Obsessed with the Man of the House (Forbidden Fantasies #86) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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“Yes, Daddy,” she murmurs, reaching one hand down to skim over her shiny folds. “This is what you want, isn’t it? Show me the money, and I’ll show you even more.”

Some pinging sounds emanate from a laptop propped up on a chair near the camera, and Vanessa’s eyes dart to the screen for a moment before a wild smile breaks out on her face.

“Thank you so much, George. That fifty’s going to buy me some new lingerie, and here it is: exactly what I promised.”

I watch with horrified eyes as my sexy stepdaughter reaches between her thighs with a giggle to pull apart her pussy lips, showing the slick pinkness of her vaginal channel. Then she circles her clit with one finger, letting out little cooing noises, while the pings from the computer become a cacophony.

“Oh yes, it feels good,” she moans throatily, her eyes never leaving the laptop screen as her finger rubs circles around her clit. “Mmm, yes RobbieKnows. Thank you, bigboy420 for your contribution. And you too, skaterpunk. Oooh, all these tips are making me horny. I can feel a climax coming!” she wheezes. “Oh oh oh, it’s coming! Oh!”

Then, I watch as she thrusts three fingers into her pussy while her other hand reaches down to stroke her anal pleats. The twin sensations drive Vanessa over the edge, and she throws her head back while pumping both of her holes, her fingers making dirty sucking sounds as she violates herself repeatedly.

“Ooooh!” she screams again. “Unnnnh, yes!”

By now, the chimes from the laptop are so loud and frequent that it’s basically one great siren. Vanessa screams again, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her pussy and ass contract on her fingers, hot juices leaking onto the floor with her orgasm.

But I can no longer see because my vision’s gone dark. I back away from the door, breathing heavily, and lean against the wall for support. My knees feel weak and all the blood has drained from my body. Did I just uncover my stepdaughter’s deepest, darkest secret? After all, it’s clear Vanessa makes a fortune by camming dirty scenes for her followers. But who else knows about this? Is that why those boys were pointing and laughing at the restaurant? Is the curvy girl’s secret already out?

10

Vanessa

I have no idea why Gray is being so weird. When he got home, the alpha male wouldn’t really meet my eyes. Instead, he mumbled “hello” and then chucked his bag onto a chair and rushed upstairs to take a shower. Now, I can hear him banging about the bedroom, likely getting dressed. That’s perfect because I made a delicious meatloaf for dinner, and my lover’s probably just hungry. Once he gets some of this hearty goodness into his stomach, he’ll open up. Or at least that’s what I tell myself.

But to my surprise, when Gray comes down, he’s not in a t-shirt and sweatpants the way he usually is. Instead, he’s dressed in jeans and a blue work shirt. Of course, my man looks incredibly handsome with his black hair brushed back and those strong features masculine and imposing. But he still won’t meet my eyes. Instead, his gaze slides over me as he nods in greeting.

“Sweetheart, I’m thinking of going out tonight. Do you want to try that new place, Atlantic Grill? I hear they have your favorite: lobster rolls.”

“But I made meatloaf—” I begin.

Gray merely smiles, making my knees go weak.

“I know you did, and thank you. I love your cooking, and you know that. But I want to treat you to something special tonight because I have a surprise for you. So why don’t we grab some food?” he says in a persuasive growl. “We can put the meatloaf in the fridge, and I’ll eat it tomorrow. All of it, I promise.”

With a giggle, I nod my assent.

“Okay, but I’m holding you to your promise,” I say in a light voice before placing the loaf back on the counter. “I didn’t slave all afternoon just to have my special arabesque meatloaf go uneaten.”

“You were cooking all afternoon?” Gray asks suddenly, his blue eyes sharp. Something about his question is odd, but I ignore the feeling.

“No, of course not,” I pshaw, already reaching for my jacket. “I went into the office today to do some work this morning, but there wasn’t much to do. Just some administrative bullshit, so I came home early and put together this awesome meatloaf.”

Gray’s eyes are shuttered as he holds the door open for me.

“Ah, I see,” is all he says. “After you, Vanessa.”

Again, there’s that weird feeling in my belly. But I ignore it and smile in anticipation of our date. Fortunately, the drive to the restaurant is uneventful, and within half an hour, we’re seated at a table at the Atlantic Grill.



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