Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Jase, I’m…I’m so close.” She moans loudly. I apply some more pressure to her clit and then she detonates. Her clit throbs, her hole tightens, and her legs shake as she orgasms.
Needing to be inside her, I pull my fingers out and push into her warm cunt. Her walls are still contracting as I grip her hips and fuck her from behind. I feel it as her orgasm rolls into another. I thrust into her a few more times before I can’t take it anymore and release my seed deep inside her.
It’s never felt like this, ever. Being with her, in her. It’s fucking perfect. She’s fucking perfect.
“Jase.” Celeste giggles as I pull out of her.
“Yeah?”
“My body feels like Jell-O.”
Laughing, I turn her around and help her wash up. Then, after wrapping a towel around her body, I pick her up and carry her into my room.
“I think I really like butt stuff,” Celeste says with a playful smile as I set her on the bed.
“I think I really like doing butt stuff to you.”
* * *
“Dad, I’m home!” Skyla’s voice rings out through the townhouse. It’s two stories with the living room, dining room, kitchen, and half-bath downstairs, and the three bedrooms and two more bathrooms upstairs. I’m currently laying in my bed, but even one floor up, I can hear my daughter yelling for me as her feet stomp up the stairs.
“Dad!” she shouts, as if I’m down the street, even though she’s almost to my room. I glance over at the clock and see it’s already ten in the morning. I’m usually an early-riser, but I didn’t get to bed until almost four in the morning because Celeste couldn’t keep her hands—holy shit! Celeste is here. In my room. In my bed. I sit up, my gaze flying over to the naked woman who’s lying next me with only a thin sheet covering the swell of her ass. The sound of Skyla’s feet pad down the hallway, and I fly out of bed to stop her before she plows into my room.
Thankful I fell asleep in my boxers, I rush to the door to lock it, but I’m a second too late. The door swings open, smacking me in the forehead, and Skyla enters the room before I can stop her.
“Oh no! Dad, are you okay?” Her tiny hands reach up to check my forehead.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I say, trying to push her out the door. She hasn’t noticed Celeste yet. “Let’s go get you breakfast. Is your aunt here?” I press my hand to her back, guiding her out of my room when Celeste, completely oblivious to what’s going on, calls out my name. Her voice is raspy from sleep, and if my daughter wasn’t currently standing in my room, it would have me wanting to sink balls deep inside her so I could hear her call out my name in that same voice over and over again. But my daughter is in fact in my room and now aware of Celeste laying in my bed.
“Celeste, you’re here!” Skyla squeals, too excited that her role model is in her home to put the pieces together as to why she’s here in my bed. My eyes swing over to Celeste, who flips over, shocked, and shoots up into a sitting position, her bare breasts on display. And fuck if they aren’t perfect… Jesus! Now is not the time to be thinking about her bare breasts.
“You’re missing your clothes,” Skyla points out, the corner of her mouth quirked up into a knowing grin.
“Oh, shit!” Celeste gasps when she realizes my daughter is here and staring at her naked. She pulls the sheet up to cover herself and then stumbles out of bed, running straight into the bathroom.
“Yo, bro!” Quinn calls out. “What’s for breakfast?” She enters the room and looks from Skyla to me. “Were you still in bed?” She eyes me in my boxers and scrunches her nose up in sibling disgust. “Get dressed. I’m hungry.”
“Dad was in bed with Celeste and she was naked!” Skyla exclaims through a fit of giggles. Quinn’s eyes go wide, her gaze darting around the room in search of the aforementioned woman.
“Skyla, why don’t we head over to City Donuts?” Quinn suggests, and I’ve never been so thankful for my sister’s quick thinking.
“But Celeste is here.” Skyla pouts. “I didn’t even get to say hi.” Only my daughter would be more concerned about seeing Celeste than finding her naked in my bed.
“She’s in the shower,” I tell her. “By the time you get back with the donuts, I’m sure she’ll be out, and then you can see her.”
“Fine.” She huffs. “Can you go ask her what kind of donuts she wants?”
“Surprise her,” I say, trying to remain calm, when I’m really freaking the hell out on the inside. I’ve always been careful so that my daughter would never witness anything like this. And she’s not a baby anymore, so I imagine she’s put the pieces together on her own as to why Celeste was naked in my bed. But now what? Do I talk to her about it? Try to deny it? Admit to it? I have no idea how the mind of a thirteen year old even works. Is sex on her brain? Fuck! The thought of having to have a sex talk with my daughter makes me feel sick. This is why I’m so careful, why I never bring women home. But for some reason, when I’m around Celeste, all reasoning seems to fly out the window, leaving me to think with the wrong damn head.