Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
She sat upright just long enough to remove her sweater and then lay back down. Arching her back, she cupped her breasts through her bra, squeezing. I trailed my hand down my own stomach, watching her tease her nipples through the fabric. Her soft whimpers made my cock ache to be freed from my boxers. I waited until she reached back to unclasp her bra before sliding my hand over my erection.
Her breasts bounced free. I slipped my hand into my boxers, gripping my erection and stroking slowly. She strummed her nipples, squeezing her thighs together as if seeking some kind of friction. Pleasure surged through me. I turned up the volume, eager to hear every small sound as it floated from Hailee’s lips.
As she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her leggings, her gaze seemed to search for the camera. My hand paused on my erection. She turned away. This was getting ridiculous. The day’s events had shaken me harder than I cared to admit. I was looking for trouble where there wasn’t any.
Hailee drew her leggings down and off, taking her panties with them. This was new. She usually just slipped a hand into her panties, but tonight, I got to watch her glide two fingers up and down her slick, high-definition pussy.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, humping the air as she continued to pinch and tease her nipples. “Keep touching me there. Your hand feels so good.”
Holy fuck. I wasn’t used to hearing Hailee speak during masturbation. But her breathy voice sent a bolt of arousal like lightning straight to my cock.
Her breasts shuddered as she panted. She rubbed her clit with two fingers, closing her eyes and losing herself to her own pleasure. I was right there with her, stroking my swollen dick, but my gaze remained glued to my tablet screen.
“Please fuck me,” she whispered. “I want it so bad.”
I groaned as she thrust two fingers inside herself, grinding her clit against the heel of her hand.
“Fuck me just like that,” she said.
I tightened my grip, spurred on by her delicious dirty talk. I’d watched Hailee’s confidence grow over the years, with pride and admiration. Still, part of me was glad she never dated much in high school. It would have killed me to watch some boy put his undeserving hands and lips all over her. Now I had to wonder where she’d learned to talk like this. The thought of anyone besides Graham and I coaxing those naughty words from her sweet mouth made my blood simmer.
“I need your fat cock,” she said, her voice pleading. I imagined that she was talking to me, begging me to give her what she so desperately wanted.
My cock throbbed as I stoked myself faster, squeezing tighter. I was so close to coming, and I could tell that she was too by the way she bit her lower lip.
“Yes, God. Fuck me, Uncle Logan… Come into my room right now and fuck me.”
I nearly came all over the screen. My sanity didn’t stand a chance against my pleasure. Staring at the screen in shock, I let out a strangled groan as I shot off into my fist. The whole thing felt surreal. I’d almost convinced myself that I’d imagined the whole thing.
But then she opened her eyes and looked right at the camera.
“Please,” she said, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy. “Make…me…come!”
Her orgasm seemed to tear through her. She shuddered with the force of it, legs shaking and toes curling.
I was too stunned to move. Hailee knew about the hidden cameras, and she wasn’t horrified. She was turned-on, and she’d just performed for me, like my own personal cam girl. It was impossible, and yet the proof was there in full HD.
Switching to the live feed, I checked her room to find the lamp still on and Hailee still in bed, wide awake and staring at the ceiling. She appeared to be waiting for something.
Or someone.
“Are you waiting for me, sweetheart?” I whispered. My cock seemed to know the answer; after coating the inside of my fist, I was still somehow painfully hard.
But could I really fuck my step-niece? Hailee wasn’t just some girl staying in my house. She’d been part of my family for over ten years. I’d taken her in and raised her as if she were my own daughter. Touching her would change everything.
I put my tablet to sleep and then went into the ensuite bath to wash my hands and splash cold water on my face. There was only one acceptable course of action: pretend I hadn’t seen the footage. I’d crossed so many lines over the years, except one, and now Hailee was begging me to sprint across that sinful threshold and take her with me. And God help me, I wanted to do it. But God wasn’t answering. I was on my own with this one.