Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
It was so dirty, so wrong.
And so incredibly perfect.
My moans and his grunts mingled with the sound of our bodies slapping together. Everything else faded away until nothing existed outside of this room. It was just me and my dad with stars in our eyes and nothing but love for each other.
Then he slid a second finger to my ass, and my mind exploded.
My whole body went rigid, every muscle seizing up. Dad continued fucking me through the throbs and the moans, until I collapsed onto the bed with my face in the pillow.
He pulled out suddenly, and I could hardly bring myself to react in the afterglow of my orgasm.
“I hope you liked what you tasted earlier,” Dad said, flipping me onto my back. “Because you’re about to suck yourself off my cock.”
I sat up as quickly as my tired bones would allow.
“Open your mouth for me, Willow.”
I didn’t have it in me to pretend not to want it. He slid his wet cock into my mouth until it touched the back of my throat. I gagged, and he immediately pulled back a few inches.
“Use your tongue. I want you to lick me clean before I come all over you.”
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, savoring the taste of my pussy and the salt of his pre-come. Gripping the base, I licked my way up the underside and then took as many inches as I could handle. The sound my dad made, a rough exhale and a groan rolled into one, filled me with renewed power.
“That’s it,” he said. “Such a brave girl.”
His praise encouraged me. I eagerly ran my tongue over every inch of his cock, until he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to stop. He took over stroking. I watched, fascinated by the way he orchestrated his own pleasure.
“Open your mouth,” he growled.
I had only just parted my lips when the first spurt landed on my tongue. I closed my eyes, allowing him to splatter my lips and chin with his release. When it was over, I met his gaze and caught him staring at me with something close to awe.
“I still can’t believe that I get to keep you. It just doesn’t seem fair to the rest of the world.” He gathered up the come that had landed around my lips and then held out his fingers for me to suck.
I knew without being told that he wanted me to swallow it, so that’s exactly what I did.
“Believe it,” I said, licking my lips. “You’re stuck with me now.”
“I can get behind that.”
Arousal throbbed in my belly at the thought of him taking me from behind again. He must have noticed a change in my face because he chuckled.
“Ready for more already? You’re going to kill me, baby.”
“No way,” I said. “Neither of us is allowed to die anytime soon.”
“All right, no dying.”
Dad stretched out on the bed and opened his arms to me so we could snuggle. I laid my head on his chest, thinking back to simpler times when we’d cuddled under the stars—fully clothed.
No one could have guessed we’d end up like this, but then who could have imagined we’d go through hell and manage to escape with our lives?
“What do you think about moving somewhere nobody knows us?” he said suddenly. “Somewhere we could be together without having to hide.”
“I don’t know. I’ve never lived anywhere else.” If I was honest, I hadn’t actually thought that far ahead. I was just happy not to be getting on a cross-country flight tomorrow.
“It would be a big change,” he said. “But since when are we the kind of people to back down from a challenge?”
True. We’d already proven we could handle the worst that fate might throw at us. We were survivors. Dirty, sick, and twisted, but also brave and fierce.
“I’m sure we could handle it,” I said.
My dad stared into the middle distance, stroking my arm.
“But first we should both get therapy.”
Epilogue
Willow
Three Years Later
I turned the volume up in the car as I glided down the highway, singing along to a song with the windows rolled down. My hair whipped around my face; it was going to be a crazy mess by the time I got home, but I didn’t care. It was nice to feel the wind and the sunshine on my skin.
The weather in California was amazing. I was skeptical at first, when my dad suggested we move to Pineridge two years ago. But the prospect of starting over somewhere we could be a real couple was too tempting to pass up. We bought a three-bedroom house on the outskirts of Yosemite National Park, and Dad took a job as an arborist working for the National Park Service.
As for me, I was studying astrophysics at a university in Santa Cruz. The drive to and from campus took about six hours in total, but since most of my classes were online, I only needed to be on campus once a week. I didn’t mind the long drive. It gave me time to think. Dad was concerned about the distance and even suggested we rent an apartment closer to school, which I was open to looking into; at least it wasn’t the east coast. Still, nothing could beat the rolling hills and proximity to hiking trails that Pineridge afforded.