Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Carelessly abandoning the wooden object is followed by sloppily drizzling the cold gel along the crack of her ass as well as the back of her lower lips. Using my two fingers, I not only smear the liquid assist around, wanting it to mix with the wetness she’s leaking, I roughly dart the digits inside her asshole, hissing when she hisses.
Gnarling when she whimpers.
Curling them when she shivers.
“You want more, you nasty, little whore?” Burying them deeper is done in tandem with Kid letting his grease-stained jeans drop to his ankles. “Beg.”
“Please,” leaves Rabbit the second the order is given. “Please, fuck me.” Her lack of dictating who or where encourages us both to grin. “Please, fill me.” She does her best to toss a look in our direction. “Please, come in me.”
“She’s such a good girl, Sir,” Kid praises, his own breath already labored. “Such good manners.”
I free my fingers so that they can aid in winding around his shaft. “You wanna reward her?” Guiding him into the slightly stretched space cuts off both of their breaths. “Then give her your fuckin’ load.”
Deep, dark grumbles barely precede him savagely latching his fingers onto the sensitive skin and ruthlessly thrusting forward. Keeping my legs steady around his incessant diving is a difficult task, yet one made easier by winding my fingers through our woman’s hair.
Yanking it back.
Timing my tugs and toe curling to that of his impatient thrashing.
“Fuckkkkk,” thoughtlessly creeps out of me into the air as I watch his body ceaselessly contort to keep his cock disappearing into her most libidinous depths. “Pound that ass, you filthy, little shit.”
An almost unrecognizable grunt is expelled in return.
“Punish her.”
Rabbit’s trembling instantly increases throughout her entire body, requiring me to pull tighter.
Stiffen my legs harder.
“Reward her.”
He sucks in an unsteady breath at the same time his stroking becomes erratic.
“Split that slut in two.”
“Fuck!” barks Kid prior to pulling her by the ass into his frantic fucking, forcing my legs to follow suit.
Sway her to him with no way of getting reprieve.
No possibility of having so much as a second to recover.
“Fuckkkk!”
Seeing his nails curl into the red flesh tightens my balls.
Tempts me into demanding to take her place.
“You want that cum, baby?” One hand executes an unpredicted spank to her ass cheek. “You want Sir to lick that cum out of you while I suck his cock?”
“Fuck, I want that,” I confess in a hot huff. “I want that shit right fuckin’ now.”
Kid pumps again and again, yet it’s the third that’s accompanied by his head snapping up to the ceiling on a body shaking bellow. “Fuckkkkkkkk!”
“Such a filthy fucking sound.” Not wolfishly smirking while watching his vagarious final jerks is impossible. “One of my favorites…”
The sight of his chest rapidly heaving and his strained figure uncontrollably trembling and Rabbit’s plump, red stained ass jiggling threatens to get me coming long before his lips are where I need them to be.
Thankfully, he reads my mind.
Pitilessly pushes me backwards.
Helps plop our cum dripping fiancée like a ragdoll onto my mouth.
Thrusting my tongue into her receives screams and tremors and instant pulsations that I immediately mirror the second my pants are down and Kid’s, scorching hot, wet mouth closes around my cock. Regardless of doing everything possible to hold back, there’s no stopping my hips from rising.
Or nuts from clapping.
Or dick from kicking as surges of cum are swallowed to the same unremitting speed that I’m gulping.
You know what?
“Mr. Incredible” may be grumpy that he can’t do everything he wants to do, but he also knows that there’s one thing with two people that no matter what happens, he’ll always make time to do.
Sometimes even twice before dinner.
Chapter 13
Kipp
I never imagined myself to be this.
An F1 racer?
Fuck yeah.
That was the dream as a kid.
An F1 commentator?
Of course.
Nowadays any gearhead with a camera phone, decent mic, and internet connection can do that shit.
Garage owner?
Sure.
It ran in my blood.
But a minivan dad?
Nope.
Like a car covered in astroturf…I did not see that shit coming.
But if I’m gonna do this shit…I’m gonna do this shit right.
And having lights that sync to the music playing in Big Bessie is doing this shit right.
While our son’s in his baby model, it’ll help keep him relaxed and entertained and brain developing during longer trips to the nearby cities and then when he’s in his teen model, it’ll give a badass, underground race vibe that lets all his friends know we’re the FF dads.
Okay.
I’ll be the Fast & Furious dad.
Young and innovative and willing to do the risky shit.
Nolan will most likely still be the Bandit Trans Ams.
Classic and aggressive and set in his design.
All of a sudden, an unsuspecting shiver runs up spine prompting me to sharply look to the left for the cause of the surprise sensation.
Seeing no one in the area nor near it has me uncomfortably shifting my weight between my feet.