Small Town Secrets

Yet the car continues to move, and soon enough we’ll be home, where I’m expected to act normal. To help serve cake and coffee to Henry and Conor, who are coming over. To pour ice water while smiling like a gracious hostess. And yet, what I really want is to be laid out by Conor and fucked with a ferocity I’m ashamed of. Fucked by Conor’s huge, pulsing cock in holes I’m ashamed to even say. Again, I feel my pussy grow slippery for him, and resolve to change my panties as soon as we’re home. To splash my face with cold water. To pretend I can play it as cool as he can. Because god help me … but I’m gonna need it.

Chapter Eight

Conor

I admit I was surprised when Dad’s new fiancée walked in and her daughter turned out to be Carrie. I admit that I was momentarily overcome by those warm, innocent brown eyes, wide with shocked recognition as she saw me. But I caught myself and didn’t let on that we knew each other. After all, I’m the king of disguise. I’ve handled dozens of corporate negotiations with billions on the table, so it was easy to pretend that everything was okay.

Plus, I want Dad to be happy. He deserves it after being married three times. That last woman was terrible. She tried to hit on me, believe it or not. Her own stepson, despite the fact the woman was nearing seventy. I was disgusted and happy as hell when it turned out she was two-timing my dad.

But Carrie’s another story. Obviously, my innocent brunette could hardly process what was happening. Sitting at my left, she barely touched her food, which I actually think is a shame. Her full figure had given me so much pleasure, and to see her eat and enjoy her meal would have made her even more adorable. But she was clearly too unsettled by these new developments to have much of an appetite.

And yet, my control’s not perfect because ultimately, the beautiful brunette got to me. I noticed everything about Carrie. The way she didn’t say a word the whole time, barely eating, but softly panting, her huge, soft tits heaving gently inside her respectable dress. I had the urge to reach over and touch her milky skin. To put my hand in her neck and crush her to me, forcing those pure eyes to look into mine while pushing her plump lips open with my thumb. Oh yeah. So I did it.

I had intended to tease her a little, just some casual fun. To prove to myself that I could feel her pussy and come away a sane man. But I hadn’t expected to find her so wet for me, warm and pulsing. I already had a raging hard-on when I started running my fingers up her thigh, but by the time I was done tormenting her, it was my cock throbbing painfully against the raw material of my jeans, close to bursting. Sweet Jesus. I can still smell her musky scent on my fingers as I drive my car behind Dad’s, on our way to Elaine’s place for coffee and cake.

I might be able to fool Carrie with my coolness, making her think I’m Mr. Suave. But I can feel the caveman rising in me again, the same animalistic urges she started inciting in me from the first time I saw her. That aggressive urge to claim her, to pin her soft milky curves under the weight of my own body, with my cock so hard inside that impossibly tight pussy. That tiny creaming cunt with the cherry I popped. No other man has ever been there, and thinking of any other animal going near her makes me near blind with rage. Maybe I need to have her one more time. Just once more. Yeah, that’s it. And then the woman will be out of my system.

I park my car behind Dad’s outside the modest little suburban house and get out. Dad is grinning, and claps me on the back as we walk up the driveway past Elaine’s sedan.

“What do you think?” asks Dad. “She’s really something, isn’t she?”

“She’s great, Dad,” I answer, my thoughts not on Elaine, but her daughter.

“Thanks for making such an effort, Son,” Henry continues. “I know you’ve got a lot on your plate right now. It means a lot that you came back to Riverbend for the weekend.”

I grunt vaguely. “Sure no problem.”

Henry continues.

“Elaine loves you. Maybe next time you can bring Clarissa with you and make it a real family event.”

Oh shit. Clarissa. I’d completely forgotten.

“Right,” I mumble. Dad squeezes my shoulder.

“How’s that going, anyway?” he adds with a wink. “Have you decided to pop the question?”

I don’t answer. What the hell am I supposed to say to that? Especially given what just happened at the restaurant?