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)
Wow. Charlie is rifling her hips back to match his thrusts, making her bottom smack off Joe’s belly, whimpers kindling in her throat, her eyes focused on his in the mirror. She’s incredible. “Only for you, Daddy.”
“That’s right. Nobody else touches what’s mine now. My gorgeous girls, my gorgeous pussies. All fucking mine.” He’s riding her for broke now, reminding me of a Wild West cowboy, chest damp with perspiration, his hair in a sweaty sideways mess that I find as endearing and sexy as the rest of him. His head is thrown back, eyes closed in bliss as he gallops, his enormous length appearing and disappearing inside of Charlie with sharp sucking sounds, her mouth open, her cries growing more and more high-pitched. “Squeezing that dick, little girl, ain’t you? You close?”
“Uh-huh,” she hiccups. “Uh-huh.”
Growling with satisfaction, Joe reaches between my sister’s legs and starts a gentle massage of her clit, moving her flesh around on the pads of his fingers, and I can see it all happening in the mirror, like the best pornography money could buy, Charlie’s pussy dripping on the rug, her breasts shaking from the force of his pumps, eyes glazed, but definitely focused on reaching her climax.
“You’re going to put it back there?” she asks him, pouting out that lower lip.
“That’s what I said, Charlie.”
A small head tilt. “Did my mom let you do…that to her, Joe?”
He makes a sound, part guilt, part lust, nostrils flaring. “No.”
Charlie gives me a conspiratorial smile in the mirror, but hers starts to waver almost immediately, because Joe is strumming that spot between her thighs and it’s taking the best toll, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, trapping a scream, followed by Joe fucking deep as possible and grinding his cock while she groans and shivers uncontrollably, her orgasm letting out onto the floor while his fingers continue to tease and play and learn her.
I roll onto my back at this point and start to stroke the come-soaked valley of my own pussy, letting my head dangle backward over the edge of the bed, so I can watch Joe pull out of Charlie’s sex and put the smooth tip of his shaft between her cheeks. Into that forbidden entrance. Giving easy, shallow thrusts of his hips, but even that seems to be providing him unimaginable pleasure.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” he chants, sweat dripping off his face.
“Does that feel good?” Charlie watches him in the mirror, her face alive with excitement. “Go deeper, Daddy. Do to me what you weren’t allowed to do to her.”
“Stop,” he grunts, sinking in a little deeper. “Ohhhhhh. It’s so fucking good.”
“Who wouldn’t give a man like you anything he wanted?” she purrs, angling her hips higher, cheek to the rug. “You going to let him have you like this, too, Bella?”
“Yes,” I whimper, sinking two fingers into my entrance. “I’ll start playing with your toys to get ready. I want to please Joe in every single way.”
“I’m going to blow again,” Joe heaves, hips beginning to lose rhythm. “One more inch, Charlie. Please, I’ll give you anything you want.”
She shakes her bottom in his lap, smiling at him over her shoulder. “Take two inches, Daddy.”
He comes apart at the seams, bucking once, holding fast while tremors move through his powerful body, spend puddling on the floor beneath their joined bodies, more and more and more, still, when Joe pulls out of Charlie’s rear entrance and uses his fist to jack the rest onto her smooth back, leaving a trail of white milky semen on her spine. I find my second peak, nowhere near as delicious as the one Joe gave me, but enough to calm my need, and I crawl over to them where they sit in a heap in front of the mirror, laying on my side and settling my head on Joe’s thigh. Charlie rests her head on the other and he strokes both of our hair until we fall asleep.
13
Joe
Idrag myself into the kitchen and set about brewing a pot of coffee. Catching sight of myself on the glass of the microwave, I wince. For a man who has spent the last forty-eight hours fucking two energetic nineteen-year-olds, I look like hell. There are bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. Hickeys all over my neck. Nail marks down my chest and back. My back and hips and jaw are sore. My hair has been pulled and fisted, leaving it in ninety directions. Yeah, I look like shit.
But damn right there’s a smile on my face.
Over the course of the last two days, I’ve had to make use of the times Bella and Charlie were asleep. I had work to do. After all, I’m driving them to college in a few days and there’s a lot of shit to resolve.