Amara, how’s everything coming along in there?” Dad asked from behind my bedroom door.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back my moans, and dug my nails into his shoulders. He pounded his fingers deeper inside of me. I arched my back and threw my head back.
“It’s coming along.” Mr. Williams chuckled. My fingers dug deeper into his skin as I desperately tried to keep my moans quiet. “Isn’t it, Amara?"
My legs trembled as the pleasure pulsed out of me. “Yes,” I said.
I listened—quite distantly—to my Dad’s footsteps padding away.
And when he did, I sank into the bed and took a deep breath. This was definitely not how I was expecting this night to go.
When we finished, we walked back down to the dining room as if nothing had happened.
Dad smiled at me as we entered. “Did you finish?”
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