Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
He rises up, leaving me empty with his finger pulling from my ass, then giving my pussy a slap that makes me draw a quick breath. His pants are bulging as his hands go right to his belt.
“That’s enough, princess. You have to trust me. That’s the deal. And if you can’t stop thinking about your mom, then it’s my job to give your mind something else to concentrate on, and your mouth something else to do.”
He slips the belt through the loops, unfastens his pants, and pushes them down along with his boxers.
And all thoughts of Mom are driven from my mind.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to his cock. I certainly won’t ever get over how hard it gets when he’s around me. My mouth is watering even before I lean forward and take hold of the shaft near the base, licking my lips as a drop of pre-cum forms at the tip.
“Daddy,” I whisper, then lean forward and wrap my lips around his head.
The salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum spreads over my tongue, and I moan with need as his cock fills my mouth. I breathe through my nose, sucking in my cheeks as I move my head forward and back, squeezing the base as I bring my other hand up to cup his balls just the way I know he likes.
“Good girl,” Daddy says, his hand going to the back of my head. The squelching sound of my lips around his shaft rings out as he guides me, increasing my speed and forcing me to go deeper, his cock starting to bob at my throat as I gag and try to concentrate on my breathing. “That’s better. No more talk of your mother. When she gets back, I’ll deal with it and protect you. You’re not on your own, baby.”
I garble out a, “Yes, Daddy,” but nearly choke on cock as the words come out in a senseless mumble.
All my worries are lost as I suck and swallow, squeezing and trying to keep my eyes on his, watching as his jaw clenches, and I know I’m doing a good job. Daddy’s good girl.
“Nearly there, baby,” he says. “You want it on your face or in your throat?”
“Face, Daddy,” I try to say, but the words are jumbled.
“Good girl. Keep sucking… Keep going…” He strokes my hair as I feel him swell inside my mouth.
Then he pulls out suddenly, and I flinch as cum spurts from the tip, hitting my cheek and nose, my eyebrow, my chin.
And at the same time, the front door opens.
“Guess who got an early fliiii-ight!” My mom sings as she sweeps into the hallway, dropping her bags and turning our way. Then she freezes, her mouth dropping wide, and the look on her face is one of absolute horror. “Dear God…”
“Mom, it’s…” I lick my lips instinctively, wanting to taste the cum as it sticks on my nose and my eyelashes, dripping down my chin. Her eyebrows shoot up another inch and a half. “It’s…”
“It’s none of her fucking business, baby,” Daddy growls, squeezing out the last spurt of semen onto my cheek.
“None of my business? None of my business?” Mom shrieks. “That’s my daughter! Or, no, wait, that’s a little fucking whore.” Her eyes narrow.
Is it disapproval I see in her face, or jealousy?
“Mom, please—” I mumble, my face smeared and dripping in Reuben’s release.
“Get to your room, right now,” She screams. “And you?” she points at Reuben, then shakes her head. “How long—"
“She’s not going anywhere.” Daddy’s hand rests on my head as I try to wiggle out from in front of him, his dripping cock still hard in front of my face. And I have to admit… Still tempting. Even with my mom standing there, part of me wants to take a quick lick at that last droplet seeping out of the tip. “Winona is mine. And you can either accept that or get out. Your choice, Catrina.”
“You’re her stepfather, for Christ’s sake!”
“Hmm, not really. But none of that fucking matters anyway. She’s legal, you can’t do a fucking thing about this. You get on board with that, you can stay for a while. But you apologize for calling her a whore.”
“I will not.” Mom folds her arms over her chest. I don’t miss the way her eyes keep darting to his cock, and I do wonder why Reuben is not in any hurry to cover us up.
“Yeah, you’re right. You shouldn’t stay here. We need our space, because shit like this?” He waves a hand in front of him, where I’m frozen, blinking, dripping with his sticky cream. “This shit’s gonna be going on a lot, and we need our privacy.”
“And where exactly am I supposed to go?”
Daddy shrugs. “A hotel. A hostel. Back to fucking Vegas, for all I care.”