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)
“Oh no,” I say quickly. “This is all for you, sweetheart. I have some work to finish up in the house, so I better get back.”
“Oh, okay,” says Clara in a soft voice. “Sure that makes sense.”
What did that “oh, okay” mean? Does she want me to get in? But it’s hard to see her expression because the lights have cast her face into shadow, even as the blood races in my veins. Then, Clara moves towards the hot tub while letting the pink robe slip from her shoulders and it’s then that I go from rubber to iron in about two seconds flat because she’s gorgeous. The sweet girl’s wearing a hot pink bikini that must be at least two sizes too small. Or maybe it’s the pregnancy doing it? I don’t know.
All I know is that her breasts spill out of the small triangle tops along both the sides and the bottom. My mouth goes dry as I envisioning kissing the underside of one of her breasts, and maybe running my tongue along the fold of where her tit meets her torso. But that’s not all. Her belly swells with child, plain as day, and fuck, but she looks so full and ripe. This is a woman with proven fertility, and maybe it’s the alpha male in me, but it turns me on. Clara’s a lush female goddess, and I’d give anything to bury my mouth and cock in that sweet space between her thighs.
But fuck, she can’t know. The young woman’s pregnant, for crying out loud, and living under my roof too! She trusts me, and I can’t violate her innocence. As a result, I become a babbling mess as I backpedal into the shadows while making excuses.
“Have a good time!” I call. “Yeah, I’ll just be working in my office. Call if you need anything!”
“I will,” she says in a soft voice while slipping into the water. “Mmm, the bubbles feel good. Thank you again, Carl.”
Then, I let myself into the house with a fumbling hand, stopping only when the door’s shut tight behind me. It’s then that I slump against the wood, a sweat on my brow as my cock pulses with urgent need. Fuck, what is the brat doing to me? It’s as if I’ve become a horny teenage boy desperate to rut the sweet female form outside … and even worse, the urges are only becoming stronger.
CHAPTER THREE
Clara
I sigh with bliss, letting my muscles relax in the heated water. Of course, I’m not going to stay too long because I’m pregnant and hot tubs aren’t great for women who are expecting. Moms-to-be can overheat, sweat profusely, or even lose consciousness, and I definitely don’t want to risk that. As a result, I’m only going to stay in the water ten minutes tops because it’s just too risky and I don’t want to hurt my baby.
But still, it feels good to let my muscles relax. I was telling the truth when I told Carl about desk jobs. I’m not used to sitting for eight hours a day and as a result, my back feels a little tight. Heck, even my leg muscles and arm muscles are a bit cramped and the warm water helps them loosen as a blissful sigh escapes from my mouth.
Yet this experience shouldn’t be wasted because contrary to what Carl thinks, I saw how his mouth dropped and his eyes bugged when I lost the pink robe. It’s true. I’m clad now only in a bright pink bikini, and as my stepfather took in my lush curves, I could swear that he was tempted to ravish me right then and there. His cock was hard, and twitched visibly in his shorts. Those blue eyes bored holes into my ripe form, and I almost took off my bikini too, just to push things further.
But that’s the thing. Carl’s a disciplined and honorable man. He’s never done anything but look and even when he does that, I can tell he feels bad about it. It’s not that I resemble my mom. Oh no, it’s nothing creepy like that. Vivian was blonde and skinny with my grandmother’s nose, so no one would think us to be related, much less mother and daughter. But evidently, Carl likes his women lush and fertile because I see how he gazes at my big belly, not to mention the huge breasts that come with pregnancy. I see how he licks his lips while taking in my apple-bottom, which really, is more of a watermelon-bottom at this point given its huge size.
I giggle again. No doubt, Carl’s taking an ice cold shower right now while pulling one out in the small stall. I certainly hope so and my pussy pulses, thinking of the huge man beating one out with his hand. I’d love to be in there with him to help, but he needs to make peace with his conscience first. I can’t push him beyond what I’ve already done, and besides, I’ve got a beautiful night to myself in this steamy water. I might as well make the most of the opportunity.