Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
I loved my new life.
The stress of city living, of having a high maintenance wife, had gotten to me. I was starting to feel my age, but never with Kendall and Amanda around. With them on my arms I felt younger, full of life. I felt like a fucking stud, like I had been when I was years younger. But they made everything like that, every single thing we did together. It was like they sprinkled special magic on our life, making it so damn perfect I could hardly believe I got to live it with them.
"Daddy," Kendall whined. "Can I have some ice cream?"
"I'll get it," Amanda said, jumping up and leaving her book on the lounge chair. I watched her walk into the house, grabbing their favorite tub of cookie dough and two spoons.
When she came back outside, I glared at her.
"No spoon for me?" I asked, and she rolled her eyes.
"No way," she said. "You have to watch your blood sugar, Daddy. We want you healthy."
"Yeah," Kendall giggled, getting up and stealing the ice cream from her sister. "You better be in good condition if you want to keep up with two nineteen-year-olds."
They giggled and I smiled affectionately at them.
One of the best parts of this had been watching my girls grow closer. Watching them love each other, learn to accept their quirks and adapt to the life we were starting in the suburbs. It was a beautiful thing, seeing them getting along so well. There was only one thing missing from our perfect life, and I wasn't sure what their thoughts were on it.
I wanted a kid.
God, how I fucking wanted one.
I was getting up there in years, and I didn't know how the girls felt about the whole subject, especially given the nature of our relationship. I wasn't even sure which one wanted a kid, and it would inevitably cause a rift in the flow of things. I didn't want to disturb our relationship – we'd worked so hard to make it perfect.
I looked up at the girls to find them whispering something to one another, but when my eyes locked with theirs, they were all giggles and innocent smiles.
"You're planning something devious," I told them, and Amanda stuck her tongue out at me while Kendall's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I'll find out sooner or later, you know that, don't you?"
"Of course you will, Daddy," Kendall said innocently.
I thought about the previous night, how she'd squealed and begged me to fuck her like a whore while I fucked her. What a change the day had made.
I'd fucked her raw, just as I had been since the beginning. She never questioned it, and neither did Amanda. And I kept fucking hoping, like a sad old man, that I'd knock one of them up. Have a perfect little baby with one of my girls. I'd spoil that kid fucking rotten.
Kendall took the ice cream back into the freezer, and Amanda came up to me, sliding on my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Daddy," she said affectionately, nuzzling against me. "Kenny told me you fucked her ass last night."
"That's right," I replied distractedly, going through the paper on the table in front of us, my hand gently caressing her back.
"Why didn't you fuck her pussy?" Mandy asked. "You know she comes more when you fuck her pussy."
"Because Daddy wanted her ass, princess," I told her easily, giving her a grin. "And maybe tonight I'll want yours, so you better be ready for me."
"But I thought you were teaching her to squirt like me," Amanda sighed. "I want her to, Daddy, she always worries about it."
I thought of the previous night, of the way Kendall had fucking come, squirting so much I'd had to change the sheets at three a.m. in the morning. God, it was like a fucking waterfall, and I'd made her lick up her own juices off the stained sheets, reveling in her flushed, embarrassed face.
"I think your sister might have something to fill you in on," I told Amanda.
She giggled and slid off my lap just as Kendall appeared.
They held each other's hands and came to sit in front of me, kneeling on the floor just like I'd taught them. I'd placed soft, oversized cushions throughout the house, and they were being such good little girls, kneeling whenever I asked them to and sometimes even without incentive, they were so fucking desperate to please me.
They looked up at me with those beautiful, adoring eyes, and I counted my lucky stars. Fuck, I'd changed my ways since I'd meet my sweet little vixens.
Gone were the days of cheating, of wanting different women. I had everything I wanted right in front of me, two stunning women on their knees, ready to please every whim and desire I could think of. I still couldn't believe the lengths they went to, trying to please me, but I wasn't about to argue about it either. I fucking loved it, loved them debasing themselves for me, becoming nothing but cum-hungry little sluts whenever I pulled my cock out.