Chapter 29.

                                    

                                          
David’s POV.
“Ahh…” I grunt as I wake up and roll around my bed. My body is alive as I sport a huge boner. I squirm again, searing feelings of sex driving through me.
Hell, it’s a huge surprise that last night happened…
I jerk my nose and I still notice the scent of the sin Vera and I committed last night. Father and daughter…
No, foster dad and his foster daughter, making out…committing sin.
My mind makes it a priority to remind me that Vera and I are not blood related.
But her mother was your ex-lover, I think to myself.
Yeah, there’s that, no doubt.
But, c'mon. How was I expected to pull my control tight after hearing the shitty ways men took pleasure from Vera’s pussy.
Shit, it still grates my nerves knowing the fact that some dudes out there have been to the place I wish to be.
Just say you wanted a virgin, that little voice in my head squeaks again.
I deflate knowing it’s true. I don’t want to openly admit I wanted to be the first man to have his cock between those creamy thighs and inside that, presumably, hot vulva.
My dick jerks, reminding me it has a mind of its own. Yeah, last night made me find out, my brain doesn’t work with my cock at all.
I guess it’s time to admit what people have been spilling about me. Just hearing her say the words, just feeling the tender pussy over the flat of my fingers made everything snap.
Fuck men. That girl is too immaculate. Soft and perfect without even trying.
I mean, last night seeing her squirt all over my sheets made me groan. I had to change the sheets immediately I sneaked her into her room.
Irene’s around the house so I don’t want her to see one family pleasuring each other. She might not be able to understand and spill the news.
The last thing I want and will always avoid is getting the mafia know about my precious Vera.
In my mind’s eye, I watched the way her flower contracted as she watched me Jack off. The way she pleaded to touch me.
Naughty girl wants to have daddy’s rod, feel the sweetness of daddy’s seed, and have his bush tingle her sex.
I laugh unknowingly at the forbidden thought.
My…my…touching Vera is like a trophy. So appealing. I’ve never woken up so happy and shit.
I grasp my boner and pull, trying to stop it from enlarging and growing more stiff.
When I feel the lust has calmed down a bit, I get my ass off my bed and pad my way into the bathroom.
I get down to business after shaving my five O’clock stubble.
I pick one of my dress shirts, a black one, and a gray slacks.
In the next five seconds, I’m already sitting regally in the dining as Irene serves Waffles, Nacho and a steaming cup of coffee.
It happened that I left my cellphone down last night and Claire was bringing down the ceiling with calls. Though, she told me that Mr. Oliver was seeking me and she told him I must have gone home.
I nibble the edibles, scrolling through the newspaper that Irene handed me. It’s how I get most mornings done. Yeah, the particular reason I seem to be hell-bent on checking the social media and newspapers is to ensure nothing about Vera has gone public.
I made sure all her social media accounts are private so not everyone can see what she posts or chat her up.
With those evil men, they can go down the hill to get Vera and Helen pleaded I don’t let them.
Not even her husband should know about Vera.