Obsessed With My Mom’s Ex Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire, Erotic, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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Then I remind myself of his busy social life and the many evening engagements his schedule holds, and I feel silly. Of course Brad’s not trying to avoid me. This is his house, after all. If he’s tired of having me around, he’ll just ask me to leave. But the alpha male hasn’t asked me to vacate yet, and now I’m hoping that after what happened this evening, he might actually want me to stay. Maybe he liked what we did together so much that he’ll want more? I know I certainly do.

Standing by the window, my pussy twinges with a bit of soreness and I gasp. Oh my god, I was stretched so hard by Brad’s enormous cock. Of course, I saw it the night before when I watched him use that half-doll on his desk. But seeing a dick that huge, and being fucked by it, are two very different things. It felt incredible, and I was crammed so full that it’s difficult to describe. The twinge in my pussy comes again, and I smile to myself because I need to feel his cock again. Can I pull off pretending to be one of his sex dolls a second time? Would I be so bold?

A plan hatches slowly. If I’m going to try it, it has to be now. Brad’s out, and I don’t know for how long. Maybe I’ll see if Barbie’s been stuffed back into the closet, or if she’s still lying on his bed, nude and ready. Then, I’ll make a decision about what to do next.

Like a creeper, I tiptoe up the stairs to Brad’s floor again. I know he’s not home, but it seems better to be quiet anyways. Standing outside his bedroom door, I quietly push it open, and a feeling of giddy arousal flushes my body when I see that the sex doll is still exactly where I left her. Even the sheet still covers her head and shoulders. Perfect.

My heart races as I lift Barbie off the bed and again, I’m surprised by how heavy she is. These dolls are definitely heavier than they look. I’d say this chick is at least ninety pounds, and it seems that all her weight is in her ass. With a tentative hand, I squeeze her round rump, and then her breasts. Yeah, Brad must have customized Barbie because her assets are filled with a jelly-like material that are ultra-realistic to the touch. No wonder Brad has a fetish for them.

After shoving the doll into closet, I once more take off all my clothes, and throw them in after her. Then, completely nude, I take her place on Brad’s bed. I lie there on Brad’s comfortable designer sheets, listening to the silence, wondering how long Brad will be out for. And despite my arousal and my excitement at the prospect of being fucked by Brad for the second time in one day, I start to relax.

But the exhaustion from the last twenty-four hours proves too much for me. I end up dozing and then falling asleep altogether, only coming alive once again at the sound of the front door slamming downstairs. What the hell is going on? Where am I, and why is there a sheet over my face?

At first, I’m confused and disoriented, and ready to scream. But then I hear Brad’s footsteps coming up the stairs and it all comes back: I’m in his bed, pretending to be the sex doll again. Heart racing, I lie as quiet and still as possible, barely able to breathe.

Brad enters the bedroom and doesn’t bother to turn on the lights. The room is dim but not black because there’s a bit of moon coming in through the window. Still, I can see the silhouette of the alpha male’s hulking frame appear as he goes over to the dresser, dropping his keys in a bowl. Then he enters his walk-in closet and hangs up his jacket. Oh shit. Does he see Barbie lying there, along with his other dolls? My heart is pounding so hard in my chest that I’m sure he must be able to hear it because once again, the moment of truth has arrived: will Brad discover the truth? And if he does, will he play along a second time, or yank the sheet off of me and tell me that once was fun, but he’s done messing around?

But then, he exits the closet, and a low growl comes from his chest. I feel a huge, square hand gently slide down the curve of my waist before sliding back once more to cup my big breast. He takes a sharp breath as he squeezes it gently, and heat floods my thighs as he trails his finger over the sensitive tip.

Then he’s on the bed, straddling my hips with his jeans-covered knees, and suddenly both my double D’s are in his hands as he squeezes them, licking my nipples. They instantly go hard as my pussy starts to slicken, and I know: Brad either hasn’t caught on to the fact that it’s me, or he knows, but is still up for playing along. Either way, I don’t care because all my focus is now on lying as still as possible as his stubbled chin grates along my milky skin.


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