Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” Daddy says, his hand going to the back of my head. The squelching sound of my lips around his shaft rings out as he guides me, increasing my speed and forcing me to go deeper, his cock starting to bob at my throat as I gag and try to concentrate on my breathing. “That’s better. No more talk of your mother. When she gets back, I’ll deal with it and protect you. You’re not on your own, baby.”
I garble out a, “Yes, Daddy,” but nearly choke on cock as the words come out in a senseless mumble.
All my worries are lost as I suck and swallow, squeezing and trying to keep my eyes on his, watching as his jaw clenches, and I know I’m doing a good job. Daddy’s good girl.
“Nearly there, baby,” he says. “You want it on your face or in your throat?”
“Face, Daddy,” I try to say, but the words are jumbled.
“Good girl. Keep sucking… Keep going…” He strokes my hair as I feel him swell inside my mouth.
Then he pulls out suddenly, and I flinch as cum spurts from the tip, hitting my cheek and nose, my eyebrow, my chin.
And at the same time, the front door opens.
“Guess who got an early fliiii-ight!” My mom sings as she sweeps into the hallway, dropping her bags and turning our way. Then she freezes, her mouth dropping wide, and the look on her face is one of absolute horror. “Dear God…”
“Mom, it’s…” I lick my lips instinctively, wanting to taste the cum as it sticks on my nose and my eyelashes, dripping down my chin. Her eyebrows shoot up another inch and a half. “It’s…”
“It’s none of her fucking business, baby,” Daddy growls, squeezing out the last spurt of semen onto my cheek.
“None of my business? None of my business?” Mom shrieks. “That’s my daughter! Or, no, wait, that’s a little fucking whore.” Her eyes narrow.
Is it disapproval I see in her face, or jealousy?
“Mom, please—” I mumble, my face smeared and dripping in Reuben’s release.
“Get to your room, right now,” She screams. “And you?” she points at Reuben, then shakes her head. “How long—"
“She’s not going anywhere.” Daddy’s hand rests on my head as I try to wiggle out from in front of him, his dripping cock still hard in front of my face. And I have to admit… Still tempting. Even with my mom standing there, part of me wants to take a quick lick at that last droplet seeping out of the tip. “Winona is mine. And you can either accept that or get out. Your choice, Catrina.”
“You’re her stepfather, for Christ’s sake!”
“Hmm, not really. But none of that fucking matters anyway. She’s legal, you can’t do a fucking thing about this. You get on board with that, you can stay for a while. But you apologize for calling her a whore.”
“I will not.” Mom folds her arms over her chest. I don’t miss the way her eyes keep darting to his cock, and I do wonder why Reuben is not in any hurry to cover us up.
“Yeah, you’re right. You shouldn’t stay here. We need our space, because shit like this?” He waves a hand in front of him, where I’m frozen, blinking, dripping with his sticky cream. “This shit’s gonna be going on a lot, and we need our privacy.”
“And where exactly am I supposed to go?”
Daddy shrugs. “A hotel. A hostel. Back to fucking Vegas, for all I care.”
Mom huffs. “Fine. I’ll go to the Hilton. I’ll need your credit card.”
“Mom—”
“I’m not talking to you while you’re… Like that…” Mom turns her head, eyes on the ceiling. Again, I try to get to my feet, and again Daddy pushes me back down.
I give the softening head of his cock a quick lick to see if I can make it hard again.
I can.
“Apologize,” Daddy demands.
“I will not.”
“Then I’m not paying for your hotel room.”
“This is ridiculous. You’re getting a blowjob from my daughter, and somehow I’m the bad guy?” She scoffs. “At least give her a blanket. And cover that thing up.”
“Catrina.” Daddy uses that growly voice that makes my stomach roll over.
“Fine. I’m…” She darts a quick look at me, then back to the ceiling. “I’m sorry I called you a whore, Winona. Even though—”
“Good, let’s leave it at that. Go to the front desk at the Hilton, I’ll have a room booked for you by the time you get there.”
Mom sighs, turns, and picks up her bags before heading to the door. When she has it open and is ready to step out, Reuben adds, “You know I’ll treat her right. And we’d both prefer you to be in our lives than not. But the ball is in your court. I’m sorry you saw what you saw. We weren’t intending to drop it on you like that. We didn’t expect you back until later. Start looking for a place of your own. I’ll send over your budget to your email later.”