My Not-So-Innocent Babysitter (Forbidden Fantasies #77) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
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“Sure, but I want you to suck me off first, baby. Open wide. You’ll love the taste of your ass on my cock, don’t worry. It just takes some getting used to.”

At first, Paisley’s shocked, gasping with surprise. But I’m a fucking asshole and I enjoy taking teen girls through their paces. As a result, that’s how the slutty young blonde learned to enjoy not just anal, but also ass to mouth in the same session.

“Yum Daddy,” she hummed while licking and sucking at my coated member. “You’re right. I do love the taste of my ass on your cock.” Then the beautiful blonde went to town, gobbling down my dirty dick like a total cumslut. Even better, I loved every second of it and can’t wait to play more with the young girl. Am I depraved? Am I a total fuckface for doing this to an innocent teen? Of course I am, but the best part is that my Paisley can’t get enough … and there are only more lessons in store.

CHAPTER 9

Paisley

“Hey Pammie,” I call, rushing over to hug my sister. “How are you?”

I’m surprised that I got a call from Pamela at all, seeing that we don’t talk much. At this point, I basically just see her on the occasional holiday, when we both show up for family events. Otherwise, we’re practically strangers despite both living in Manhattan.

But it’s nice to see my sister because she’s my identical twin. Our paths have gone in different directions in the past few years, but I still remember when we were five years old and utterly inseparable. I suppose it’s the nostalgia tying me to Pammie more than anything, although of course, it helps that we look uncannily similar, despite our vastly different personal styles.

After all, Pammie’s what I would call a Versace-whore. This girl loves designer clothes, and the skankier the better. Today, she’s wearing a black minidress that highlights her big boobs and narrow waist. Her blonde hair is in perfect waves bouncing around her shoulders, and Pammie’s topped the entire look off with dramatically drawn cat-eyes as well as glossy red lips. And of course, there’s the designer bag and shoes. How she affords this stuff, I have no idea, but I know better than to ask.

“Hey girl,” she says with a big smile. “Let’s go find a place to sit.” To be honest, my twin’s smile is a bit ghastly to behold because her crimson lips split, revealing teeth so brilliantly white that they gleam like razors. Is that even possible? I don’t know, but I manage to suppress my shudder.

I nod, taking a seat at a small round table, as Pam gestures to the waitress.

“Two mochas please,” she says. “Piping hot.”

The young woman nods and disappears as I look around Felix Café with wide eyes.

“Wow, this place is really nice,” I murmur, taking in the velvet-flocked wallpaper and orange furniture. “I didn’t even know it existed. Seriously, this could be an Austrian count’s private sitting room.”

“Oh I know, right?” laughs Pam. “That’s why I love it. I hate Starbucks, and those other specialty coffee places are sheer shit. The Felix is the place to be because it’s uber-fancy, and I just adore the décor.”

I nod, wincing a bit, because these coffees are sure to cost ten bucks a piece. But hey, what’s a little bit of money when it comes to seeing your twin?

“So what have you been up to?” Pammie asks, eyeing my outfit with a bit of surprise. “You’re dressed differently, that’s for sure. What happened to a t-shirt and jeans?”

I smile as a flush comes over my cheeks.

“Well, you know…” I begin.

Pam’s perfectly arched eyebrow goes up.

“You’re seeing someone?”

I nod, smoothing down my short floral skirt before straightening the laces on the tight bustier top.

“I know these clothes are sexier than I usually wear, but Brad likes it,” I confess. “That’s the guy I’ve been seeing. Brad.”

Pamela still looks surprised though.

“I thought you only dated nerds,” she muses. “This Brad guy likes you in mini-skirts?”

My cheeks flame again.

“Yeah, I gave up on the nerds,” is my droll reply. “I mean, even I couldn’t handle the smell of stinky socks and B.O. anymore, so I’m dating an older man now. Much older,” I add.

At this, my twin looks intrigued, leaning in as she fixes me with a stare.

“Really? Like how old?”

I giggle, twirling a piece of blonde hair around my finger.

“Oh, about forty or so.”

“Oh my god, is he one of your professors?” asks Pammie. “Or a T.A.?”

I giggle.

“No, because I stopped dating nerds, remember? Actually, he’s one of my babysitting clients, and he has the cutest little girl, Tatum. She’s five and is an absolute angel. But yeah, Brad and I hooked up one night when I was at his house, and it just went on from there. He’s insanely gorgeous and honestly, it’s been hard to focus on school ever since I started seeing him.”


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