Free Scorned! (Interracial Erotica) by Lexy Harper Page B

, but I realized a moment later that he was simply taking control as he quickened his already fast tempo.
    I also realized that my ample ass had been previously hindering his full penetration.  He brought both hands up and tweaked my nipples firmly as he withdrew almost to the tip and then quickly buried himself to the hilt inside me.  I exploded in less than a dozen strokes and he followed soon afterwards.
    ***
    “I promised to stop at my dad’s for the DVD of the match.”
    “No problem,” I assured him, biting my lower lip as he fingered my clit as we drove along a particularly quiet stretch of road.
    We were on our way to his house where he promised to punish me for letting some of the other guys fuck me when he had wanted me himself but had been too shy to make his move.  He had eaten my pussy again while we had a quick shower in one of the cubicles at the gym, but just when I was about to come he had stopped and said that the punishment had already started.  I had almost screamed.  When we got to his car, a matt black BMW, he had casually reached under my skirt and fingered me for a minute or two and then started the engine, leaving me on the verge of coming once again.  He had just stopped at an amber signal that he could have easily gone through at a busy intersection and slipped two fingers inside me.  He finger fucked me while we waited for the lights to change.  Then just as casually as before he’d pulled his fingers free, he put his hand on the gear lever and drove on.
    Of course, I could have fingered myself to an orgasm if I wanted to.  But I didn’t.  I was enjoying the punishment as much as he was.
    The man who opened the door of the detached house looked so much like Cameron I almost did a double take.  He hadn’t mentioned brothers, but surely this man could not be—
    “Holly, this is my father Adam,” Cameron said, as he ushered me forward to make the introduction.  “Dad, this is my girlfriend Holly.”
    Girlfriend?   One session of great sex in the gym and I was a girlfriend?  Wow!
    “Nice to meet you, Holly.”  The way Adam squeezed my hand and leered openly at me I began to think that the two of them shared women—not that I would have a serious problem being sandwiched between the two of them.  “Come inside.”
    “We’re not stopping, Dad,” Cameron said hastily.  “I’ve only come to collect the DVD.  I’m taking Holly home for dinner.”
    “I’m sure Sophia will rustle up something for you.  I want to know more about this lovely young woman.  Come in for a drink.”
    Adam introduced Sophia, a slim Indian woman and not a day over nineteen, to me.  He fondled her backside as she bent over to place the dishes on the table in front of us and I was surprised she didn’t drop the platter of Dijon Chicken or the salad bowl.
    After the meal I began to feel really annoyed with Cameron when he let Adam convince him to stay and watch the game on catch-up TV although he had already made the recording on the DVD.
    Cameron virtually ignored me as he got engrossed in the match.
    Adam, in the meanwhile was watching me, his eyes seeming to strip the material of my T-shirt away and zoom in on my erect nipples which had hardly subsided since Cameron had been tweaking them between his finger tips. The man gave off sexual sparks like the sun gave off heat.  It felt weird to have a boyfriend’s father hit on me.  If Cameron wasn’t as reserved as I’ve known him to be I would have sworn that he and his father shared women.  I wondered what it would be like to be in the middle of a Dewhurst sandwich.
    It would be like fucking twins—a secret fantasy of mine.
    Finally the match was over and Cameron seemed to remember that he had naughty pussy to punish.  We said our goodbyes quickly, but not before Adam hugged me and surreptitiously squeezed my behind before he moved away and said, “’Bye, Holly.  It was a pleasure meeting you.”
    “I can’t believe you stayed to