Trapped by My Crush's Dad

Chapter 14: The Night Before

Mila's pov

"You're always thinking about Everett." My mother joked as my chest tightened. Mr. Williams gave me a knowing look, his eyes lingering for a moment. Despite chastising myself, I felt my core swell. Even in my fear, he could make me wet.

"He had his own plans today. Eventually, children grow up and can't be controlled."

Flashing a sly yet charming smile to the group, my parents couldn't help but laugh.

"It's true," my mother began.

"Exactly. Take Mila, for example. She was out all night," my father added. Mr. Williams stared at me but I refused to explain myself. I just smiled politely and innocently twisted my toe on the floor. At the first chance the attention was off me, I bolted.

After dinner I could hear the adults in the backyard drinking and chatting. Throwing on an apron, I began to wash the dishes and cut some fruit. As I was staring off in the distance, I absentmindedly cut my hand.

Mr. Williams sneaked inside just after I'd cut it and pressed himself against me.He grabbed my hand and sucked on my injured finger.

"Be careful," he said as he noticed the blood on my hand. I could feel my pussy tighten imagining his tongue between my thighs just like it was between my knuckles. My mind was spinning. Should I talk to him about what happened last night? My thundering heart made it impossible to think.

What if he was pissed off at me about my supposed date with Everett? Before I could speak, I felt Mr. Williams as he pressed himself on my ass. There was something firm in his pocket. Just as I reached around to touch him, hoping it was his stiff cock, he pulled out my phone and stuffed it into the apron.

"Keep that safe, now."

I gasped and turned to him.

"How did you get that?" I asked as I wiped my hands. He trailed his fingers over my erect nipples in the apron. Sighing I leaned back against the counter. Instantly, I felt myself become soaked, dying for his touch. My eyes were half open as I bit my lower lip.

"Don't worry about your little 'date' with Everett. It was me who arranged for him to get that phone call last night from someone else. I know nothing happened between you two."

Though I was horny for him, I stopped my incessant groping and looked into his eyes.

"Were you spying on us?"

Mr. Williams remained stone faced but would neither admit or deny it. Instead, he moved closer to me, pushing against me. My pussy was becoming sticky already but I was angry at him. Holding the fruit in the tray, I tried to leave but he stopped me. He began to grip my firm tits in my apron. Palms covering my entire breast, he squeezed as if I was his.

"You look sexy in this," he whispered as he moved his mouth to my neck. "Do you want to be my personal maid?" Shakily, I attempted to put the fruit down on the counter beside me. I was already shuddering when he held me closely. His hard cock was moving against my thigh, throbbing for me. I was panting now, my lips quivering as I tried to push him away but I couldn't resist.

I writhed against him, my pelvis twitching against him.

Reaching my hand into his pocket, I began stroking him through the soft material. He smirked at me as his breathing picked up. I could feel that there was a wet spot forming through the material in his pants as I ran my thumb over the tip. Remembering how salty it tasted made me crave for it to be shoved into my throat.

Squeezing him, I felt my pussy twinge and core surged with desire. I couldn't stop thinking about him picking me up on the counter and shoving his big cock inside me. I would come the second he entered me-I knew it. My pants were sopping as he gripped my thigh, leaning into my eager hand.

I rubbed him more rhythmically now, hoping that if he wouldn't fuck me, he'd blast his load in his pants. He was staring at me and then gripped my ribs. It was going to happen! He was going to fuck me right here. I licked my lips as he pressed his to mine. Our tongues touched then he gripped my neck forcing us to kiss deeper.

A moan escaped my mouth into his as I leaned back. He reached in and rubbed my sopping panties. Then he lifted his hands up to clutch my tits again. He spread my legs; his warm hand was inside, his thick fingers rubbing my clit.

Gasping, I had no control over myself any longer. He penetrated me as I stroked him harder but I wasn't going to be satisfied if he left me like he did last time. It took hours, days to get over it.

"Fuck me, right here," I begged, firmly holding his cock still. My lips were trembling, slicked with saliva, staring at his, hoping he wouldn't speak and instead take me right there. That was when I heard my father's voice.

"Mila?" I gasped trying to push Mr. Williams away. "Everett is looking for you.