Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Loki drew his tongue away from her clit and leaned back to look up at Remy. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s time she sucked your dick while I fuck her pussy.”
Loki grinned. “Hell yeah.”
“Swap places.”
To her shock, Remy pulled her tight against his body and then stood with his dick still pushed deep inside her.
She gasped, clenching down around him as Loki slid onto the sofa. Then Remy lowered them to the floor on their knees.
“Suck Loki’s dick, baby girl. While I fuck you nice and deep. If you do a good job, then I might let you come.”
She licked her lips. She’d try her best.
Fuck.
It took all of his willpower not to come as Remy watched her lean forward and lick her way up Loki’s dick. “Make it good for him.”
Like there was any possibility that wouldn’t happen. He knew only too well how good her mouth felt around his cock.
Almost as good as her pussy.
Holding onto her hips, he drove himself deep. Damn. It was fucking torture for him, having her sit on his cock without being about to fuck her.
Yeah. He didn’t know how anyone would be able to work or even watch TV like that.
But that wasn’t to say he didn’t enjoy it. Loki placed his hand on the back of Isa’s head, lightly guiding her as his breathing quickened.
“Fuck. I’m close to coming,” Loki groaned.
Yeah. Him too.
He reached around and started to rub Isa’s clit. “When Loki comes, so do you, baby.”
She moaned.
He took that for a yes. Loki let out a shout, his body arching up off the sofa as a look of bliss filled his face.
Isa groaned, and he felt her pussy clenching down on his dick. That was all he needed to push him over the edge. Five thrusts later and he came, his body shaking, his body desperate for oxygen.
“Yep,” Loki said. “I want this sort of homecoming every time.”
“Here you go, Daddy. This is your outfit. And this is Ki-Ki’s outfit.”
Remy looked at the bright pink, glitter waistcoat, white shirt, and pink bow-tie that Isa held up.
“That’s my outfit, huh?”
“Well, obviously you’ll needs jeans. Or a jean skirt for me. I mean, you can wear a jean skirt too. Oh, and Razzie has a matching outfit, but I didn’t get him pants. He doesn’t need them.”
“Good to know I get to wear pants,” he said dryly.
Loki was already pulling off his top and putting on the shirt and waistcoat.
Remy shook his head and got dressed as well. Isa was already in her outfit and so was Razzie.
“What are we doing this for?”
“Um, because I want you to.” Isa grinned at him. “But also, for the photo.”
“Photo? What photo?” Remy asked.
Isa sighed and put her hands on her hips. “Daddy! Haven’t you been listening?”
“Yes, Daddy. Haven’t you been listening?” Loki said cheekily.
“I’m sorry. Tell me again,” he said. Even though he was pretty sure that she hadn’t told him.
“It’s for the photo,” Isa said as she set out nail polish and makeup on the coffee table.
Surely all of that wasn’t for him, right?
“What photo?” he asked suspiciously. What was he going to look like this in a photo?
“The photo that goes on the card.”
“What card?” he asked, feeling like he was on repeat.
“The one we’re gonna send to people to tell them that we’re hosting a party.”
“We’re hosting a party?” This just kept getting worse and worse.
Remy was not a party guy.
“Yep.” She motioned to Loki and pointed at him to sit on the sofa. Then she sat on the coffee table and put his bare foot in her lap.
And yep . . . she was painting his toenails a sparkly pink.
“What party?” Remy glared down at them as he stood next to the sofa.
“A housewarming party, Daddy. Don’t worry, I won’t make you wear this outfit for the party.”
“A housewarming party? We didn’t move.”
“You did,” Loki said with a grin as she swapped to his other foot. “And we need to have a party.”
“Party!” Isa threw her hands up in the air.
He sighed and sat next to Loki. “I’m not going to talk either of you out of this, am I?”
“Nope,” Isa said. “Now, gimme your feet.”
“No. I draw the line at getting my nails painted.”
She stared up at him with wide eyes. “But, Daddy, then we won’t match! I’ve got mine done. Loki has his done. If Razzie could, he’d have his done too.”
“No,” he said firmly. Someone had to say no to her.
She sniffled, her head dropping.
Shit.
“Fine. You can paint my nails. But no make-up,” he said soothingly.
“Oh, goody!” she clapped her hands.
“Way to stand your ground,” Loki whispered.
“You didn’t even try.”
“I know better.” Loki grinned at him.
Half an hour later, she and Loki were going through the photos she’d taken on her phone. She was sitting on Loki’s lap as they studied them.