(CANCELLED) Secrets Of The Father

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Zayn

She never told me her name. The girl left her contact name in my phone as a single O. Olivia maybe? I'm not sure.

As much as I wish could go into the office today to make sure things are in order, I'm stuck at home watching Rachel while Lauren's at work. She works for some important fashion company and only gets Sundays off. Dad left his banking company to me which means my only responsibility is watching over it. I didn't realize how much work the boss doesn't have to do until I was put in the position.

I finally get Rachel to take a nap. The time on my watch reads five o'clock. Lauren must be on her break. I dial her number and she doesn't answer. I don't try again.

Who knew there was such thing as a house husband? I'd imagined our future so differently. A future we're I was running dad's company full time while Lauren was at home taking care of our kid, baking and doing whatever woman do. I guess life had other plans.

Lauren comes home around half past ten. As soon as she enters the front door she begins stripping out of her clothes. Her fingers go to work on the buttons of her shirt as she makes her way towards me. The shirt comes off and she stands before me in her lace bra and that tight pencil skirt I love so much.

I've picked up on her pattern. When she has to work long hours, the first thing she wants to do as soon as she walks through the door is have sex. Not that I mind or anything but I'd much rather talk to her about her day. But Lauren's wants always conquer mine. Most of the time she fucks me to relieve stress. I guess I'm more than willing to be her stress reliever.

"Hey, baby," I greet her.

Like an animal in heat, she quickly peels off her pencil skirt and stares at me daringly.

"Hey," she hums seductively, reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra.

"So, how was work?"

Without answering, she climbs on top of me, straddling my thighs. She pecks my lips and leans down to drags her tongue along my neck. My hands rest on her thighs as I draw tiny circles on her lace underwear.

"Exhausting."

"Did you design anything today?"

"Mhm," she hums.

I groan when she grinds her hips against mine. This woman's got a libido like no other.

Lauren drags her hands along my chest, her fingernail digging into the material of my tank top.

"I've been thinking about you all day," she whispers in my ear.

"Yeah?"

"Yes." She slips a hand into my jeans that I have yet to change out of.

My fingers dig into the skin of her thighs when she eases my hardness inside her with one swift movement of her hand. She throws her head back and releases a moan. I move my hips to match her movement and I succumb to pleasure. I'll never get tired of sex with her. It's like a coffee addiction. I rest my head on the back of the couch as she rides me fast and consistently.
That feeling begins to form in the pit of my stomach. I'm not going to last long. We lock eyes once she begins to tighten around my cock and she stares at me desperately. Her orgasm pushes me over the edge and I come inside her, the both of us sighing in unison.