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)
“Can I just have it hard and quick, Daddy?” Bella whispers against my mouth. “Right here? I just need to feel you so bad. Nothing feels like you. Nothing.” I’m already taking her panties off from beneath her tight-ass skirt and picking her up, planting her bare butt against the front of the counter. “I hate every second we spend away from you.”
“Hate it,” Charlie whines, her fingernails scraping over my nipples, making me grit my teeth on a hot shudder. “And we hate when you go to the gym. All the women stare at you and hit on you. We know it.”
“We’re going with you next time,” Bella says, screaming behind her teeth when I enter her wet pussy with a single thrust, slamming her ass up against the counter and rattling the wooden doors, my balls, as always, ready to implode from the slick tightness, the way her thighs lock around me like missing pieces, my heart swelling over the act of being joined with someone I love to a desperate degree. “We’re going to remind everyone you’re taken.”
“You can come with me to the gym whenever the hell you want,” I rasp, banging her roughly with scooping slams of my hips, her pussy juicing eagerly around my shaft. “I’m only there to stay fit. To service my girls. No other reason.”
“And you service us so well, Daddy,” Charlie whispers in my ear, her fingers sneaking down the back of my sweatpants, and I hold my breath when she teases the entrance to my ass, her finger damp in a way that tells me she licked it first. That digit rubs and plays, and finally slides inside of me, all the goddamn way, while I ram my cock into Bella, my lusty groans filling the kitchen, along with Bella’s whimpers, the wet squeak of her cunt.
There’s pressure everywhere now. Front and back.
In my throat, my head, my chest.
I’m pouring sweat, delirious with unspent hunger, awash in an embarrassment of riches watching my stepdaughter’s tits bounce in sync with my pounding thrusts, her eyes projecting nothing short of hero worship onto me while I fuck her like an uncaged beast, her ankles knocking into my outer thighs and her sister’s finger buried in my ass.
“Get me pregnant, Joe,” Bella whispers, while Charlie grinds her finger higher, then adds a second, making me choke out a curse, my balls twisting up into my undercarriage. Lord have mercy. “We decided I’m going to have a baby first.”
“What?” I say raggedly, my hips unable to stop rutting, rutting, rutting, she’s so fucking tight and perfect and drenched. Belonging to me.
“She stopped taking the pills you put us on. She stopped last week,” Charlie murmurs in my ear, licking the lobe. “It’s time, Joe. We want this so bad. We want to make our Daddy a father.”
Looking into Bella’s eyes and feeling Charlie’s warm, loving breath on my back, I realize…yeah. I want to start a family with my girls, more than anything. I’ve been keeping the desire at bay, but now that the moment is here, imagining them with swollen bellies, everyone knowing I’m the father, pitches me over the edge into oblivion and I look Bella in the eye while I blast off, her orgasm pulsing around me, her screams of joy joining with Charlie’s reverent whispers of encouragement. And I know three things simultaneously.
That without a doubt we’ll be welcoming a child in nine months.
That Charlie will demand a turn immediately afterward.
Lastly, until the world stops turning, I’ll love Bella and Charlie with my very soul.
They’ll love me back, too.
And wouldn’t you know it? All of my predictions come true.
THE END