Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 90(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Her eyes met mine, full of questions. The questions that kept on coming.
“What will happen to us, Kyle, once mother gets home? You are married to her.”
I could see she was getting nervous, and that was growing worse and worse every day. I knew why, and I was feeling it, too.
Too invested to stop.
Too in love to stop.
“I’m well aware that I’m married to her,” I said, flashing my wedding band, feeling another bout of frustration at the memory of a beach marriage worth sweet fuck all except for the girl sitting on top of me. She was worth a whole lot more than that.
Aimee pushed it further today.
“What you gonna do? Wait til she comes home and say what? Hey, honey, good trip? I’ve been fucking your daughter all the time you’ve been gone, how about a divorce?”
I pulled her into my arms, peppering her forehead with soft, wet kisses. “Leave it to me,” I said. “Daddy knows best.”
I just knew she was rolling her eyes.
I felt bad lying to Aimee, but I’d made a promise. A sworn-to-secrecy promise I had no intention of breaking.
I’d never intended to go down the love road, but I could feel it brewing beneath my skin. I’d never intended to go down the stepdaughter-sex road either, in fairness, but the love road was a whole leap further. Isn’t life fucking bizarre? One minute you’re at each other’s throats and the next you’re cosying up for meals-for-two. They say love and hate are a hair’s breadth apart. I guess they aren’t kidding.
She’d slept in my bed that night, and every night since. I’d fallen asleep with her soft curls in my face, the scent of her all around me. That had never been the plan either. We were off plotted terrain, stalking out in the wilderness.
I was about to take it a whole lot further. I was about to give her the fantasy she’d been dreaming of. One time – now or never.
My phone buzzed on my desk at work.
I knew who it was.
Message from Daddy’s girl.
Are you serious?
I’d left the note in her college bag, knowing full well she’d find it bright and early.
Deadly.
I sent my reply and waited for the ping. It arrived in seconds.
I don’t even know if he’ll come. I don’t know if he’ll want to.
I smiled as I keyed in my response.
I’m sure you’ll tempt him.
Another ping.
I don’t know if I can.
I could see Steve the HR asshole heading my way again, leaving me just enough time to fire off my final message.
I have utmost faith in you, sweetheart.
I let myself into the house quietly, listening for signs of success. A pair of brogues in the porch told me all I needed to know. She was such a good girl.
I crept up the stairs, taking care not to make my presence known. Not yet.
I pressed my ear up against her bedroom door, and sure enough I could hear her soft groans. The groans I’d come to crave so fucking badly.
My phone was tight in my hand, camera ready at my fingertips.
The look of surprise on Mikey-boy’s face was priceless when I burst inside. I snapped several decent pictures before he’d had chance to register what was happening. Aimee smiled pretty for the camera, making damn sure his cock was inside her in every shot.
“Surprise! You’re on candid camera!” I laughed. “Poor little Imogen. I don’t think she’s going to be a happy bunny when she sees these little beauties.”
“What the fuck?!” Mikey boomed. “What the fuck’s this shit?”
“Cheaters never prosper,” I smiled. “Never. Especially not when they end up plastered across social media.”
He pushed Aimee to the side, reaching for his jeans. “You set me up, didn’t you? You got me here on purpose.”
“Sorry,” she said, then pointed at me. “Daddy made me do it.”
“This is fucked up,” he snapped. “Really fucked up. What do you want from me?”
I sat down on the bed beside them both, loving the way he recoiled. “Funny you should ask,” I smiled. “Cock is what I want.”
His expression was full of disgust. “You want my dick? I don’t swing that way, man.”
“I don’t want your dick for me,” I said. “I want it for her.”
He pulled his shirt over his head. “She’s already had my cock. You’ve got the pictures on your fucking phone to prove it.”
“Mikey,” I said. “It is Mikey, right?”
“Mike, yeah,” he said, suspiciously.
“Ok, Mike. My beautiful stepdaughter isn’t like other girls. She needs a bit more...” Aimee’s eyes were on fire, full of adoration. “Have you ever had a threesome, Mike? Two guys, one girl?”
“I’m not like that,” he snapped. “I don’t do guys.”
“Neither am I,” I said. “But I tell you one thing, Mike. There isn’t much that feels better than a girl spread wide, riding two cocks at once. Look at her.” I gestured to Aimee. “She’s so ripe for it. Don’t tell me you aren’t tempted? Which do you want? Pussy or asshole? Take your pick.”