, Penelope?” The way he says my name in that baritone voice sends shivers down my spine.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I ask, trying to be coy and seductive.

I’m not sure it’s working.

“Don’t play games with me.” Bryce takes a step forward, and he’s close enough I can feel the heat coming off his body. His scent overpowers me. It’s some sort of musky cologne. It’s very manly and suits his overall personality.

“I-” I’m not sure what to do. In my head, he says yes and fucks me on his desk.

I should’ve known a judge would have better, you know, judgment.

“What did he do?” His question takes me down a peg.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say softly.

“I don’t care. You come in here and ask me to fuck you, Penelope. Clearly, this has Cameron all over it, and if you intend to use me, I want to know why.”

I don’t want to admit what Cameron did. But Bryce looks down at me with his dark eyes, which are so compelling.

“He cheated on me.”

“Mmm, this is a revenge plot you’ve cooked up.”

God, it sounds so bad when I hear it out loud.

“I guess.” My voice is low, and I’m staring at the ground.

I shouldn’t have come. What business do I have seducing my ex’s dad and losing my virginity out of anger? But the way he’s standing there in all his power makes it look like it’d be good. I bet he’d be thorough. In control. Maybe a bit dominant.

My pussy flutters as the realization dawns on me. I want to have sex with Bryce. Not just out of revenge. I want to know what it feels like.

Have I always felt this way?

I think of the times I’ve seen Bryce while hanging out with Cameron. I thought he was attractive, but I was dating Cameron.

Maybe I wasn’t dating him as much as I was led to believe.

My mind is spinning, but it calms when Bryce gets my attention.

“Penelope.” I look up into his eyes, and I can’t help but wonder if they get darker when he comes.

“Hmm,” I try to ground myself, which is hard since these heels make me feel five feet off the ground.

“You really want to do this?” he asks, taking another step forward.

I nod.

Yes, I do.

Bryce places his hands on either side of me on the door. Caging me in.

“You know, I might be enough of a bastard to take you up on your offer.”

He looks from my eyes to my lips, and hope flutters inside me.

He licks his lips and slides his hand down to my thigh. His warm hand settles over the material of my skirt, and then he slowly lifts up the hem. Anticipation builds within me as my mind fills with visions of what he’ll do. No fantasy compares to his hands actually on me.

He lifts my skirt until my panties are showing. I went for my smallest pair. And no bra.

I moan when Bryce cups my pussy.

God, this is so much better than what I imagined.

“Is this hot little pussy wet, Penelope?” he asks, his voice getting deeper and sexier.

I nod. I can feel my arousal soaking my panties. I’ve been getting myself worked up, fantasizing about how this would go. I’d touch myself in bed at night and imagine having sex with Bryce and Cameron walking in. I want him to see what payback looks like. I want to teach him that you don’t cheat on people unless you want them to go and fuck your dad.

The fantasy is slightly helped by the fact that Cameron and Bryce don’t get along.

Bryce rubs my clit in circles, and I widen my legs as far as possible. He leans down, getting very close to my face. So close I can see the lines around his eyes and even his pupils.

“You’re a naughty girl, Penelope. Coming in here, seducing your boyfriend”s dad. Good girls aren’t supposed to do that.”

“Being good is overrated,” I quip.

Bryce chuckles and moves my panties to the side. I throw my head back as his finger touches my bare pussy. I even got waxed for that douchebag.

When he pushes his finger inside me, I feel an orgasm start to build. He slowly finger-fucks me. With each thrust, he brushes against my g-spot, bringing me closer to orgasm.

“Did he ever make you feel this good, Penelope?” he asks,

I shake my head.

“N-no.”

He adds a second finger, and we both groan.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Mmhm,” I moan, closing my eyes and enjoying the ride.

“Are you a virgin, Penelope?” My eyes shoot open.

Damn, I was hoping he wouldn’t ask me that. People get so weird when you say you’re a virgin, and I don’t want to stop.

But as he looks down at me, I feel incapable of lying. Plus, he’s a judge. Catching liars is part of his job.

I nod.

“Yes. But please don’t stop,” I beg.

His nostrils flare, and I swear his eyes go darker. His hand starts to move again, and it’s faster than before. And harder. He thrusts two fingers inside me, and it feels so good. My orgasm starts building again, and I open my legs wider to get more of him.

“I can’t believe no one has broken in this tight little pussy.” His dirty words spur me on, Even though I should be offended.

But if there is anything that romance books have taught me, sometimes it’s fun to have people say nasty things. And this is one of those cases. I want him to get nasty.

Taking my moans as a hint, he goes on.

“Fuck, you are bad. A filthy dirty girl. Coming in here, with your pussy aching and wet. Wanting to fuck your boyfriend’s dad. You going to come on my fingers, dirty girl?”

I nod frantically as he thrusts harder, and I feel so close to coming. Out of nowhere, Bryce grabs the back of my head with his other hand and pulls me in for a kiss. His lips are harsh against mine, but it is the best kiss I’ve ever had. His tongue slides between my lips, and as soon as I hear him growl against my lips, I come on his fingers.

I moan into his mouth, and Bryce doesn’t stop until he’s wrung every drop from me.

As I come out of my haze, Bryce slips out his fingers and licks off my arousal. That gets me going again, and I can’t wait to feel his cock inside of me.

“I’ll make you a deal, Penelope,” he says and straightens his clothing. “Rest, then come back tomorrow. If you still want to revenge fuck me, then I’ll fuck you six ways from Sunday. Okay?”

Disappointment stirs within me, but his offer is rational, and I nod in agreement.

“Okay,” Bryce pulls down my skirt, and I smooth it out before he opens his office door and lets me out.

Before leaving, he says, “I want you to be one hundred percent sure about this, Penelope. Because you know you can’t go back if we do this.”

I nod and leave his office, feeling good from the orgasm but also like I’m missing something.