Pregnant by My Best Friend’s Dad Read Online S.E. Law

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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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At those words, Kimber’s bottom lip begins to tremble, and I have to stop myself from leaning forward to kiss her. I want to take the curvy girl in my arms, and cuddle her in my lap before making all her troubles fly away. But first, she has to tell me what’s on her mind, otherwise I can’t be of any help.

“It’s my stepdad,” she says in a low tone, staring at the carpet before us. “I didn’t want to stay under the same roof as him, so I left. It’s too late to drive to school, and I don’t have money for a hotel, so I came here. They said I could stay here for the night, so long as I participate in a breeding party. But I wanted it,” she adds quickly, looking up at me. “I interviewed for the position and everything, so the timing worked out.”

I gawk, trying to process the information.

“So you came to Club Z because you needed a place to stay the night.”

She nods.

“Yes. It was an emergency.”

“And what did your stepdad do to make it an emergency, may I ask?” After all, I know Steve Forster. Not well, but I know of him because we’ve both lived in Hooper for years.

Kimber bites her lips, her eyes suddenly filling with tears. Oh shit. I’ve clearly hit a nerve, and my hackles go up.

“Well, it’s just that…” she begins. But then she shakes her head. “No, I can’t say,” she says in a low voice. “It’s too awful.”

I fix her with a hard look.

“Did he hurt you? Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital or the police station?”

She shakes her head miserably, tears coming down her cheeks now.

“No, it’s not those things. But I’m just shaken, okay? I couldn’t stay at the house tonight. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t.”

The weight of the world comes crashing down on me then. Clearly, some fucked-up shit is going on at Kimber’s home, and this isn’t the place to pry it out of the young woman. She needs TLC and aftercare, and I don’t want to do it in this den of sin. As a result, I stand before offering one big hand to her.

“It’s fine, sweetheart. You don’t have to say right now if you don’t want to. Let’s just go home, and have a hot meal there. You’ll be fine, Kimber.”

She looks up at me, so beautiful in her sadness that my heart aches.

“Home? You mean, your house?”

“My house,” I affirm with a low growl. “You’ll be able to get some dinner into your belly, and you can stay in Jamie’s room for the night. My daughter’s at school, so there’s plenty of space. You’ll be fine, Kimber.”

With that, the beautiful woman slips her small palm into mine, and allows me to lead her out of the room and off Club Z premises. I exhale with relief once we depart the property because there’s something special, pure, and even innocent about Kimber Grange. I know how ridiculous those words sound, but it’s true, and I want to protect her. I want her to be happy, and to see those beautiful lips wreathed in a smile. I want her to bubble with joy, and to smile at me in that special way she’s got.

Of course, I have no idea where these feelings are coming from because just an hour ago, three men were using Kimber’s curvy body in an especially sordid manner. She winces a bit as she walks next to me, and I know it must be because her bottom and pussy are achy from accommodating the three of us again and again. But it doesn’t matter. For the time being, I’m taking the young woman home, and she’ll be safe and cared-for while under my protection.

9

Kimber

“Hey girl,” Jamie drawls into the phone camera. “It’s so weird to see you in my old room! What’s going on?”

I nod and giggle because it’s been a week since I went home with Ed. He lives in a huge mansion and offered me one of his guest bedrooms, but I didn’t want to make trouble. Instead, I took my friend’s childhood bedroom, and immediately went to sleep.

Then, life continued. I got up the next day with every intention of driving back to Coleman, but a crying jag stopped me. Mr. Ventura found me in tears over my cereal, and convinced me to stay. He said I needed some time to process recent events, away from the hustle and bustle of school, and as a result, I stayed here in Hooper. I haven’t quit school though. Instead, I’ve been watching my lectures online, and doing the whole remote thing for homework. I suppose I should thank the pandemic because everything’s available electronically now.

Plus, this week has been peaceful, and I was able to regain some of my sanity. The image of Steve masturbating with my panties still flashes before my eyes sometimes, but I don’t start immediately crying anymore. Instead, I close my eyes and breathe in through my nose before exhaling through my mouth. I focus on breaking the depressing spiral that my mind has a tendency to pursue, and force myself to think of other things. Brighter things. Like my friend Jamie, and her father, Ed.


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