Insincerity – Taboo Version Read Online Margot Scott

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Novella, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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The lubed head of Uncle Logan’s cock brushed against my back entrance. He didn’t try to push inside, just teased and prodded. “You’re our girl, Hails, you know that?”

“You are,” Dad agreed. “All ours.”

A smile pulled at my lips. I focused on my breathing as Uncle Logan eased his cock forward a little bit at a time. I whimpered as the fat head slipped past the first ring of muscle.

“That’s it, Hails. You’ve got this.”

He made slow, shallow thrusts until he was all the way inside me. I felt so unbelievably full, sandwiched between my dad and my uncle. They were absolutely right. I was theirs. Only theirs.

They started to move. The pace was a little jerky and uneven at first, but they soon found a rhythm that worked. When one pushed forward, the other pulled back. Over and over. They moved together, fucking me so thoroughly that everything else fell away. This bed and these men became my entire universe, the only thing I cared about.

Sweat coated my skin. I shivered as my body coursed with overwhelming pleasure. The sound of our collective moans and grunts filled the room.

My dad’s hands tightened around my curves. “Fuck, I’m coming… Should I pull out?”

“I don’t,” said Uncle Logan.

“Ahh, shit, I can’t… Hailee… Fuck…”

I cried out as my dad slammed into me from below. I felt his cock throb inside me, and the understanding that he was pouring his seed into me was so exciting that I found myself staring down another orgasm.

Pleasure sliced through me. I trembled with the intensity of my climax, calling out for Daddy and Uncle Logan.

“Love you, baby⁠—”

“We’ve got you, Hails⁠—”

“Feels so fucking good⁠—”

“Holy… Fuck…”

My ass and pussy tightened around them, wringing one final groan of pleasure from their bodies. They held onto me, panting and shuddering, as their cocks continued to pulse. I might have dozed off, but I was still vaguely aware of kisses being planted on my shoulder blades, my neck, my forehead.

It took a while for our breathing to recover. When they pulled out of my body, a lot of stuff came out with them. They helped clean me up, and then we spread out on the bed, giving everyone enough space to feel comfortable, with me in the middle. Always in the middle.

When I opened my eyes again, it wasn’t quite morning. I studied the water stain on the ceiling, comforted by Uncle Logan’s quiet snoring. I rolled onto my side and found my dad lying there awake.

“Morning,” I whispered. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Too busy watching you.”

“Hmm.” I studied the lines on his face. Worry lines, frown lines. He had a lot more of them now than he did when he first got sent to prison. I wanted to smooth them out, as if doing so would erase all his worries along with them.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He sighed. At first, I thought he wasn’t going to respond, but then he said, “I dreamed we were at Humboldt Beach. You weren’t little though. You were older, like you are now.”

“That sounds like a good dream.”

“It was a good dream.”

“Then why do you seem sad?”

“Because I woke up and realized that this isn’t our apartment, and we’re still on the prison grounds.”

My heart cracked down the middle for him. I touched his arm, not sure of what to say. The things that made him sad weren’t the kinds of things I could fix.

“That first time you came to visit me in prison,” he said, “I told you I couldn’t promise you anything, but that was a cop-out. I was afraid of disappointing you.”

“You were right, though. People can leave you at any time for all kinds of reasons. You can’t promise you won’t get hurt, or worse.”

“No, but I can take responsibility for things within my control.” He stroked the side of my face. Looking into his eyes, I felt the gravity of his intention. He wanted me to know that he took my concerns seriously. “You’ve had to deal with a lot of sudden changes. I get why trust is an issue for you. I’m going to do everything in my power to get out of here in one piece, and to live my life in a way that makes it extremely unlikely that I’ll ever have to come back.”

I pressed my cheek against my dad’s palm. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

He kissed me softly on the lips. I closed my eyes and tried to imprint his scent and taste on my memory so I could recall it on those nights when we were apart. There would be many of them, but one day in the not-too-distant future, he would come home. This wasn’t our apartment, but for a little while longer, it was a place where we could be a family.

EPILOGUE

GRAHAM

Two years later...


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