Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
She whimpered. She was now entirely on display. There wasn’t a part of her pussy that Brody couldn’t reach. He slid his tongue deep inside her pussy. She moaned. She needed more. To be pushed over the edge. She couldn’t handle this for much longer.
“Please, Daddy. Please.”
“Not yet.”
God. He had to be close, right? And surely he wouldn’t leave her hanging. Her whimpers filled the room along with the noises of Brody’s ass being fucked. She wished she could see. She loved watching the two of them together.
“Daddy, please!”
“All right, baby girl. You. Can. Come.”
She moaned as she found her release. Her head went back as her entire body shuddered. The Fox grunted and she assumed he was coming as well, but she was too busy floating on a cloud of pleasure.
When she came back down to earth, she was aware of the Fox talking in a low voice to Brody, who he had bent over the island. He was wiping him clean with a cloth.
Darn. That was so sexy.
“I can . . . I can clean myself up, Sir.”
“Shh, Pup. You did a good job taking me in your ass while giving our girl an orgasm. Let me take care of you now.”
Aww. She loved when the Fox got a bit lovey-dovey.
Hmm, maybe lovey-dovey was the wrong word. The Fox wasn’t really the lovey-dovey type.
But he could show a caring side. Even though he’d probably deny it.
“Stand up, Pup. Good boy.” Clasping his face with his hand, he kissed Brody hard and hot.
“Jesus help me,” Brody muttered.
“Told you that’s not going to work.” The Fox nipped at Brody’s lip. “Put your pajamas back on and wait for me. I’ve got to get another cloth for our girl.”
“I can do it,” she said quickly.
“Stay where you are,” the Fox ordered her.
“I might have made a mess on the counter.”
The Fox snorted. “Messes are my specialty.”
Good. Lord.
Her eyes widened as she stared over at Brody. “Do you think he knows what I did?”
“I dunno,” Brody said. “Hope not. We’re already in trouble for staying up late.”
The Fox walked back in with another cloth and moved toward her. There was something in his face that she couldn’t read. A sort of knowledge that had a shiver running up her spine.
“Lean back, Bunny. Spread those legs for me.”
Swallowing heavily, she did as ordered, moaning slightly at the feel of the warm cloth on the lips of her pussy. He was thorough as he ran the fabric over her.
“Good girl,” he told her. “You can sit up now.”
He placed his hand around the back of her neck before kissing her.
Oh yum.
When he drew back, she swayed slightly. He lifted her down, then helped her get dressed. She loved it when he took care of her like this.
After handing her Freddy Fox, he picked up the bottle she’d forgotten about. He tipped the ruined milk down the sink.
“Do you want a bottle, baby girl?” he asked gently. “I can make you a new one.”
“No, Daddy. Not anymore.”
Nodding, he picked her up and settled her on his hip. Then he held his other hand out to Brody. “Come here, Pup.”
Brody snuggled in against him.
“Now, that was sick, don’t you think?”
She stiffened. Uh-oh. Had she misheard him? She had to have misheard him, right?
That was the only explanation.
“What did you say, Papa?” Brody asked.
“I said wasn’t that sick? Isn’t that what the cool kids are saying?”
Oh, hell.
Brody met her gaze as she stared at him in shock. There was no way that was a coincidence. There was no such thing as a coincidence with the Fox.
“Hmm, Bunny? Isn’t that the word? Sick?”
Crap.
She thought it was fair to say that he not only knew . . . but he wasn’t thrilled with her right now. With his hand holding Brody’s, he started walking to their bedroom.
“Well, Bunny? Cat got your tongue? Or is it a Fox? Or a bear?”
Oh, heck.
There was no denying it. So she should accept her punishment gracefully—the way she always did.
“Daddy, you can’t spank me for it.”
“Spank you for what, baby girl?” He took them through the large bedroom and into the attached bathroom. He placed her on the counter between the double sinks.
Then, to her surprise, he turned to Brody and patted the counter on the other side. “Up you go.”
“Sir?”
“I’m Papa right now. I think a Little-Middle weekend is in order. Especially with how naughty both of you were tonight . . . well, today since it’s now morning. And well past time that a bad Bunny and a naughty Pup were in bed.”
“It wasn’t Brody-bear’s fault, Daddy. I did it all on my own. But don’t spank me, Daddy. Pretty please. I’ll cry. A lot.” She put her hands under her butt, trying to protect it.
Yep, totally accepting her punishment gracefully.
“But I should have been looking after you better,” Brody-bear protested.