Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
She blushes deeper, but doesn’t look away. If anything her pupils widen and she nods slightly, even as her big breasts heave with excitement.
I slide a plate of bacon in front of her, and her hands tremble just enough to make the mug rattle. The tension is electric. She’s aroused, I can see it in the way she keeps her knees pressed together, the way her breath fogs the lip of the mug.
I don’t touch her. I don’t have to.
We let the moment breathe: the toaster dings, a bird chirps outside. The sun is higher now, illuminating the dust motes floating above the marble. The smell of coffee is sharp, almost bitter. My cock aches against the inside of my sweatpants, but I keep my hands on the counter, white-knuckled, as I watch her take a bite of bacon, lips shining with the oil, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop.
She chews, then glances up. “So what happens now, Daddy?”
I lean in, arms caging her on either side. “Now you finish your coffee, and we go on with our day like everything’s normal. But mind you, sweetheart. Daddy’s going to claim you soon. Your innocence belongs to me.”
She nods, breathing hard, the tension ratcheting up. “So maybe later…?”
I let my eyes run over her, slow and deliberate. “Absolutely later,” I rasp, and step back, giving her space. The moment shivers between us, but then it’s broken when she smiles sweetly at me.
“I need to go shower, Daddy. I haven’t showered since last night in the sauna. I was so tired after massaging you, that I went straight to bed.”
I growl, my blue eyes piercing.
“It was the orgasm sweetheart. It knocked you out.”
“It did,” she smiles again. “But now I’m dirty, and I need to get clean. I’m going to go rinse off really fast. I’ll see you at lunch, if you’re still here.”
Then with that, Mary Kate skips off, her hips swaying, golden hair in a stream down her back. I stand as still as a statue at the counter for a moment, tempted to follow her straight into the shower stall before fucking her little pussy hard. Was she inviting me? But I don’t want the beautiful girl’s first time with a man to be in a tiled bathroom, slippery and awkward. I want to take care of my little girl and to treat her like the princess she is. I want Mary Kate’s first time to be incredible, memorable, with ecstasy flowing through her veins as she comes on a man’s cock for the first time. So I stay locked in place, visions of the beautiful blonde dancing in my because all of that is coming.
Soon.
Tonight even, if I can make it happen.
After a few hours of work in my home office, I show up in the kitchen and to my surprise, Mary Kate’s there, putting together sandwiches.
“Hi Daddy,” she says with a sweet smile, looking at me over her shoulder. “I knew you were still home, so I’m making ham and cheese paninis for us. I found the panini maker in the cabinet, and it’s perfect! The newest model.”
She looks so domestic, with a loose flowy dress on, and an apron covering her curvy form. Her blonde hair is up, but tendrils curl around her neck and I have a strong desire to press kisses to that smooth column as she stands in front of the stove. Hell, I’d love to see her with her belly full of my child, the glow of pregnancy on her cheeks as another child sits in his high-chair nearby, banging a spoon.
The image stops me short because where the fuck is this coming from? I’ve had lustful desires for my stepdaughter since I first met her, years ago, but never did the imagery include visions of Mary Kate as my wife, much less as the mother of my children. But my brain can’t unsee what I’ve imagined, and the rightness of the vision pounds through my veins. Mary Kate, with my child in her belly. Mary Kate, smiling at me as I impregnate her again and again. Our family, filled with tumbling tots underfoot, as the gorgeous girl laughs melodically.
Holy fuck.
It’s what I want.
But I can’t let on that I’ve had a massive shift in mindset that includes more than just savaging her luscious curves. As a result, I manage a neutral smile, even as the blood pounds in my head.
“Paninis sound good,” I say in a near-normal voice. “Just no pickles.”
She nods and plates the paninis before pouring a generous serving of potato chips into a bowl, and putting it on the kitchen island where I’m seated. Then, she slips onto the stool beside me, and smiles sweetly.
“Dig in, Daddy. I hope you like it.”
I take a bite of the gooey sandwich, and it’s amazing.