Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
She whimpers and wiggles in the straps, whining my name—and I can’t wait another second to fuck my sexy little stepsister.
Getting to my feet once again, I tuck my aching cock inside her entrance, grab hold of her hips and yank back, impaling her on my lap. “Oh fuck yeah,” I pant, the swing’s chains rattling as I deliver ferocious pump and ferocious pump, her screams being absorbed by the soundproof walls. No one the wiser that I’m balls deep in family, right under their noses.
It’s not forever.
It’s not forever.
As always, I house the fear that our secrecy will cause a strain on this girl I love beyond reason, despite her assurances to the contrary. Nonetheless, my hoarse demands echo that worry. “Tell me you love me. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she sobs, her hips working overtime to welcome me home. “I’m yours forever, Tristan.”
I draw her back roughly, her buttocks slapping up against my stomach, my dick squeezing in and out of that tight motherfucking hole that haunts me when I’m away from her for more than five minutes. “Let me get you pregnant,” I growl.
Those words leave me without premeditation, but as soon as they’ve been uttered, I can never take them back and I don’t want to. There is nothing more in the world that I want but to have a family with Cate. My love, my stepsister, my life.
“How?” she breathes, quietly, as if we’re sharing a secret.
I lean down and press a kiss into the center of her back, another one on her shoulder. “We’ll tell them it was a choice. You planned it.”
“Artificial—”
“Yes.”
She moans, her sex rippling around me. “Yes, Daddy. Do it.”
I rear back and slap her ass. “No more pills for you, little girl.”
God help us both, the talk of pregnancy turns us into animals. The equipment groans under the force of my drives, both of us calling hoarsely to each other, my grip on her hips bruising as she swings forward and slams back onto my lap. Chains clank. My American flag pin catches the light and winks at me mockingly in the dim room, but nothing can stop me. Nothing can stop us. Or keep us apart. Not even the free world.
Another six years later
It’s my final press conference as a two-term president.
Cate stands to my right, her arm around our five-year-old daughter.
Although, technically, no one knows I’m her father.
They assume I’ve brought my niece and stepsister on stage for my farewell address. Not abnormal. My father and Rebecca are there, too, beaming at the large crowd.
I say the final words of my speech and turn to Cate, letting her see the wealth of love and adoration in my eyes. Letting everyone see how much she means to me. How she’s responsible for every beat of my heart and always will be. And then I kiss her. Long and good. In front of the cameras, using my tongue, my fingers brushing her leather collar. I kiss her in front of the nation I’ve led for eight years.
There are camera flashes and shouted questions as soon as I pull away, but I don’t pay it any attention. I simply hold my Cate’s hand and usher her, and our daughter, off the stage to begin the next phase of our lives. In the light.
THE END