Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 191 -

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I couldn't believe it. James was right. Things were finally working out for us, and we would keep Alessandro. The child could grow up with a real life. Janet had emphasized just how valuable my speech had been, which made me feel elated. It had been from the bottom of my heart, and my feelings were paying off. When we arrived home, I collapsed onto the couch, letting out a soft sigh and relaxing all of my muscles. The kids were asleep, Layla was in her room, and silence settled in the house.

James was here with me and told me I could have some time to myself. He hinted at interest in a little bit... well, more than a little bit... of pleasurable fun soon.

I had time to freshen up and make us dinner. I wanted to make James his favorite dish, something special. The occasion had to be celebrated properly, after all.

I entered the bathroom, gazing into the mirror and noting the dark shadows under my eyes. This case had been damaging my sleep, no doubt, and I was paying the consequence for it. I let out a yawn, reaching up to rub at my eyes. Though I was exhausted, I wanted to continue enjoying myself.

I hoped the Italian Stallion was ready to be ridden. This wouldn't be a celebration without some sex. It couldn't just be a gourmet dinner, after all.

The thought caused a smile to stretch across my lips. Eventually, I was done gazing at myself in the mirror and turned to start the shower.

Steam filled the bathroom as I walked onto the mat, stretching and letting out a sigh. I entered the shower, feeling the hot droplets against my skin, which further relaxed me. Things were finally looking up, something I desperately needed lately.

As I lathered my hair with strong-scented shampoo, I closed my eyes and thought through the entire case. It'd been intense, and I let my anger get the better of me with James's mistake. Though, there was irony in that, given I was angry because he had been.

I had a feeling it almost cost us the entire case, and Alessandro would be sent to live with the Cartwrights if that had been the case. Despite the hot water, a shiver ran down my spine at that thought, and I licked my lips anxiously. Yet, in the end, we had won. Even if they threatened this wasn't over. Those words played over and over in my mind. I wondered how much trouble we were in. Would Chad's family give this up, finally, and let everyone involved live their lives? I doubted it, given just how stubborn he was.

Soon, my hair was soaped up perfectly, and I rinsed it off under the warm water. Now, I was just giving myself anxiety, something not needed since we'd won the case.

Alessandro wouldn't understand what had happened until he was older, but it would be quite the story to tell.

I finished up, blow-drying my hair and taking my sweet time. Perhaps James was waiting with impatience and excitement, but I didn't care. So much stress had left me just now, and for his behavior in the court, well, he deserved to wait a little. Finally, I put on a fancy silk nightgown that accentuated my curves. My body was different after Dahlia, but I still looked good. My brown hair flowed down one side of my neck, over my left shoulder, very soft from the high-quality products in the bathroom.

Satisfied with how I looked, I hung the towel back on the rack and walked over to the door. I made my way into the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge before replaceing my target.

A slab of veal, perfect for the occasion. That, along with some mashed potatoes and green beans, would make for a delicious dinner. It was one of James's favorite dishes.

I hummed as I cooked, my focus unbreakable. I wanted to make sure it came out just right. Unfortunately, my focus was broken by a certain man encircling my torso with his arms. Matters were made even worse as he cupped my breasts. He whispered into my ear, "How was your shower?"

"Pleasant," I replied. My voice shifted to a whine as I added, "James, I'm trying to focus on dinner. You're making this difficult!"

He, naturally, didn't listen, and continued to play around as I cooked. I could feel wanting build up between my legs and often shivered, licking my lips with anticipation for what was to come. Damn him.

"Let me at least finish this up. We can eat, then we can have fun," I tried convincing him. He sighed sadly into my ear, but then nibbled on it a little, causing me to let out a squeal. This only prompted a chuckle from him.

"I'm having fun now," he said mockingly. Eventually, his hands slipped away, and he stepped back to give me breathing room. I turned to give him a look, but he only winked at me. A smirk was planted on his face. He knew what he was doing. "You're something else," I said, my voice somewhat edged with a growl. I refused to let him know how much I enjoyed that, though, because I did. That said, dinner wasn't going to cook itself!

