Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 24: He Wants to See

Mila's pov

Though I felt embarrassed to show him how I tried to seduce his son, Mr. Williams reminded me of something.

"You know, some of these pictures I’m familiar with. It was how you and I originally began talking, remember?"

Feeling my cheeks burn, I covered my face laughing shyly. I was grateful for his sense of humor and lightening up the situation.

"You can show me,” he said, “You have nothing to feel ashamed of."

Dropping my hands from my face, I picked up my phone and found my chat history with Everett. As I handed him the phone, my stomach dropped like I was on a roller coaster.

Digging my nails into my palms I prayed he wasn’t going to cut ties with me after this. My heart tapped against my rib cage, threatening to pound. Then, a surge of adrenaline hit me. He hadn’t even made it that far and I was panicked.

As he began scrolling through it, I studied his face and body, hypervigilant for any signs of upset. Part of me wanted to turn away so I wouldn’t see his disapproval, but the other part couldn’t tear myself away. When he turned to me, cold sweat trickled down my back. Surprisingly, he pulled me onto his lap as he held the phone in front of me.

"That's an impressive one," he commented quietly, pointing to one of me on my back, my knees dropped to my sides, feet touching, running my fingers on my pussy. Blushing, I glanced at him, feeling his cock swelling as my ass brushed over it.

Sliding his hands between my legs, he delicately moved his fingers up my thighs. Then, with force he spread them open. From the outside of my jeans, he used his thumb to strum against the seam. The vibration against my clit made my pussy tighten up and flex.

My core radiated as my breathing picked up. Grasping his hand, I pushed it to me, feeling how warm his palm was. He took over for me and began caressing me from the outside, stimulating my labia, making my lips swell against the tight fabric.

"This one too," he pointed. The photo was of me in thigh highs and black lingerie, my slick tongue wrapped around my vibrator. He was taking his time as he scrolled up reading every message and studying each image intently. As he opened my pictures and they filled the screen, his pants grew tighter against me until I could feel him fully engorged.

When he finally arrived at the end he said, "I see you haven't talked dirty to him since you and I began chatting.” I nodded against him as he reached into my jeans. I leaned into his muscular chest.

"Why would I?" I asked, dropping my head back on his shoulder. "Everett doesn't know how to handle a slut like me."

Smiling with a mischievous gleam in his eye, he nodded.

"I told you so."

I draped both hands around his neck, still facing forward. He reached around to my chest with his other arm and gripped my fits in his big hands. Squeezing them, he pinched my nipples through my shirt and bra. They were poking through two layers of material, so constricted they could cut glass. I reached up to him as he kissed and sucked on my neck.

Feverishly, he moved his fingers in between my shirt buttons, caressing my warm skin. Slowly, he unbuttoned my shirt. The straps of my bra naturally dropped on my shoulders as I gazed up at him in admiration.

My chest fluttered when he noticed the way I was looking at him. It thrilled him to see how much I bowed down to him figuratively and literally. Everything about me screamed that I was his.

Gripping my jaw tightly he kissed me deeply, pressing his tongue to mine. I delicately probed his mouth. Shuddering into his mouth, I moved over him like I was giving him a lap dance.

He gripped my hips controlling the direction I went. Every time I moved clockwise his dick flexed against me.

“You’re my good girl, devoted to me,” he growled with pleasure.

“Fuck yes,” I said, gasping, feeling my pussy dripping. "And I want to make you come from this. Think you can?" I whispered, praying he'd say yes.

"I'm sure that I could but," he paused then gently slid me off him into the chair beside him. "I think you should head straight home," he said. Staring at the bulge between his legs, I couldn’t believe he was pushing me away.

"Now?" I asked, tilting my head, furrowing my brow. He nodded. "Why?" I felt let down.

"Because it's what is best. Listen to me."

"But I want you," I whined, clinging to his hand, sucking on each of his fingers. "Is it taboo for us to fuck here or something? Do you not want women to dirty up your house?" I kissed his thumb then his palm. When he didn’t answer I let my desire lead the way.

Dropping to my knees, I scratched his cock the same way he was touching me before. I could feel his balls were tight. While I caressed them, he suddenly pressed my face between his legs. Rubbing my cheek along it, I felt like I was in love with his beautiful cock. It had the ability to make me feel such ecstasy.

"Please let me suck you," I begged quietly, biting my bottom lip, feeling my pussy drenching my jeans. The seam was pressing against my swollen clit and as I moved it was making me even wetter. He pulled my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

"You worship my cock, don't you?" he asked. My heart began to race, and I felt my pupils dilate with excitement. My core tightened with anticipation and pleasure.

"Oh, you have no idea," I answered gazing into his dark eyes. With my teeth, I gripped his belt and began pulling it through the buckle, but then the doorbell rang. My stomach knotted up. I glanced at him quickly rising.

“I’ll answer it,” I said, trying to regain composure. He nodded to me, fixing his clothes and trying to hide his hard on. I stared at it with longing, nearly drooling. I wanted it in my mouth so bad.

After buttoning myself up, I went to the door, expecting it to be Everett, but it was not. Instead, a sexy stranger stood before me.

"Hello," I said. "How can I help you?"

"I'm here with dessert," she said. I felt a pang of jealousy in my chest when I noticed how exceptionally beautiful she was.

She had an alluring, voluptuous figure, exuding mature, ripe beauty. Notably, she wore an apron, which accentuated her curves. She pinned her eyes to me, glancing at me up and down in what I perceived to be a judging, hostile nature.

"Who are you and what about Mr. Williams?"