Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
I let the vision of her lying on the lounger like a goddess, opening her long and tanned legs up for me, take over my thoughts. Her cunt glistening with that sweet juice coating it as she squirmed and begged for me.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I said, stroking the hard length in my hand.
I imagined listening to her beg for me to fuck her hard. Licking my lips that still tasted like her, I grabbed her ankles and flipped her onto her stomach.
“Put that ass in the air for me. That’s it. Show me both your tight holes.”
Pulling her butt cheeks apart, I leaned down to spit on the small, puckered pink one. She begged and whimpered. I pressed my fingertip just inside, and a low, sexy moan came from her. Taking my dick, I aligned it with her cunt and pushed it in, just the head, and stilled. Her cries got louder.
“Such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you and play with your ass at the same time. Oh fuck, baby. That’s it. Bounce back on my cock. Slap those perfect, plump cheeks against me. Fuck, that pussy is tight.” I squeezed my dick harder, my groans and pants the only other sounds in the shower. “You like my finger in your ass? Beg for more. You’re gonna let me fuck that hole too. Shoot my load deep inside, then watch it ooze out.”
The image sent me flying over the edge.
“FUCK!” I shouted.
My cum shot out in thick, creamy ropes, hitting the shower wall. More curses ripped from my chest as I trembled while the last of my seed pumped out of me.
Leaning forward, I rested my forehead on the stone wall. If just thinking about fucking her got me off like that, then what the hell was the actual act going to do? Even when I’d been high, I couldn’t stop fucking her. What would I be like sober?
It would be a win-win. I was going to fuck her and punish her. There would be no worshipping at her cunt’s altar. I would continue to fuck whoever I wanted and her too. I’d make sure she knew about it. If getting my dick sucked by the flight attendant had made her that angry, then how much would it bother her once I had her obsessed with me? Knowing she couldn’t have my cock exclusively. It would never be hers. I would never be hers.
Smirking, I straightened and tilted my head back as the water hit my face. I was going to have to eat her pussy. That was something I wouldn’t deprive myself of. Having her obsessed with my tongue, too, would only make it all the better. She’d be rid of the dentist in a week’s time, and there would be no other man in my daughter’s life. And just like when she had been a kid, Branwen would only want me.
Twenty-Two
Branwen
I didn’t look or speak to Linc during dinner, but Stevie was busy telling him about her day. His eyes felt like lasers locked on me at times, and I almost met them, but didn’t. I was strong. The bastard had gone too far, and I refused to be some form of amusement for him.
My plan was to excuse myself after we finished eating and go to my room instead of joining them for movie night. Let them bond over Moana, and I would call Hudson.
When Linc stood, chuckling at Stevie’s excitement over dessert being in the great room while she watched the movie, I did the same, taking my plate, then going over to pick up Stevie’s.
“Jayda will clean the table,” Linc told me as I collected the flatware that Stevie hadn’t used.
“I’m not leaving my plate at the table. That’s rude. She cooked the meal.” My words were clipped.
I could see Stevie pulling on his hand in my peripheral vision.
“Come on. Let’s go,” she urged.
Normally, I would correct that behavior, but he had promised her an ice cream sundae, and she loved ice cream.
“We need to wait on your mom,” Linc told her.
With my hands full, I made my way to the sink. “You two go ahead. I’m going to make a phone call after this,” I said with my back to him now.
“That doesn’t sound like fun, does it?” he asked.
“Nope,” Stevie replied. “You gotta come too, Mommy. You love Moana.”
But I did not love her father. I actually wanted to stay the hell away from him and his arrogant smirk. I began cleaning what was left on the plates into the disposal while trying to think of a way out of this.
“I’ll join you after I call Hudson,” I told her, glancing over my shoulder and giving her an apologetic smile. Please just go along with this, I silently begged her with my eyes.