Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I say, rolling his heavy balls around in the palm of my hand. “Give it to her. You can give me what’s mine later.”
Bella lowers her right hand from the headboard, slipping her fingertips down her belly, gasping as she starts to play with her clit, tears starting to leak down her temples. “I can’t believe Joe is finally going to come inside me.” Lust appears to be slurring her words, her eyes unfocused, heated. “I’ve wanted it so bad.”
“Me too, baby. For too goddamn long,” he groans, beginning to thrust once again, his tongue licking into her mouth repeatedly until she’s raising her hips in a delirious fit, screaming for his seed, her heels digging into the flesh of his butt. “Lord almighty. I’m about to make a mess in you, little girl. This tight thing ain’t even going to hold half of it.”
“I’ll try, Daddy,” Bella whispers, biting her lip like she has a secret—and Joe rears his head back and yells. “I’ll try and hold as much as I can.”
“Keep flexing it, Bella. Oh yeah. Oh God, yeah.” Joe is out of control now, pinning Bella to the bed with his chest, his hips rearing back and slamming home, moisture spraying everywhere, even onto me, as I’ve slipped down the bed to watch Joe’s eruption. “Keep squeezing that hot-ass cunt around me. I’ll give you anything you want. Anything.”
“I’ve got everything I want. We do. We’ve got you, Daddy,” she pants into a kiss, but that’s the last coherent thing she says, her mouth forming an O, her back arching dramatically off the bed, Joe’s big hands scooping beneath her bottom to hold her fast to his pumping cock as she writhes and wiggles and screams through her climax.
“If you’re old enough to take this cock, you’re old enough to take every drop of this come, too, you hear me? Spread those nineteen-year-old legs and take what you begged me for.” Joe’s back and thigh muscles ripple and flex, his face screwing up with pain as he orgasms, his alternating curses and words of praise loud enough to hear in another dimension, let alone down the street. He flattens my sister onto the bed, violently ramming upward between her thighs while he rakes his open mouth over the top of hers, her fingers tangled in his hair, sobs wrenching from her chest. “Good girl. Good girl. Good girl.”
I’m struggling to breathe watching them reach the crescendo, my nipples in aching spikes, my fingers back to playing between my legs, rubbing my clit, which is still so sensitive from my first orgasm. When Joe collapses on top of Bella and starts to kiss her eyelids, her sweaty forehead and mouth, I assume they’ll be in repose for a while. I’m crawling over to cuddle and celebrate with them when Joe sits back on his knees, his back starting to heave faster, faster.
When I travel on my hands and knees around to the front of him, he gives me an incredulous look and we stare down at his still erect cock, which drips with his essence, along with my sister’s.
Bella sits up, too, woozy and flushed, but clearly dumbfounded.
“It’s still so hard,” she praises, kneeling down as if praying to the altar of our stepfather, running a marveling hand up Joe’s bare chest. “Didn’t you put all the come inside of me?”
“I’ve never come that hard or that long in my life,” he says, breathing hard. All three of us glance at the photo of my mother on the other side of the room, as if to apologize, but none of us are sorry. Not anymore. We’re too wrapped up in the here and now. Each other. “But God, I already need to go again.” He strokes himself, moaning, his hot gaze zeroing in on my naked breasts. “Christ, maybe I need both of my girls to be satisfied.”
“Charlie,” Bella urges, beaming at me. “It’s your turn.”
12
Bella
Joe is a god. That’s all I can assume.
He’s fierce. A protector. Gorgeous. Honorable.
His stamina is apparently otherworldly.
He’s our Daddy. Forever and ever, amen.
My body is languid and sated after his raw, ferocious treatment of me and the subsequent orgasm that has changed me for life, but he’s a duty-bound man. He takes his responsibilities seriously and his body must recognize that Charlie and I require equal attention, that we hunger for his awareness evenly, because he is carrying my sister across the room and putting her in front of a full-length mirror on her hands and knees. Her eyes close in bliss as he massages her backside in roughly reverent hands, his arousal still standing straight up like a monument to sex.
“You want something a little different than your sister, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“I want whatever you give me.”
“Good answer.” He gathers her hair around his fist and pulls her head back, speaking against the crown of her head. “I know what that fuckable body needs, don’t I?”