Sins of the Father Read Online Free
Author: Evelyn Glass
the master bathroom. The tub was absolutely huge; she was pretty sure that she’d be able to entirely submerge herself, if she wanted to. There were several bottles of different oils and bubbles lined up on a pretty metal shelf above the bath itself. She poked through, and found something that smelled of vanilla and earthy spices. She ran the tub, setting the water hot enough to turn her skin bright pink, and poured a healthy dose of the fragrant oil into the water. Alex had a convenient tablet dock set on just far enough away that it wouldn’t get splashed accidentally, but close enough that someone in the tub could tap the screen. Someone could read in the bath, or watch a movie. Or conduct a video call.
She propped the tablet up in the dock, and as if she’d cast a summon Alex spell, an alert buzzed on her phone. She did her best to will away the blush that was threatening to flood her cheeks, and swiped to accept the call.
She could see Alex, now. His phone was propped up as well. On his desk, she thought, based on the big leather chair he sat in. He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned his coat, but she couldn’t see anything else. “Hi,” she said. Was she seriously getting embarrassed now? She’d fucked him rotten this very morning, was she actually going to blush about letting him watch her take a bath?
It wasn’t going to be just a bath, of course. She’d known Alexander Blankenship for just a few days, and she already knew that he didn’t do anything by half measures.
She saw his arm moving almost idly, his bicep flexing in the sleeve of his shirt, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth to swallow the moan that wanted to escape. “Did you start the party without me?”
He raised an eyebrow, and then laughed. “Zoey, I’ve been half hard since just a couple of minutes after I came in your mouth. I walked into my office and saw the desk, remembered fucking you, and nearly excused myself to stroke myself off all over again.”
The crass words coming from that exquisitely shaped mouth, the body wrapped in that expensive suit, made her even wetter. “Alex,” she whispered, and he smiled.
“Have you been a good girl?” he asked. “Kept your hands out of your pants?”
Her pussy clenched again, and she had to focus on him. “It’s only been a few hours. I can hold out that long.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” he said. “But I want to know if you did.” His arm was moving with a touch more purpose now. She wondered if he’d taken himself in hand, yet, or if he was just stroking his bulge through his pants.
“I was a good little princess,” she said, and she could both hear and see his sharp intake of breath, just a tiny bit out of sync on the screen. “I haven’t touched myself at all since you left.”
“Do you want to?” His voice was hardly more than a thread of sound.”
“No,” she said. “No, right now? I want you to touch me.”
“I want that, too,” he murmured. “I want to taste you on my tongue, and I want to feel you clench around my cock, but since I can’t come home an hour after I got to work, this is the best I can do for right now. What do you think?”
“Tell me what you want,” she said. She was wet and eager, and she was ready to give him anything that he wanted.
“Strip,” he said.
The tub was full; she shut off the water, then stood, and slowly pulled the sweater he’d bought her over her head. She heard a quiet sound from him as she bent forward, letting her small breasts fall into a gentle swell as she unbuttoned the jeans and skimmed them down and off her hips. She stood there in the bra and panties he’d bought her, and waited.
“Keep going.”
“What about you?” She put enough tease in her voice to make him smile.
“I can’t very well strip naked in my own office. What if Brianna were to walk in?”
She giggled a little. She’d only met
She propped the tablet up in the dock, and as if she’d cast a summon Alex spell, an alert buzzed on her phone. She did her best to will away the blush that was threatening to flood her cheeks, and swiped to accept the call.
She could see Alex, now. His phone was propped up as well. On his desk, she thought, based on the big leather chair he sat in. He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned his coat, but she couldn’t see anything else. “Hi,” she said. Was she seriously getting embarrassed now? She’d fucked him rotten this very morning, was she actually going to blush about letting him watch her take a bath?
It wasn’t going to be just a bath, of course. She’d known Alexander Blankenship for just a few days, and she already knew that he didn’t do anything by half measures.
She saw his arm moving almost idly, his bicep flexing in the sleeve of his shirt, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth to swallow the moan that wanted to escape. “Did you start the party without me?”
He raised an eyebrow, and then laughed. “Zoey, I’ve been half hard since just a couple of minutes after I came in your mouth. I walked into my office and saw the desk, remembered fucking you, and nearly excused myself to stroke myself off all over again.”
The crass words coming from that exquisitely shaped mouth, the body wrapped in that expensive suit, made her even wetter. “Alex,” she whispered, and he smiled.
“Have you been a good girl?” he asked. “Kept your hands out of your pants?”
Her pussy clenched again, and she had to focus on him. “It’s only been a few hours. I can hold out that long.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” he said. “But I want to know if you did.” His arm was moving with a touch more purpose now. She wondered if he’d taken himself in hand, yet, or if he was just stroking his bulge through his pants.
“I was a good little princess,” she said, and she could both hear and see his sharp intake of breath, just a tiny bit out of sync on the screen. “I haven’t touched myself at all since you left.”
“Do you want to?” His voice was hardly more than a thread of sound.”
“No,” she said. “No, right now? I want you to touch me.”
“I want that, too,” he murmured. “I want to taste you on my tongue, and I want to feel you clench around my cock, but since I can’t come home an hour after I got to work, this is the best I can do for right now. What do you think?”
“Tell me what you want,” she said. She was wet and eager, and she was ready to give him anything that he wanted.
“Strip,” he said.
The tub was full; she shut off the water, then stood, and slowly pulled the sweater he’d bought her over her head. She heard a quiet sound from him as she bent forward, letting her small breasts fall into a gentle swell as she unbuttoned the jeans and skimmed them down and off her hips. She stood there in the bra and panties he’d bought her, and waited.
“Keep going.”
“What about you?” She put enough tease in her voice to make him smile.
“I can’t very well strip naked in my own office. What if Brianna were to walk in?”
She giggled a little. She’d only met
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