Her Sweetest Mistake (Amelia) novel Chapter 90

Best friend Dad

“That was…” Cheryl started, her voice breathless. “That was… intense.”

George chuckled, his chest vibrating against her cheek. “You’re telling me,” he said, his voice full of contentment. “You’re full of surprises, Cheryl.”

She looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Do you have some for me?” she teased, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

The look in his eyes was a combination of curiosity and desire. “Oh? Looks like someone is being greedy.”

Cheryl’s lips curved into a smile as she reached for the handcuffs. “Let’s just say I want to make sure we make the most of this night,” she said, her voice a sultry purr.

George’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but the growing interest in his eyes was undeniable. “You’re a bold one, aren’t you?” he said, his voice a low growl.

With a nod, George secured her wrists to the table before the chair so that she was kneeling on the ground, her ass turned to him as the clink of the cuffs echoed through the room. George’s breath hitched as he realized just how vulnerable she was to him, at his mercy. The thought sent a thrill through him, his body already responding to the promise of what was to come.

“Good,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “What do you want me to do with you, Cheryl?”

She wiggled her ass, rubbing her legs together in a bid to relieve herself of the aching arousal she felt. “I’m all yours, daddy. Do whatever you want with me.”

George’s fingers traced the line in between her ass, his touch featherlight, teasing. She leaned in, her back further arching. “Ready for another round?” He whispered, his voice a husky purr.

Cheryl’s breath hitched. She nodded, “I’m going to need you to trust me now, sugar,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He felt a surge of anticipation, a heat spreading through his core.

He picked up the wand and began to trail the line with it, moving from her clit down her fold to the hole between her ass. Cheryl was having a lot of overwhelming feelings that all she could do was quiver and moan against the touch.

Finally, George lubricated his hand by dipping all four fingers into her mouth as he grabbed her hair backwards. He was sitting on the couch behind her while she knelt on the floor, giving him leverage. After a couple thrust into her mouth, he trailed down her spine till he reached her beautiful forbidden hole.

“Have you ever been fucked here before, Cheryl?” She tensed when she felt him circle the entrance before shaking her head. “You’re going to have to trust me then. I promise I won’t harm you.”

George slid a finger into it, his movements fluid. She positioned herself so that her upper body was so low to the ground while her ass was raised, giving him a better view. That’s when he grabbed the wand, dipped the tip into her mouth for lubrication and fucked her in the ass with it.

“Fuck, daddy. That hurts.” She cried and he stopped for a while, circling her clit with the other hand until she was overwhelmed with pleasure and eased her muscles.

Penetrating her ass became easier as she was less tensed and he began to thrust her until she screamed and began to come undone. The pressure she felt from being fucked in the ass was mixed with the pleasure of feeling his fingers flick her bean. She came all over the floor.

George raised her legs so that they were resting on each side of him on the couch, her upper body still on the floor. He then replaced the wand with his dick.

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“Oh, that’s too huge. Your dick is too huge, daddy. I can’t take it.”

“It’s okay, baby. You can take it all right.” He shushed softly, caressing her ass and grabbing it.

Slowly, he led himself into her until her screams turned into moaning and she let him fuck her till he was moaning himself, throwing his head back and groaning. A burning sensation overrode his senses as he felt himself about to come. The tightness pressed his arousal al at once, he was spilling his seed on her back, their cries of pleasure feeling the room.

Before she could recover, he released her wrists, carried her like she weighed nothing and strapped her around his waist. The feel of her weight, the pressure of her body against his, sent a jolt of excitement through him.

He groaned softly as she began to move, her warm pussy welcoming his huge dick. Cheryl moaned, she could feel her orgasm so close. Her rhythm was slow and deliberate at first, then gradually began increasing in pace. Her hips moved with a hypnotic rhythm, a perfect counterpoint to the pulse thrumming beneath his skin. “You’re driving me wild,” he breathed, his voice rough with need. He could feel her body’s heat, her pulse quickening against his. He grabbed her ass and slammed her down against him in a quick pace.

He felt a surge of pleasure building within him, a pressure that threatened to explode. He wrapped his arms around her waist, guiding her hips in response to the rising tide of his own need. “Closer,” he murmured, his voice barely audible above the sound of the movie.

“I’m almost there,” she whispered back, her lips finding his neck, leaving trails of kisses. He could feel her body’s heat, her pulse quickening against his.

As she reached a peak, a wave of powerful pleasure washed over her. She cried out, her body arching and shuddering. George held her close as she came, his own pleasure building in tandem with hers. He felt the tremors of her orgasm run through him. He tightened his grip on her hips, needing her close as he also spilled his seed into her.

When the waves subsided, they rested for a moment, their breathing ragged but their eyes locked. George reached for the vibrator, his fingers tracing its smooth curves. He felt the pulsating heat coming from the device. He turned it on, the soft hum filling the room. He traced the contours of Cheryl’s body with the vibrator, teasing her, exploring the sensitive spots that sent shivers down her spine. She arched her back, her moans escaping her lips in a symphony of pleasure.

“Oh, George,” she breathed, her eyes squeezed shut as she gave into the sensations.

George moved the vibrator lower, exploring the sensitive areas beneath her. Her pleasure reached another peak, her eyes squeezed shut as she gave into the sensations. He increased the intensity of the vibrations, coaxing out a cry of pure ecstasy. “This is incredible,” she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure.

He smiled, his heart pounding. He was losing himself in the pleasure, losing himself in her.

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Life felt fresh and good as George and Cheryl returned home after their vacation turned sex spree. Cheryl felt her stomach often fluttering every time she is reminded of how every sex with George had been good. Every single one.

