Denzel didn't move, and neither did I. He was a statue of warm, hard muscle against my back, his breath finally evening out, but his c**k remained a thick, pulses-heavy presence inside me.
The sliding doors groaned open in the distance, the sound of Lexi returning from the pool, her damp footsteps slapping against the hardwood of the hallway.
"Dad? Tori?" her voice called out, muffled by the distance but getting closer.
My heart did a frantic dance against my ribs. "Denzel, please," I hissed, my voice a broken thread. "She’s right there."
Instead of pulling away, Denzel’s grip tightened on my hips. His eyes, dark and turbulent, locked onto mine in the reflection of the glass cabinets. He didn't look afraid; rather he looked possessed.
He began to move again, a slow, agonizingly deep g
