Sharing Her Curves (Forbidden Fantasies #76) 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: 26
Estimated words: 24495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
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Clara is silent behind me for a long moment, and I turn to look at the pretty girl once more. Her pregnant form looks gorgeous as she sits at the table, a weird expression on her face.

“What is it sweetheart? Elle’s not in danger, is she?”

“Oh no, it’s not that,” Clara says quickly. “Elle’s totally fine. If anything, she’s having a great time and loves being with two men.”

I nod, still treading carefully.

“So what is it then?”

Clara takes a deep breath, staring into the ice cream container before lifting her eyes to look at me. For the first time, her gaze is hesitant and she looks almost tentative.

“Well, speaking of sowing wild oats,” she begins in a low voice. “I wanted to come clean with you, Carl.”

I pause at the sink.

“How so?”

Clara bites her lip, a flush coming to her cheeks.

“Well, I want to be honest about my pregnancy. The fact is that the father of my baby isn’t Jonny Morton, or actually any other guy that I know.”

I stop what I’m doing, trying to keep my expression neutral as I turn to face her trembling form.

“Who is it then?” I ask. “A stranger?”

Clara audibly gulps, her slender throat pulsing.

“Well, yes sort of. You know that I was working as a flight attendant before I came to live with you, right?”

I nod.

“So you met a guy on a flight and hooked up with him? Someone from first class?”

Her cheeks flame scarlet as she swallows and nods again.

“Yes. Actually, it was multiple men from first class,” she confesses in a whisper. “I was hosting my own Mile High Club. Nothing formal,” she adds hastily. “It’s just that I hooked up with several handsome passengers, and I got pregnant by accident. I’m not sure who the father is.”

I stare at the beautiful brat, my mind whirling.

“How many men are we talking?”

She shrugs.

“I don’t know. Maybe a dozen guys? They were handsome, and to be honest, I don’t regret what I did. It was a wonderful experience and I’m really glad that I got to sow my wild oats like that. Plus, I’m excited for the baby,” she says, her hand creeping down to rest on her bulging tummy. “Maybe I don’t know who the father is, but that doesn’t mean that my baby will be less loved.”

By now, my mind has officially been blown. Clara was hooking up with random men whenever she serviced the first-class cabin? Holy fuck. My little stepdaughter is a lot dirtier than I imagined, and a lot sluttier too.

Yet, I like it. I know I should pretend outrage because I’m supposed to be her “dad,” or at least some kind of paternal figure. But instead, I’ve been lusting after the sweet girl for a while now, and she’s blown apart my reservations with this confession.

“So you were having unprotected sex with random dudes,” I say in a slow voice. Against all odds, that statement turns me on. I can just imagine Clara’s creamy pussy sliding up and down strange cock as she moans prettily with her head tossed back. Fuck! I want her even more now.

Meanwhile, the pregnant woman shakes her head hesitantly.

“Sort of. I mean, it didn’t happen very often like that. We generally used protection, but there were a few times when we forgot, and so yes, I ended up getting pregnant.”

I stare at her again.

“Have you tried getting in touch with the men? Any of them?” I ask in an even voice. She shakes her head.

“I thought about it at first because I do have some of their numbers. And of course, as a flight attendant, I’m able to look up the passenger manifests and find their contact information. But after thinking about it, I didn’t want to do it because it was just too complicated. Again, I think I slept with a dozen men … or maybe even more.”

Holy fuck. Mind. Officially. Blown. The beautiful woman in a negligee is telling me that she went through a wild phase just recently, fucking dozens of dudes and letting them take her hard, raw, and unprotected in her juicy cunt. Holy shit! Again, I know I should be outraged and disgusted, but instead, my cock hardens even more in my shorts. Goddamn, I need a piece of this woman because she’s so fucking naughty that our encounter is going to be pure filth.

But she’s your daughter, the voice in my head chides. You can’t do this to Vivian.

The devil on my shoulder screams in protest. Fuck Vivian! Vivian’s dead, so what do you care? Besides, Clara’s been a total slut and she wants it. She needs your dick in that hungry cunt.

But my conscience is right. I can’t do this to a destitute girl living in my house. As a result, I turn back to the sink with my shoulders set even as my cock begins to seep from the sheer force of my arousal.


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