Taking Daddy’s Command.

Wetting Her Pants.

Chapter 8.

Amelia threw her hands on his shoulder and patted her lips. He swayed his tongue into her mouth, lashing his tongue against hers.

A soft moan escaped her lips as Maximo pulled her zip down, grabbing her ass into his hands and fondling it.

Amelia’s p***y clenched, and she moaned yet again, sending hot chills down his body and causing his shaft to throb in anticipation of her hot p***y. He could feel the heat from just kissing her. He could tell that she was already wet for him.

Amelia’s eyes closed as she allowed him to explore her mouth. The pleasure from his tongue made her inner churn and restricted her from pulling herself back. She wanted more—more of him—and Amelia knew that more of him was still not enough.

He was about to make her a good girl by obeying all his commands when her phone beeped, pulling them from their engagement.

“Just a minute,” she pleaded, reaching out to her phone and catching her breath.

Maximo stared at her, wetting his lower lips flirtatiously. The memories of the other day collided with her scream and played in his head. He wanted to create many of those memories and hear more of that cry, but the look Amelia had said it all.

“Is everything okay?”

“Not at all… I need to be home now, or I would be grounded.”

“Is there a problem?”

“I need to be home now. I promise to come see you. I have your home address, right?” she asked in a hurry, and he sighed despondently as he watched her walk away, leaving him to himself and his already bulging d**k. He thought he was going to get another honey taste of her.

He groaned slightly and crushed his hand against the wall.

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Amelia walked into the house through the back door, and luckily for her, her father had not arrived.

She ran up to her room, washed away the makeup, and changed into something else. While she unzipped the gown, her mind darted to Maximo—the feeling of how he pulled her zip down, making her wet p***y arch.

Her heart leaped in excitement as millions of sparkles flashed into her body at the height of how his tongue lashed against hers.

She finally stepped out of the clothes, ignoring the wetness underneath her legs. After placing everything in order, she headed to the bathroom, washed up, and returned to her bed. The thought of Maximo clouded her mind.

Amelia imagined how much she would have been bouncing on that 12-inch c**k if the alarm didn’t disrupt them. She suddenly felt stupid for leaving so early, considering her father was yet to arrive, and she would have been enjoying and moaning to the pleasure of his huge d**k.

Her phone made a gentle beep, and she checked the call.

She knew Megan would call soon, and she was even more grounded for leaving the party without informing Megan.

“Where are you, Miliya?” Megan’s worried voice greeted her ears the moment she picked up the call.

“I am sorry, Megan. I had to run off; my father is back.” She lied.

“Oh… I am so sorry about that… did he scold you?”

“I guess luck was on my side… I had to use the back door.”

“Oh, that’s fine, but next time, you should drop me a message. I was worried.”

“I am sorry about that, okay? I promise to make it up to you.”

“By sneaking out and getting caught again?” Megan rolled her eyes, and Amelia chuckled.

“Well, my dad would be traveling soon, and I do not intend to go with him, so I would be having the house all to myself.”

“Wow, Amelia… that’s great news, you know? Who knows, you might come live with me.” Megan chimed happily, but Amelia’s mind was far away.

She would rather leave with Maximo and get pounded by him every day.

“Are you there?” Megan’s voice replayed, and Amelia snapped out of her thoughts, letting out a fake chuckle.

“Of course, yes.”

“You sounded like you didn’t want to come.”

“Of course I want you.” She giggled after a pout, and Megan smiled.

“See you next week at school.”

“See you,” Amelia replied, dropping the phone.

She sighed and went under the duvet, judging herself for leaving the party with a spurting p***y when she could be moaning and panting from three-finger orgasms, two-head orgasms, and c**k squirts.

The Next Day.

Amelia woke up to the sight of her laptop closed. She had used that to entertain herself while awaiting her father’s arrival, but eventually, she slept off after 6 hours of waiting for him.

A knock came on the door, and Hazel jumped out of bed. She knew definitely that no one else aside from her father was knocking on her door.

