Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“I saw you,” I hiss, my blue eyes shooting sparks. “I saw what you did.”
Clara looks confused.
“You saw me doing what?” she asks hesitantly. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Carl.”
I stand from the bench then, stalking to the swing set area as the blood in my veins reaches a boiling point. Then, I swivel and stare at her, daggers jetting from my eyes.
“I saw you fucking that man in the shower,” I hiss again, venom dripping from my words. “What the fuck, Clara? You brought your boyfriend to my house? To fuck him in a shower stall that I use every day?”
Her face goes pale as she gasps. But then she asks in a hesitant tone, “Did you see who it was?”
“NO!” I rage. “There was too much steam, but I saw everything you did. I saw how he had you bent over as you screamed and begged for it. I saw that hard cock railing your pussy even as you called yourself “his fucktoy” and “his fuckdoll.” What the hell?” I practically scream then. “You’re pregnant! How could you do this?”
Clara’s got a stricken look on her face as she approaches me.
“I’m so sorry, Carl,” she says in a pleading tone. “I thought you were at golf and never imagined in a million years that you’d come home and see us. I thought you’d be gone for hours!”
“Yeah, well you thought wrong!” I thunder, my expression one of pure fury. “You fucking slut! You’re such a whore, spreading your legs for another man!”
Clara’s crying now, sweet tears dripping down her cheeks.
“I didn’t mean to!” she pleads. “I mean, I did but I don’t get why you’re so angry! It’s obvious that I’ve had sex before because I’m pregnant! I’m twenty-two too, so I’m my own woman with needs, and the pregnancy’s made me extra-horny, okay? So yes, I asked him to come over when I thought you were away, and yes, we went at it hard in the shower. But I never meant for it to become an issue!”
I pause, seething.
“Well, it is an issue!” I hiss to my teeth. “Because I want your curves, Clara. I want that pussy and ass, and if you’re in my house, then you should be servicing me!”
The sweet girl’s mouth drops open then in shock.
“What?” she manages in a trembling voice. “What are you saying?”
I stare at the ground, hating myself.
“I want you, okay?” I grind out. “You’ve been a fucking temptation since the moment you set foot over my doorstep, but what the fuck am I supposed to do? You’re my deceased wife’s daughter!”
Still, Clara seems utterly surprised.
“You want me?” she repeats in a whisper.
“Of course I do!” I rasp hungrily, looking up and down her voluptuous form, unable to help myself. “And you know what? I don’t give a fuck anymore. Turn around,” I say in a harsh voice.
Clara’s still staring at me in shock, so I do it for her. I reach forwards and before I even realize what I’m doing, I’ve spun her around and then pushed her down so that she’s kneeling in the sand, her belly supported by the swing.
“I’m going to own these curves,” I rasp while flipping her skirt up over that heart-shaped ass. “Clearly, you share this shit with other men, so I might as well get my piece too.”
She mewls then, still crying a bit. But I can also see how her pussy’s swollen beneath her thong, glistening with moisture. Fuck, she’s turned on! Sure enough, as I watch, she creams a bit more, the vaginal fluids sliding in a slippery trail down the lips of her cunt before dipping down one thigh.
“Carl, I didn’t mean to,” she pants. “You don’t have to do this!”
“Yes, I do,” I rage while undoing my pants in jerky movements. “These curves have always belonged to me, and now I’m taking what’s mine.”
With that, I reach down and pluck the thong out of her ass before strapping it over one big buttock. A low groan escapes my throat because Clara’s beautiful here. Her pussy’s obviously raw and ravaged from that other guy, and if I’m not mistaken, the strange man’s sperm is still dripping a bit from her hole. But then I get an idea. I spit onto her anus, watching as the saliva oozes over her pleats before sliding into that tiny orifice.
“Have you ever been taken here before?” I ask, lightly grazing a finger over that forbidden pucker.
Clara lets a breathless squeal then.
“Carl, you can’t!” she pants. “We’re in a public park! We shouldn’t even be doing this!”
But I merely worm my way deeper into her ass, her face clenching with pleasure as I stir my finger around, loosening her anal walls.
“There’s no one here right now,” I hiss. “Besides, I want this ass. Now again: have you been claimed here before?”