Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I’d love nothing more than to show her exactly what a daddy does to brats, but I can’t. Not when I’m in this state. All the blood in my body has rushed to my dick, and I can’t think straight. Instead, I slam my door and press my hand against it. I’m not sure if I’m trying to stop her from coming in or stop myself from going after her.
I’m not careful as I rip open the front of my pants and close my eyes. The image of her naked body is burned into my brain. I recall every curve as I pull my cock out and then bring her panties to my face. I inhale deeply, getting the scent of her cunt in my lungs. Her bare lips were so soft, but I felt the wetness between them.
My balls tighten, and I look down to see I’ve already started dripping. I use her panties to wipe across the tip, but more leaks out. I’m so close to cumming that I can’t wait any longer. I open her panties and groan when I see the wet spot she left in the crotch. She was horny while she stripped for me, and it makes me wonder if she still is.
I press the head of my cock against the wet spot and push into them. I imagine humping her while she was wearing these, and I groan in pleasure. I wouldn’t have to fuck her; this would be enough. If she let me get on top of her, she could keep them on. I could take my cock out and push against her panties. I would thrust like I was fucking her, but there would be a barrier to keep me from doing it.
Her soft thighs would part in invitation, and if the material got wet enough, maybe she would reach between us to adjust it. She could accidentally adjust them too much and I could slip past.
My body shudders with pleasure as I spurt cum into her panties. It’s almost embarrassing how fast I cum, but there’s no one here to witness my shame. It’s hot and fast, but it does little to take the edge off. My stepsister has me wound so fucking tight I can’t be in the same room with her without popping wood.
“Fuck,” I grunt when the last of my cum pumps into her panties. I’ve made a mess of them, and there’s no way she’s getting them back now. I tuck them into my pants before I strip off my clothes and put on some gray joggers and nothing else.
Once I’m finished changing, I remember her phone. I cloned it earlier, which means I should be able to see everything she’s doing right now. Along with her search history. Is this an invasion of privacy? Yes. Do I care? Not a bit.
The first thing I do when I open the cloning program is check her text messages. She’s texting Josie, but she doesn’t mention that I made her strip. Interesting. She calls me an asshole, which is fair, and then tells her she’s tired and is getting ready for bed.
My fingers pause when I see the last message from Josie.
Josie: The article I sent you earlier says masturbating helps. I’m sure you could think of something to help with that, lol! Night, night!
“What the fuck?” I click the article she sent Goldie, and my eyes widen.
It’s a medical website giving advice on what to do if your vagina is too tight. It talks about stimulating the clitoris and starting small with one-finger penetration. It even suggests rubbing against things like a pillow or your partner's thigh to build pleasure. It’s essentially a how-to on getting so turned on that when you stretch the hole it isn’t painful.
A text message pops up on Goldie’s phone, and I click over to see it.
Goldie: Might as well. At least it will help me sleep. Talk to you tomorrow!
I swallow hard as I watch her phone switch from text messages to Google. She types something into the search bar, but before I can see what it is, a screen begins to load. I can’t imagine what kind of porn she looks at, but the idea of her getting off to another man makes me clench my fists. Maybe now is a good time to take that door off.
I’m having so many jealous thoughts that I’m not paying attention to the screen until something catches my eye. That’s when I see she’s on my company’s website. I’m confused until she goes to the ‘about’ page, and a picture of me appears on the screen. It’s one that was taken a few months ago when my web designer updated the site. He joked that I looked pissed off in my picture, which I did, but I was annoyed that the photographer was late, and I wanted to get it over with.