“Just a minute, Dad.” She pulled out of bed and walked closer to the door, swinging it open. But the first thing she noticed was that her father was dressed early, and it was unusual.

“Your manners,” her father reminded, and she batted her lashes.

“I am sorry, Dad, I am just carried away by your dressing. Good morning, Dad.”

“Good morning, Angel. Get your bags ready; we are moving out.”

“Father.” Her heart dropped.

“We are traveling now?” She asked with squinted eyes, and her father nodded. Her heart dropped, and she closed her eyes, trying to blink back the tears.

“It was part of the reason I came home so late yesterday,” he explained, and her eyes watered again.

“I… I don’t want to go with you, father… I am…”

“I have arranged for you to stay here.” He cut her off, and her eyes widened.

“A friend’s son is back from the state. I have talked to him, and he has agreed to let you stay with him until you are done with your college. I thought about it, and it wasn’t right for you to take another transfer,” he explained momentarily, and Amelia jumped on him, letting the tears roll freely out of her eyes.

“Thank you so much, father…” He sighed and hugged her tightly.

“You should stay out of trouble, okay? I’ll be back soon, in five months’ time.”

“I will. Dad. I definitely will.” She replied calmly as he pulled her out of the hug, cleaning her tears away.

“I’m going to miss you, Dad.” Her voice turned raspy, but he didn’t give her the time to cry or feel emotional.

“Hurry and pack your bags. My flight is by 10.”

“Okay, father,” she mumbled softly and turned into her room, while Mr. Austine just stared at her from behind, sadness overtaking him. If her mother hadn’t died, he wouldn’t have worried about her safety this much.

The car drove into the huge estate, and Amelia stepped out right after her father. The view of the luxurious building almost swept her off her feet. Amelia stood still, her eyes hovering over the entire structure. She lost all words to express how massive the house looked. She could guess the house covered over a hundred acres of land, but even that didn’t compare to its breathtaking beauty.

If she had to find the perfect word for it, it would be a manor. The luxurious estate could only be described as a manor, its beauty glorified further by the cascading water fountains and the perfectly sculpted landscaping.

Raising her chin slightly, her eyes caught the golden crest imprinted at the top of the house.

El Maximo.

Her legs halted, her breath hitched. The name rang a bell, but she was so used to calling him Hardcore that it didn’t register immediately. A chill ran down her spine as the realization crept in, and her lips parted slightly.

“Aren’t you coming?” her father’s voice pulled her out of her daze.

She blinked rapidly and hurried after him, her heart pounding in her chest. As they walked past the guards stationed around the estate, her gaze darted to their firearms—silent warnings that this wasn’t just an ordinary home.

Amelia swallowed hard. If she thought sneaking out was going to be easy before, she was dead wrong.

The enormous doors opened automatically, revealing the grand walkway leading into what she could only describe as a paradise.

Her heels clicked against the glossy marble floors as they made their way inside. The entire interior was drenched in opulence—black and gold intertwined in every detail. The chandelier above them shimmered like a cluster of stars, and the walls were decorated with intricate gold detailing that glowed under the warm lighting.

But it was the living room that stole her breath.

The golden accents gleamed against the black-painted walls, making the space look like it belonged in a royal palace. Her chest rose and fell in silent admiration.

And then, her eyes landed on him.

Maximo.

Seated on a two-seater chair, shirtless, his honey-toned skin illuminated by the soft golden glow of the chandeliers. His muscles flexed slightly as he turned the page of a magazine, completely unbothered by their presence. A maid stood beside him, holding a glass of wine, her hands steady, her eyes lowered in silent obedience.

“Mr. Maximo,” her father called, and Maximo’s eyes dropped from the magazine.

His gaze met hers.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Her p***y clenched.

Heat pooled between her legs.

The realization hit her all at once.

She wasn’t just going to be staying in some random house. She was going to be living under the same roof as Hardcore.