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)
“Of course, honey. You know that that’s what the Jacuzzi is for. Knock yourself out. Hell, I’ll even go out and get the water tuned on while you get changed.”
I flash him a brilliant smile because more than anything, I’d love for Carl to join me in the water. But it would be too forward, and as a result I just nod while skipping happily off to my room.
“Thanks, Daddy,” I murmur. “I appreciate.”
I’m not sure if Carl heard me say the D-word but I think he did because the flush on his cheeks darkens and I swear, his cock jerks again. I don’t call him “Daddy” on a regular basis. It’s just something that slips out every now and again, and it never fails to get a reaction from him, even though he tries to hide it. What does his reaction mean though? I have no idea.
Meanwhile, a small giggle rises in my throat as I shut the bedroom door behind me because Carl may be the man of the house … but I have some tricks up my sleeve that will knock his socks (and his shorts) off.
CHAPTER TWO
Carl
Fuck, this woman is killing me. What the hell was I thinking when I invited Clara to stay? I wasn’t thinking, that’s the thing. It was an impulsive invitation, and now I’m living to regret it.
Well, “living” would be an overstatement. It’s more than I’m barely hanging on by a thread as my libido roars to life, unable to resist the curvy girl. After all, I was expecting to see someone like the old Clara show up on my doorstep after I opened my doors to her. How could I have known? When her mother was alive, Clara would come and visit on occasion, but Vivian’s daughter had lank brown hair; a rash of acne on her chin; and a gangly body that probably weighed a hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet.
But now, I’m willing to believe that Clara’s a solid one seventy or one eighty, if not more. Even better, the weight’s gone to all the lushest parts of her body, including those huge, Double D breasts as well as the sweet bottom that sways as she walks around. I’ve seen her in the pencil skirts that she wears to work sometimes, and the woman’s got the classic hourglass figure: big on top, narrow at her waist, and then with a lush ass that has all the guys salivating when she sashays by.
Even worse, Clara often wears the tiniest of sleep sets when we’re at home together. Sometimes, it’s not much more than a tiny pink camisole which highlights those big breasts, and a pair of short shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. They’re somehow tight and loose at once, meaning that the elastic band clings to her waist, but then the shorts part is loose and floppy. It’s so bad that when she was sitting on the couch just last week with one leg bent at the knee, I was able to look right up one leg of her short shorts to catch a glimpse of steaming pink pussy. It was gorgeous and wetly swollen, and I almost died right there. Of course, I didn’t. Instead, I got up stiffly from the couch and bid her goodnight before limping off to my room like a man in pain. My boner hurt so much that I literally collapsed on the mattress after the bedroom door shut, before proceeding to rub one out, muffling my shouts in my pillow.
“Fuck, what has this woman done to me?” I mutter to myself while fiddling with the jets of the Jacuzzi. “I’m dying here.” Then, there’s a spray, a fizz, and the water bubbles to life as I adjust the temperature to a comfortable eighty. The Jacuzzi is one of the best parts of my property. After I bought this house, I had the tub specially installed in the backyard, and it’s a winner. The king-size Jacuzzi is made of stone-colored fiberglass stationed beneath a wooden gazebo. It’s dark now, but I accounted for that by installing a couple of lamps that shine in the night sky, bathing the hot tub in a warm glow. Lush greenery climbs up the wooden trellises of the gazebo, and as I stare at the bubbling water, my cock jerks again. I’d give anything to join Clara in the steamy water, but who am I kidding? I’d have my cock in that pregnant body so fast that she’d probably scream before crying bloody murder.
At that moment, my beautiful stepdaughter steps out into the backyard, clad in nothing but a pink silk robe and flip-flops.
“Thanks for getting everything ready, Carl,” she murmurs while approaching the gazebo. Then, the sweet girl pauses. “Are you going to get in the water too?”