"Oh, I know," James said, winking at me. He looked toward what was cooking and raised a brow. "Though, perhaps I should leave you to it. That's starting to smell delicious, and I'm fairly hungry." With that, he went into the dining room. I breathed out a sigh of relief, glad I could finish this without that caveman dragging me off and making love to me while dinner burned. He could be that distracting, I wouldn't be surprised if he pulled it.

Either way, I was able to finish up my work and enter the dining room, placing the plates down and giving James a smile. He was on his phone, an unreadable expression on his face. That made my smile morph into a frown. "What's wrong?" I asked carefully, seeing if I could get any answers. James blinked, looking up at me, probably realizing he'd been deeply frowning just now.

"Nothing," James said dismissively, putting his phone away. He looked toward the food and refocused on that, drawing his tongue over his lips. "That looks delicious, Becca. Thank you for cooking."

I nodded, still suspicious, but letting it drop for now. We were meant to celebrate and have a good time tonight. Whatever it was, I was confident we could get through it.

The food was rich, flavorful, and seasoned to perfection. Each bite sent my tastebuds craving more until I was full. My plate was cleared faster than I intended, and evidently, James found himself in a similar situation!

We chatted briefly about the case, but didn't dwell too hard on it. I stared at James and asked, "Dessert?" but he shook his head, a devious grin crossing his features. The Italian Stallion let out a low 'hm' and studied my figure, no doubt imagining me beneath him.

My face flushed as I realized that would be our exact situation soon enough. Wanting to get to that point more quickly, I picked up my plate, then wandered over to get his, winking. "I think we're both ready for a different kind of dessert." In no time, James had me in his arms, carrying me to the bedroom. My heart began to race as he threw me onto the bed aggressively, and I moaned with excitement. Want poured from between my legs. Dessert indeed. Speaking of which, James went for my panties first this time, causing me to raise my eyebrows, intrigued. I got my answer as to what he was doing moments later when his tongue met my folds.

I gasped out as his tongue began to caress the most sensitive of places between my legs, diving into me and causing shudders to cascade through my body.

Sensations of pleasure rushed through me as I let out an edged squeal.

James continued his feast, working his tongue in an expert manner and driving me nuts. Soon, I couldn't help it. My eyes rolled back as a climax poured from me, bliss lighting up every nerve, and my muscles responding in kind. Several more whines slipped from my lips as he carried on with eating me out. When he began to rub my cl*t, more pleasure bombarded me. By the time he was finished, I was putty in his hands. He disrobed, doing the same for my top and paying ample attention to my breasts.

"You make such beautiful squeals, Becca," James praised, looming over me and winking. I blushed heavily as he massaged my left breast, pinching and squeezing my nipple gently. Then, he climbed on top of me, straddling me as his erection came into full view.

He dragged it along between my legs, causing me to gasp out with wanting. "No games tonight? Just take me, James. I need it," I pleaded.

"Begging already? Good girl," he laughed. Tonight, he obliged my wishes. I cried out as he penetrated me, starting off slow. Was he going to be a tease, or would he continue this trend of giving me what I wanted?

As his thrusting grew faster and rougher, I got my answer. While he pummeled into me, he continued his attention to my breasts, taking my right nipple into his mouth and swirling it with his tongue. He exponentially went harder and faster, which had tears rushing down my cheeks.

Soon, I gave in, and so did he, filling me with his warm c*m. I collapsed under him, but I sensed he wanted more, and soon. When I lay there looking into his eyes, his were still hungry. "You're going to make love to me again as soon as you can. Aren't you?" I muttered.

My face was still hot as he grinned and nodded. "You're quite attentive, aren't you, Becca?" he purred. His c*ck twitched, causing me to shudder and lick my lips. As promised, about ten minutes later, he had me draped over the bed, his hands clutching my hips.

This time, he took me from behind, driving deeply and causing more moans to spill from my lips. I gasped out, "Harder, James. Harder, please."

"Such a good girl tonight," James said, giving a few laughs as he intensified his movements. Tears poured from my eyes from the pleasure as he took me roughly, going extremely hard and fast. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, and soon, I gave in again.

"Mmh!" I gasped out, shuddering as he joined me in his orgasm. This satisfied the man, and soon, I was there in his arms, basking in the afterglow. He ran his fingers through my hair, which relaxed me entirely.

Then, we fell asleep together, the celebration rich and hopefully long-lasting.