Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24777 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“Let me just get in a little deeper,” he murmurs against my bottom flesh. “Relax, baby. Let your sphincter go, and I promise it’ll feel good.”
Oh my god, this is so wrong! I’m on my side, with a pillow clutched to my big breasts, and I’m completely nude. How did I even get naked like this? I distinctly remember keeping my panties on when I slipped into bed beside my stepfather last night, but now, those panties are in a crumpled heap on the floor, and the big man has his head down by my bottom, gently holding my buttocks apart while breathing onto my pleated pucker.
“You’re beautiful,” he hums. “Absolutely gorgeous, Christy.”
Then, as promised, Bart kisses my back door before gently snaking his tongue into my rectum. Oooh, that feels good! I twist and moan as he ass-fucks me with his tongue, enjoying the slip and slide of his clever mouth.
“Mmm,” he breathes. “You’re definitely still an anal virgin.”
Then, he lifts my upper leg higher, and gently moves his mouth to the gushing wetness of my pussy. The man of the house sucks deep from my creaming hole before sliding his tongue inside to glide gently against my hymen.
“Yes, still a pussy virgin too,” he groans. “Your hymen’s intact. Fuck, you’re sweet.”
All this sensuality has me teetering on the edge already, and with a deep, throaty moan, I come. I throw the pillow away from myself and twist my nipples with my fingers, corkscrewing off the hard tips. Then, my entire body bursts into flames and I scream as my pussy and ass convulse violently.
“Daddy!” I shriek. “Mmm, god!”
“That’s it,” Bart growls from between my thighs. “Goddamn, you taste good.”
The alpha male is hungrily licking at both my ass and pussy as the two holes spasm and clench, my climax like a tsunami. Stars spin before my eyes, and I scream again as he takes my clit into his mouth, gently tickling the bottom of it before settling in for a deep suckle.
“Oooh!” I cry out. “Oh oh oh!”
Finally, however, I float down from my reverie and collapse in a heap, sated and sweating on the mattress.
“Daddy, that was fantastic,” I pant, trying to get oxygen into my lungs. “But what about you?”
Bart pulls back with a grin on his handsome face.
“What about me?” he smirks. “I came too.”
It’s then that I flip around, and see that in fact, my stepfather has sprayed all over the mattress, and even a bit onto the floor. There’s creamy white semen soaking into the sheets, and so much of it too. Gallons and gallons seem to form a wet pool around us, and my mouth goes dry.
“But Daddy, I didn’t even touch you! I didn’t put my mouth on you, or my hand, or—”
Bart cuts me off.
“No, it’s fine, sweetheart,” he says in a smooth tone. “Tasting your honey was enough for me, and that made me come on my own. It was worth it, Christy. I hope to wake you up every morning with a screaming orgasm. You could have shattered the windows on this place.”
I giggle because the windows in the trailer are certainly flimsy. They’re not double-paned or any type of special glass. If anything, they’re cheap and thin, and ready to be taken out by my ecstatic screams.
“Really, every morning?” I say in a coy tone while raising my eyebrows at him. “That seems quite a lot for an old man like you.”
“Who are you calling old?” my stepfather growls, before leaping on my curvy form and making me giggle. “I’m only forty-five, honey. That’s a man in his prime.”
“Forty-five is ancient!” I shriek while giggling from his tickles. “That’s more than double my age because you know I’m only eighteen.”
The word “eighteen” makes my stepfather pause for a moment, his handsome features somber.
“Yes, I know sweetheart. But let me ask you something: does the age difference bother you?”
I look at him, pausing in our intimate play.
“No, why?”
He sighs a bit, his blue eyes forlorn.
“It’s just that I worry, you know? You’re my responsibility, and you’re so young, Christy. There’s a world of possibility before you, and you deserve better than an old man who’s broke and unemployed.”
“You’re not broke and unemployed!” I immediately protest. “You’re just going through a transition, Bart. It happens to everyone, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
He shakes his dark head, his expression tense as he gazes at the white sheets.
“It doesn’t feel that way sometimes,” he manages in a choked voice. “Sometimes, when you’re at work and I’m at home, I feel …”
“Why, what do you feel?” I ask in a gentle tone.
My stepfather looks up then, his blue eyes sad.
“I feel like a fucking loser,” he admits in a low tone. “I’ve sent the little woman out to work, and I’m surviving off of your largesse. It’s embarrassing, honey. No red-blooded alpha male wants to be in this position.”