Page 4 of Hunted for Halloween
The fact that someone can hear my cries of pleasure doesn't stop me from releasing them. They are loud, strange and embarrassing and it's hard to resonate with the fact that it's a man I don't know who's driving me crazy with his fingers.
“Such a good fucking girl.” He grunts into my neck, nibbling on the sensitive spot as he scissors his fingers inside me, pushing down on my clit with his thumb.
“Oh, God.” My orgasm rocks through me, eliciting a deafening moan from me as I shatter all over his fingers like a fucking whore.
As the lustful haze slowly clears off with me breathing heavily into his chest, he smooths his palm over my blonde hair, pressing a soft kiss to it like he's telling me that I just did well.
It makes me blush so hard.
But then, it dawns on me that I just got fingered by a stranger in a corn maze. I couldn’t help but tell my bestie before going home.
Chapter Two
AURORA
“Dad!” I shriek once I burst through the doors to our two story mansion like a little girl.
My dad's tall, lean figure graces my view. He's standing before one of the numerous maids in the house, holding two bottles of red wine. He instantly shoves them into her hands, striding towards me with delight.
“My beautiful Angel!” his deep voice resonates through the spacious living room.
I run towards him, throwing myself into his arms. My feet get suspended in the air when he raises me upwards and twirls me around like a princess, his hearty laughter traveling through the room.
I can't withhold the childlike giggles that exit my lips. That's it, there are no sides of me that I repress whenever I'm around my Dad. I might be in my late twenties but I'm still his little girl. I'm always going to be, no matter what.
He presses a kiss to my cheek when he drops me to my feet. “You look stunning, Angel.” He sounds like he's in awe, his gaze warm through his colorless medicated glasses.
My Dad has had those glasses since the first memory I have of him. But it doesn't in any way diminish how good he looksfor a man who recently clocked fifty. His brown hair is tainted with sparse white tresses that's likely to sell out the fact that he's growing older. But what I consider his most attractive features are his eyes. Beautiful forest green eyes that have only ever looked at me like I'm the center of their world.
“Aw, thank you, Dad. You look equally dashing too.” I grin.
“What does an old man have to do to get his little girl home around here? Dinner? Remind me to host more of those just to have you here.” His eyes crease with softness, a grin lingering on his lips.
“Don't be dramatic, Dad.” I roll my eyes at him playfully. “I'm not going to live with you forever.”
He exhales. “You can always move back in, you know?”
Dad and I have only ever had each other, since we lost mom when I was born. I have only ever seen her in pictures, but I'm a spitting image of her with my platinum blonde hair, baby blue eyes and my delicate facial features. It used to hurt a lot growing up not having my mom around, but my Dad did his best with raising me into the woman I have become.
Although the lingering hurt has always stayed with me, there's also this sense of peace that comes with knowing that she's in a good place.
I wrap my arm around his, leading us further into the living room and grinning from ear to ear. “I don't want to move back in, Daddy. I'm a grown woman now. Grown enough to make my choices and know what I want.” I say softly.
“But you are always going to be my little girl!” he practically whines.
I giggle, smacking a kiss on his cheek.
When I turn to him, he reaches for the stray strand of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His smile turns warm, understanding, even.
“I heard you quit at Regal.” He murmurs. My spine stiffens a little.
Damn Lydia. That little snitch.
“Lydia,” I grit out, my expression turning sour. “She told you, didn't she?” Dad and Lydia share a father-daughter relationship that I ultimately regret right now.
I was hoping to tell him myself.
“She knew you were going to stall on telling me, that's why she beat you to it.” He sighs. “I thought we stopped hiding things from each other, Angel.”