Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
His words were like extra fingers teasing me from the inside. Though his hands were calloused after decades of working on cars, my wetness allowed him to glide smoothly over my clit. He stroked me gently, using just the tip of his finger, keeping the rest of his body still.
“My God, you feel so fucking good, Hailee. I can’t get over how wet you are.”
My legs trembled as he caressed my clit, provoking a teasing, almost ticklish kind of pleasure. I balled my hands into fists to stop myself from grabbing his collar and pulling him in for a kiss.
“Logan’s a lucky bastard, getting to fuck this pussy,” he said.
I leaned in close and whispered, “Are you mad that he gets to fuck me before you do?”
The implication that I planned to fuck my dad as soon as he was released didn’t go unnoticed.
“No, baby, I’m not mad. I like watching you together. Someday we’ll both have you at the same time. Until then, I want you to tell me all about it. Do you like what Logan does to you? Do you like the way his cock feels inside you?”
“Yes.” I squeezed the edge of the table, my inner muscles taut with pleasure. “I love everything about it. I want it inside me all the time.”
“Did my dirty girl enjoy taking his cock in her ass?”
A whimper slipped from my lips. I pressed my fist to my mouth and nodded yes, I’d liked it very much.
“Would you let me do that to you, Hailee? Would you take your dad’s cock inside you like a good little slut?”
I couldn’t keep my hands to myself any longer. I had to touch him somehow. After double- and triple-checking that no one was paying attention to us, I reached under the table and felt around until I found his erection. He made a small, strangled noise in the back of his throat as I stroked his fat cock through his pants. That brutally honest reaction was enough to send me over the edge. I bit my lip hard as I came, right there in the prison visiting area, with my thighs clamped around my father’s hand.
“Fuck,” he rasped. “You are absolutely perfect.”
I met his darkened gaze. He licked his fingers, tasting me, and then reached back under the table to stroke my thighs lovingly—the only scrap of affection we could afford. I desperately wanted to rest my head on his shoulder, but that would’ve been too obvious.
“Thank you for that, baby,” he whispered. “You have no idea how much I needed that—”
“Two minutes,” the guard announced to the room.
Every muscle in my body tensed; that wasn’t nearly enough time.
“I wish I didn’t have to leave,” I said. I could tell by the look on his face that he felt the same.
“I know, baby.” He bit the skin on his lip like he was debating whether to tell me something important.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You know, this prison has a family visitor program that allows overnight stays. It’s nothing fancy, just an apartment, but there aren’t any cameras or supervisors… Do you think that’s something you’d be interested in?”
I could tell he was nervous again, and I nearly threw my arms around his neck in my excitement over this new information. To spend the night with my dad and my uncle in a place that felt like an actual home? It seemed too good to be true.
“Of course I’m interested! How many people can stay over at a time? Can Uncle Logan come, too?” The thought of the three of us sharing a bed made my stomach flip in all the right ways.
“Sure, baby, he can join us, as long as he’s willing to share you.” Dad chuckled, his dark eyes sparkling. “I’ll put in an application. But just to warn you, it usually takes a few months to get approved.”
“I’ll wait as long as it takes.” After four long years, a few months didn’t seem like much time at all.
“Time’s up,” the guard yelled.
My dad stood and offered his hand to me. I didn’t need his help getting up, but I gladly accepted the excuse to touch him. He smiled, and it was a different kind of smile than I’d ever seen him wear before. It made him look younger.
“I love you, Hailee,” he said. The desire to kiss him was tough to resist, but I refused to do anything that might jeopardize our overnight visit.
“I love you too. I’ll make you some more videos. I promise.”
We weren’t supposed to hug again, but amid the commotion of everyone getting up to leave, he pulled me closer anyway. I felt the distinct impression of his erection against my lower belly. I left the visitor’s room with a small, secretive smile, knowing that he would be thinking of me when he got the chance to take care of himself later.