Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
I step out the back door and grab a big pink tropical flower off a stem and put it in a glass on the edge of the tray. Then Dad takes the tray and we head upstairs together.
I don’t knock. Fuck knocking. She’s ours and she needs to know it. We find her snuggled up in the middle of the bed, all her curves accentuated by the sheets. We talked about it last night. It was hell sending her away to sleep alone but it’s part of this process. From today on, she won’t ever be alone in bed. This is happening, it might be bumpy, or smooth as her silky pussy, but there’s no going back.
Dad and I groan together, and the primal sound makes her stir.
“Alright,” she mumbles with sleep still in her voice when she spots the breakfast tray. “Now I’m definitely dreaming.”
She scoots up toward the headboard. Dad sets the tray down and I make sure the pillows are set behind her head.
We sit down on the bed on either side of her, and it makes the frame groan. I make a mental note to do a major bed frame upgrade when we get back to Detroit. Because the way we’re going to fuck her, it’s serious. And some bullshit bedframe won’t cut it.
Dad feeds her a slice of bacon while I get to work on her calf muscles, grabbing a bottle of essential oil from where I put it on the tray for just this purpose. She’s all groans and whimpers. And the way the bacon makes her lips slick and shiny?
Fuck.
We take turns feeding her and it’s the most fucking erotic thing I think I’ve ever experienced. She opens that little mouth for each bite, eyes wide and trusting as we nourish her body and she feeds our souls.
When she’s waving us off we finally relent.
“I’m stuffed.” She smiles on a warm exhale. “I’ve never been fed like that. It was…amazing.”
“So,” Dad says. “Tell us where you’re at in your head, baby girl. Tell us what you’re thinking about all of this today.”
She inhales quick and sharp and opens her mouth to answer.
But I shake my head at her. “Take your fucking time. Take a breath. Think.”
She closes her eyes, and takes a big breath. A yoga breath. Seven counts in, eight counts out.
“Good girl. Good girl.”
She beams, pinning her tongue between her teeth. “Okay. I am excited. And I am nervous. But I heard you two talking last night while I was on the way up the steps. I am enjoying this so much and I just…” She looks at us both, shy, almost nervous. “I just don’t want this to end.”
Dad nods, and so do I.
“There are going to be some rules, baby. Rule one is you leave the worrying to us. Tell me you understand that.”
Her eyes dart back and forth between us, uncertain for a second, but then softer and more certain. “Yes. I understand.”
“Because just one of us is perfectly fucking capable of sheltering you from any storms that are coming. And both of us together? The rest of the world doesn’t stand a chance. Alright?”
She nods. “Yes, Papa. Yes, Daddy.”
All this, it’s important. The negotiation. The talking. I fucking know that. But at the same time, my balls are aching for her. I’ve got so much cum backed up in my dick for her that I feel like a wild goddamned animal. So once I sense the moment is right, I stand up, and slowly pull the sheet off of her beautiful body.
Fuck, she’s a vision.
Dad moves the breakfast tray, and I hear him start to unbuckle his belt. I do the same and let my shorts drop to the floor, as my cock bobs up at attention. The fucking crazy thing is, this feels like the most natural thing in the world, the two of us, going for her at the same time.
Isabel’s eyes flash hot and full of desire. She swallows hard and licks her lips.
Something in her eyes—I see her primal instinct. Her basic self. And feel my own, too.
“You know those nature shows you like?” I ask her, stroking my cock as I watch her.
She nibbles her lip and nods up at me.
“You know when two males both go for a female?”
“Yes,” she replies, her voice a soft hush.
“And when one of them tries to fuck a baby into her, and then the next one tries to fuck his seed away?”
She blinks once. Twice. And then smiles. “Yes, Daddy.”
In this wilderness, her pussy is all we need to survive. “Welcome to your future, baby girl.”
Dad’s behind her on the bed, holding her legs open for me, with one of his arms across her belly, holding her down and open. That pretty pink pussy greets me, dripping and slick against the cotton sheet. A powerful need, a fucking desperate need, rips through my body.