Chapter 7

Olivia’s POV

“Dickson we can’t keep doing this but I need one more time before everything blows up,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper as we slipped into the private back office at the end of the hall, hearts racing from the voicemail and the fear of my dad showing up any minute.

My legs still felt sticky from his cum leaking down my thighs, pussy tender and throbbing after the mirror fuck, but the panic only made the heat between us burn hotter.

I locked the door behind us and turned to him, robe dropping to the floor completely, my full tits heavy and nipples...