She could still remember how he had cuffed her to the bed, naked and bare to him, her legs spread wide while he fucked her hard and rough. She had been begging, not sure what she wanted. For him to stop or to continue. And then she had gone on to soak his bed with her squirt.

Another crazy one had been when he was fucking her from behind and he added the vibrator and asked her what she would do if Vanessa walked in on them.

“Everyone will know what a naughty girl you are fucking your friend’s father. Taking his big dick like a slut.” The words had made her pussy clench and she made it rain until she physically couldn’t go on again.

Now that they had returned home, she was stuck with Vanessa. Until her friend decided to go out shopping

“We will be back soon, dad. Just a quick visit to the mall.” Vanessa had begged, pouting at him.

He sighed and then leaned back, watching the two girls before replying. “Fine. But get back home as soon as possible.”

Something at the back of his mind regretted letting them go. Or maybe he was just too addicted to Cheryl and wanted more of her while Vanessa went shopping, which made him selfish. However, he couldn’t stop the nudge.

He couldn’t tell how long he’d been on his laptop but the sun had dipped low in the horizon and the girls weren’t back. He was starting to get worried but he debated against calling them like an overprotective dad.

Where could they be?

An hour later, after he’d made dinner, he realized they still hadn’t returned. He immediately called Vanessa but she didn’t pick up until after the fourth ring. A man spoke through the phone.

“Your daughter was found on the street, beaten up and wounded. She’s at the Premont hospital where I work if you want to see her.”

There was barely anything in between the seconds it took for him to drive his car down to the hospital where he saw Vanessa laying on the bed, with a bandage on her head. She looked pretty bruised up that his heart fell to his stomach and he hated himself for not trusting his goddamn guts. He knew something was up.

“What happened?” He asked as he got to her side. “Are you okay? Where’s Cheryl?”

Vanessa smiled weakly as she looked up at her dad. “You worry too much. We….we were jumped and some people just…” as if realizing something, she sat up, eyes wide. “Cheryl was kidnapped. They took her into a van and drove off. I had been trying to fight them when they beat me up.‘

George’s heart fell into his stomach as soon as he heard that. But before he could speak, his phone rang. It was Daniel. His heart skipped a beat as he held the phone and watched it ring.

Eventually, he mustered up the courage.

Daniel’s voice came over the line, frantic. “We need to meet up at my house, now.”

George looked at Vanessa who gave him an assuring smile. “I’ll be fine, dad. Just go.”

He grabbed his car key and rushed over, his head thumping hard like he had just hit it against a rock. The drive was rough, fast and dangerous but nothing could be as dangerous as knowing his Cheryl was out there in someone’s den. What could they be doing to her? Was this a move to get him to pay a huge amount of money to free her? They could have taken his daughter then and not Cheryl. Something else was at play here.

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Either ways, he resolved to tell Daniel his daughter had been kidnapped when he’s done listening to what he had

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Daniel was on the porch when George arrived, his face looking distraught and exhausted. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and his hands gripped the rails so hard he could see his veins pop out of his arms.

“Are you okay, Dan?”

The man rubbed a hand over his face, his gaze distant. “Cheryl,” George’s heart plummeted. What happened to her? Did he know already? “She was taken by the Snakesmen.”

He racked his brain, wondering if he was supposed to know who the Snakesmen were. And then he realized that he absolutely had to. Ruthless and cold, they are known for their generosity in lending money and being responsible for the death of defaulters. None of the people who refused to pay up ever survived.

“How did she get entangled with the Snakesmen?” Had she borrowed money from them and refused to tell him? He could have paid it for her without a second thought.

“You mean how did I get entangled?”

George’s grip on the railing tightened as he processed Daniel’s words. His pulse pounded in his ears, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. The Snakesmen. Of all the possible explanations, this was the last thing he expected.

“It was my fault.” Daniel’s voice was hoarse, the weight of guilt pressing down on him like an anchor.

George’s jaw clenched. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Daniel ran a trembling hand through his hair, his eyes darting away in shame. “I borrowed money from them, George. A lot. I needed it to build my establishment. Business was slow, and the interest kept piling up. I tried to keep up with the payments, but I fell behind. I feel miserable.”

A heavy silence settled between them. George exhaled sharply, trying to rein in the rage surging inside him. “So this is because of you?” His voice was dangerously low. “Because you dug yourself into a hole and didn’t bother telling anyone?”

Before Daniel could respond, Monica’s voice rang out from the doorway. “What did you just say?”

Both men turned to see her standing there, her face pale, her hands trembling at her sides. The moment the words clicked, her expression crumbled. A sob tore from her throat as she stormed toward Daniel and slapped him across the face. The sound echoed through the porch like a gunshot.

“This is your fault!” she cried, her voice breaking. “Our daughter is out there, with them, because of you! Do you know what they do to people, Daniel?” Tears streamed down her face as she pounded her fists against his chest. ” You’re the reason she’s in danger!”

Daniel didn’t try to defend himself. He just stood there, absorbing each blow, his shoulders hunched under the crushing weight of his actions.

George stepped forward and gently took Monica’s hands, pulling her back before she collapsed from the sheer force of her emotions. “I’m going to find her,” he said, his voice firm, resolute. “No matter what it takes, I’ll get Cheryl back.”

Monica looked up at him, searching his face for certainty, for strength. “Please,” she whispered. “Please bring baby home.”

Without another word, George turned on his heel and strode toward his car. As soon as he was inside, he pulled out his phone and hit a number on speed dial.

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The call barely rang before a deep voice answered. “Sir?”

“Travis, I need you to dig up everything you can on the Snakesmen. Their operations, their latest base, everything I need this fast.”

A brief pause. Then, “Understood. I’ll get back to you within the hour.”

George ended the call and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. His mind raced with worst–case scenarios.

No one can take Cheryl away from him and get away with il

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