Desire Investment System

The next morning, sunlight slipped weakly through the curtains. But instead of birdsong, only muffled moans of morning sex filled the room.

Jace was deep inside Maribel. Their bodies pressed tight, lips locked in a wet, rough kiss. He thrust hard, unrelenting, arms wrapped around her.

Her breathing grew ragged. His pace quickened, hips slamming into hers. Sweat clung to their skin. The sheets twisted under them.

He pulled back just enough to see her flushed face. "Can I cum inside you?"

Maribel's eyes fluttered open, dazed and desperate. She gasped, voice breaking. "I've taken birth pills. So don't worry..."

She moaned. "Cum inside me."

Then he pushed all the way in and came deep inside her. Heat flooded her belly, heavy and pulsing.

The sudden warmth made her gasp. Her legs trembled around his waist, toes curling hard against the sheets, while his weight pinned her down and filled every inch of her.

When it eased, she threw an arm over her eyes, chest heaving. A faint, curious smirk touched her lips. "Why did you ask… when you always came inside me?"

Jace kissed her nipple, then trailed along her collarbone, and stopped at her ear. His voice dropped to a whisper. "Because I don't want Camila to get a sibling so soon."

Maribel laughed weakly. "You're… too much."

He grinned and pulled out his cock. Sheets damp beneath them.

Jace threw on sweatpants and walked out to the kitchen.

Camila stood there by the counter, back turned, pouring herself a glass of juice.

She wore the same tiny shorts, clinging between her thighs. The same tight thin top hugged her, ending right under her breasts, exposing her flat belly.

He stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands rested against her warm bare belly, fingers brushing the edge of her navel.

Camila stiffened slightly. "D-Dad?"

Jace's lips were close to her ear. "Are your injuries healed?"

She nodded, voice small. "Y-Yeah. It doesn't hurt anymore."

His right hand slowly drifted lower.

It moved from her stomach to the front of her shorts, palm pressing between her legs. She tensed, thighs squeezing together reflexively. 

His fingers cupped her pussy through the fabric, squeezing lightly. Heat radiated against his hand.

Camila trembled. Her breath came out shaky. "...Dad"

His left hand rose, fingers touching her lips to silence her. "Shh," he whispered. "Your mom's resting. I just finished with her, so don't wake her up."

The words sank in — dirty, taboo. Her face flushed crimson. Her thighs parted slightly without meaning to.

He slid his left hand down, then under her top.

His fingers cupped her breast, squeezing. The nipple hardened instantly under his touch. He rolled it between his fingers, slow and deliberate.

Camila bit her lip hard. Her chest rose and fell fast. She tried to stay silent, muffling a moan against her own hand.

Jace's right hand slipped inside her shorts.

Warm and slick. His fingers found the folds of her lower lips easily. He slid one finger inside. She shuddered violently, knees weak.

"Do you want to go on a date with your dad?" His voice was low, teasing, cruel.

Camila choked back a moan. She couldn't answer. Her mouth stayed covered, trembling.

"If you don't answer," he murmured, "I'll take your silence as a no."

Her breath hitched at his words. "I… want…"

He slid in a second finger, thrusting faster. Wet sounds filled the kitchen, hidden only by her ragged breaths.

She bit her lip, face twisted in pleasure.

"Say it," he ordered.

"I… want… to…"

Then he shoved his fingers deeper, hitting her spot hard each time.

Her body snapped tight.

His pace quickened, fingering harder.

Then she jerked hard.

A hot burst spilled from her, soaking his hand and dripping onto the floor.

She trembled, legs twitching as the orgasm ripped through her.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, wetness dripping down his hand.

Her legs gave out. She collapsed to the floor, panting, eyes watery, body trembling.

Jace crouched beside her, voice calm. "You didn't finish your sentence."

Camila gasped between breaths. "Dad… you didn't give me… the chance…"

He smirked, stood up, "We'll talk later."

And walked toward the shower. 

After cleaning up, Jace stepped out in a black suit. He left Maribel sleeping and Camila resting in her room, still flushed from earlier. 

He headed to the dealership first. And bought a new car. It was sleek, black sedan, tinted windows, polished chrome edges.

He drove straight to the office. 

As soon as he pulled into the lot, employees were lined up outside.

"Good morning, sir!"

"Congratulations, Mr. Cromwell!"

"We're honored to work under you, sir!"

"Welcome aboard, CEO Jace!"

He gave them a faint smile, nodding as he walked past. No speeches. Just presence.

Inside the building, more greetings waited. Executives lined the hallway near his office.

A tall man stepped forward first, hand extended nervously. "Daniel William, CFO. If you need financial reports or budget clearances, please call for me."

Another man followed, older, stoic. "Mark Rivera. Chief Operations. I'll keep production stable."

A confident woman with sharp eyes smiled next. "Clara Holt. Head of Marketing. We've prepared a full PR strategy for your takeover."

Jace shook hands with each. His grip was firm, his smile thin but present. "I expect great things. Let's aim higher, together."

He stepped into his new office.

Minimalist, but expensive. Wide glass window overlooking the city. A black leather chair behind a massive desk. Every footstep echoed on the polished floor.

He rested his hands on the chair's headrest, staring out at the skyline.

Memory hit him hard.

His ex had called him a loser and walked away. Colleagues laughed at his tattered suits. He couldn't even afford cheap fast food.

But now?

'I've a loving family. I'm the CEO of a company. And all this happened…'

His face darkened.

"Within a month," he muttered.

The phone on the desk buzzed, an old-style office line.

He pressed the button.

"Sir, Ms. Ava Voss is requesting to meet you."

He said, smirking, "Send her in."