Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Obliging, Daniel presses the tip of his cock against my hole. He starts pushing it in slowly, feeding inch by slow inch into my ass. I hold my breath as I feel his thickness stretching my insides, his shaft rolling down my ass at a steady pace. He only stops when all of him is inside of me, and that’s when my lungs start working again.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, my eyes closed shut as both men start thrusting at the same time. I keep frozen in place as they build the rhythm, sliding in and out of my pussy and ass until my brain feels like it’s being cooked alive.
When their rhythm finally reaches its zenith, my mind is drowning in a sea of unconscious pleasure. They keep going for God knows how long, time stretching and expanding as their cocks unleash a raging river of endorphins inside of me.
I scream so loud that my lungs feel like balloons ready to pop, my vocal chords so taut they might just snap. Every muscle in my body twitches as if it’s being stung by wasps, and I even feel my eyes rolling in their orbits.
Close to passing out, I use my last strength to give these men the prize they deserve, sweat dripping down my forehead as they keep thrusting.
“Come for me,” I moan, looking at Colt straight in the eyes. It doesn’t take more than that, just these three words and I feel his cock twitching hard inside my pussy. I dig my fingernails into his chest, clawing at his skin in the exact moment cum gushes out of him in a torrent. His cock spasms hard, his semen filling me up as Daniel grabs my ass cheeks hard and pierces me with a violent final thrust. I shiver, the twitching of Daniel’s cock inside my ass almost too much for me to bear.
Both my ass and pussy are drenched in cum, and I can’t think of anything that could possibly be better than this. I remain still as both men empty themselves inside of me, their juices coating my insides eagerly. Each spasm of their cock sends ripples through my body, each and every one of my muscles twitching in a feverish response.
As I feel Daniel pulling out of me, I roll to the side and allow Colt’s cock to slide out of my pussy as well. I sit up on the bed, my legs dangling over the edge as my heart beats rapidly inside of my chest, and take a deep breath, grinning in pure delight.
Stepdaughter, stepsister … And now you can add bad girl to the list of things I am.
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Colt
12.5 – Colt
It's a bit towards the late part of the evening and I'm getting a glass of water.
Actually, scratch that. It's fucking 11:30 pm. Shit, how did it get so fucking late? I totally lost track of the time there.
Wait, don't tell me. I know how I lost track of time. Fucking.
Not just regular fucking either. I mean, what you count as regular fucking. I fucked Karen so hard. I came so hard on her.
But Daniel and I.
Seriously, what just happened.
How did it happen?
How could it happen?
And why am I so fucking turned on just thinking about it again?
Because there is something about Daniel Morgan that I just can't get enough of.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not gay. I'm not saying that I'm not gay either. But I just don't want to fuck guys to the exclusion of women. I mean, you know my fucking history with women - I can nail any girl once you tell me who. The ladies just can't resist my fucking body.
But that doesn't mean that Daniel is something that I'm embarrassed about.
There's nothing wrong with what Daniel and I did, even if I'm not gay.
I'm just so fucking surprised that it was with him. I mean, we got in a fight at a restaurant over a woman, for Christ's sake.
I drink my water, standing near the marble counter of the kitchen. I'm shirtless in just a pair of basketball shorts.
I got up as both Daniel and Karen were sleeping. I mean, after the fucking workout that everyone had its not wonder that people were dozing off. They'll probably sleep it off till tomorrow.
But I needed some water.
It makes sense in a fucked up sort of way why Daniel and I happened though, the more I'm thinking about it.
He was always there as a father figure, but we both knew he wasn't my father. I mean, I'm 22. He's 39. Sure, he's older. But he never came in to replace my dad in any way. He looked at me as someone to cohabitate with while Mom was alive. And when Juliana came, I think I realized that the only male presence in my life that I felt comfortable in with - was leaving.