Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Huffing with annoyance, I flip back around and face the wall. I can’t believe this. There’s been so much sexual tension in the air lately that you could cut it with a knife. I swear the older man likes it when I call him “Daddy,” and I could also swear that he was secretly pleased that the sofa bed was broken. But obviously, I was wrong because the alpha male is currently knocked out and dead to the world. Shows how much I know.
Ruefully, I toss and turn some more, but then my eyelids grow heavy because it’s been a long day. Slowly, I drift off and then the next thing I know is that there’s a low voice calling my name through the dreamscape.
“Mari,” it rasps. “Please, baby. Wake up.”
I blink sleepily, my eyes out of focus. Where am I? Oh right, the hotel in Clayburn. But then, my eyes adjust in the darkness and I see that Harris is no longer lying beside me. Instead, he’s standing by my side of the bed, his form massive and dark, and he’s looking down at my curves with unbridled lust in those blue eyes.
“Daddy?” I manage in a whisper. “What’s wrong?”
His cock jerks in his underwear at that word, and my mouth goes dry because my stepfather’s wearing nothing but tight boxer briefs at the moment. Those rippling abs are on display with acres of bronze skin to behold, and my fingers itch to touch him everywhere. His thighs are thick and heavy like tree trunks, and god, I’d love to kneel before him before nuzzling my cheek against the monster in his pants.
But at the moment, Harris seems to be almost in pain.
“Please sweetheart,” he rasps again in a whisper. “Will you show me?”
“Show you what?” I whisper. But I already know. Before he can answer, I pull my loose t-shirt over my head, leaving me clad in only a tiny white g-string. It’s the kind that forms a Y-shape before disappearing like a piece of floss between my pussy lips. Then I prop myself up on my elbows, my big breasts bare and trembling, and look him in the eye.
“Is this what you wanted to see, Daddy?”
Harris has his cock out now, and my mouth drops open at the sight. Oh my god, he’s enormous. The anaconda in his fist must be nine inches long at least, and it’s as hard as a steel pipe. A smear of pre-come glistens on the head, and huge veins pulse along both the left and right sides. I’d give anything to run my tongue along those snaking lengths right now, but Harris shakes his head, blue eyes almost glowing in the darkness.
“Take that off too, baby,” he rasps, never removing his gaze from my luscious form. “I need to see everything.”
With a breathless nod, I obey. After all, this is what I’ve waited so long for. Slowly, I pull my thong down my thighs before kicking the lace off. Now, I’m totally nude on the bed and push my curls over one shoulder before lifting myself up onto my elbows.
“Like this?” I coo, spreading my thighs to show him my glistening pussy. “Is this what you want, Daddy?”
Harris can’t reply because his eyes are fixed on the swollen pinkness between my legs as one big hand rubs up and down his stiff pole.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he rasps. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
I giggle breathily before jiggling my breasts at him a bit, making the girls bounce enticingly. Then I reach between my legs with one hand and slowly stroke down my pussy lips before pulling them apart to show him my stiff clit. It’s two inches long, and as hard and straight as a flagpole. It throbs with pleasure, and teasingly, I reach down to my little hole to coat a finger in female nectar before going back up and rubbing it over my tiny nub, teasing it out of its hood.
“Oooh, that feels good,” I moan, my eyes drifting shut as I run circles around the nub first clockwise, and then counterclockwise. “It would feel even better if you kissed it, Daddy.”
But Harris shakes his head, even though his blue eyes are on fire in the dim light now.
“I can’t. You know that, sweetheart. It would be wrong.”
I shoot him a mischievous smile.
“But everything that we’re doing is wrong, Harris. After all, I don’t think daddies are supposed to make love to their little girls.”
His eyes flare again, even as his hand moves faster and faster on his rigid pole. He’s dripping heavily from the tip now, and as I watch, a long stream of semen falls to the floor, forming a sticky string before breaking off.
“I can’t,” he rasps, eyes glowing as I part my pussy lips even further, showing off my glistening ruby red insides. “But you have no idea how tempted I am, sweetheart.”