Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Fuck, this feels good.
So fucking good.
“Holy shit,” I hiss out as she takes me further. “You feel fucking amazing.”
My words spur her on and she sucks my dick like she’s been placed on the earth to do that and only that. With every lick of her tongue or hollowing of her cheeks as she sucks, I’m blasted with a high I’ve never known in all my life. It’s like she’s worshiping me—praying to me, her god, through my cock.
I grip her hair, unable to slightly push against the back of her throat with my dick. She relaxes some, breathing heavily through her nostrils, allowing me entry. Her throat swallows me down and I thrust hard against her.
“Fuuuuuuck.” My head tips back and I groan. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
She gags, throat constricting, and I pull back. Her fingers grip the meaty cheeks of my ass, urging me to do it again.
She likes it.
She likes having her pretty face fucked.
“You want me to make your throat nice and raw, Love?”
The hum in response is my undoing. I fuck rather harshly into her throat, oblivious to her slobber that’s running down the front of my pants, until my balls tighten. Admittedly, it doesn’t take long before I’m coming deep in her mouth and filling her belly with my cum.
“Good girl,” I praise, voice raspy. “Good, good girl.”
When I’m sure she’s taken every drop, I pull out of her mouth so I can fully take in her wrecked appearance. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in all my life.
Aubrey is perfect.
Her body is sexy-as-fuck, but it’s her facial expressions that get me every time—so innocent but also somehow so naughty all at once. I love how her pouty lips are red and swollen from taking my dick. Lashes that are still wet with tears bat lazily against her cheeks, as if staying awake requires too much energy.
She gave me everything when she sucked my dick.
And now she’s exhausted.
Quickly, I shove my still dripping dick back into my slacks and zip up before helping her to her feet. The hunger in her gaze has me wanting to scoop her into my arms, carry her to my room to spend the rest of the night.
That can’t happen.
I need to process what happened a moment ago before I go jumping off into another stupid decision. Bending down, I snatch up her towel and then drape it over her shoulders. Her brows pinch together, worry flickering over her features.
“That was the best feeling in my entire life, Love,” I murmur, briefly dipping down to kiss her supple lips again. “The. Best.”
She smiles against my mouth. “We can do more.”
Such a temptation.
More sounds like heaven with my devilish little girl.
“I can’t,” I grumble. “We can’t.”
“Hugo—”
“I said we can’t, Love. Just take this as the stolen gift it was. A memory. A fucking great one. I won’t ever forget it, but we can’t do this. Nothing about this thing between us works. I’m married to your mother, for fuck’s sake.”
Tears well in her eyes again, but anger chases away any sadness. She shakes her head at me and starts for the bathroom. The towel barely covers her cute little ass.
“I love you,” I remind her, my voice sounding fatherly and caring. “Don’t ever forget.”
She looks over her shoulder and glowers at me, even as tears stream down her cheeks like shimmery raindrops on a windowpane. “Your love is confusing and it hurts, Hugo. It really hurts.”
I expect a door to slam, but again, she shuts me out with a soft click of a door closing.
Why do I keep hurting her? Over and over. It’s like I have no control. Like I do it for fucking sport. Shame burns through my every vein, making my stomach twist violently.
It felt like a fantasy come to life while getting a blow-job from my sexy stepdaughter. Even now, my heart continues to race from the adrenaline rush of coming in her pretty mouth, but I’m sated in that way that always comes after good sex.
My head’s a fucking mess, though.
Which is why I won’t be doing that shit ever again.
Until my dick gets hard next time I see her mouth, remembering the way she sucked cock like she wanted a career in it…
What then?
My cock thickens in my slacks.
I guess I know my answer.
I’m a monster.
Aubrey
I pick at a piece of lint off my navy pants. Pants are safe. Pants are a barrier from your stepbrother’s wandering hands.
Hugo had on pants yesterday and it didn’t stop my wandering hands…
Heat licks at my neck and burns my cheeks. Work is not the place to be thinking of all the terrible, awful things that took place yesterday.
The thing with Spencer was almost…expected. He’s rotten and for some reason, I keep letting him get away with it. But, with Spencer, I’m used to the way he is.