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)
I shrug, feeling my ears go molten. “It’s not like I planned it. He came so hard I thought he was going to pass out.”
Kayleigh’s grin is now a full-force, teeth-bared smile. “Did you taste it?”
I open my mouth, then close it. The heat that surges through me is not all embarrassment. “Yeah. I mean—” I pause, watching the steam curl from my cup. “He wiped the come off my chin and then put his finger in my mouth and I tasted it.”
Kayleigh lets out a squeal then.
“Oh my god! You dirty bitch!”
I smile secretively. “I know, right?”
She leans in so close I can smell her perfume, some bright, sugary thing. “But what did it taste like? I read with old guys it can be really gross, like sour and bitter because they’re pre-diabetic and out of shape. Was it like that?”
I consider this. “Not at all. Kent’s semen was sweet and salty, with a creamy flavor that I loved. Not even a little gross. Just… yummy.”
Kayleigh sits back, arms folded, a look of deep satisfaction on her face. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve heard all month.”
I can’t help but smile, my own body thrumming with the aftershock of it all. “I thought I’d be disgusted. But I wasn’t. I kind of want to do it again.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Like, a taste test? For science?”
I giggle, lowering my head. “Yeah, because Kent eats so much fruit. Like, bowls of it at a time, and fruit is supposed to influence how a man’s semen tastes. So it has to be the copious amounts of strawberries he consumes.”
Kayleigh nods, finger tapping her chin. “That checks out. Strawberries and pineapple are supposed to be uber-effective. I saw a TikTok about it.”
We sit in the booth, the air around us thick with the warmth of the radiators and the scent of burnt espresso. I try to picture Kent as someone else might see him: not my stepdad, but a man, forty-five, jawline like a superhero, hands big enough to palm a basketball, his chest massive and muscled, his cock standing at a full ten inches. The thought makes me shiver, but it’s not the cold.
“So,” Kayleigh says, voice sly. “What’s next? Is there a round two?”
I pretend to consider, but the answer is already locked behind my ribs. “He wants me to do it every night. Like, as therapy.”
She whistles, low. “That’s a lot of therapy, babe.”
“Is it wrong?” I ask, the question barely audible even to myself.
Kayleigh shrugs, all mischief. “Who cares? You’re both adults. Plus, he’s not your real dad.”
“Yeah, but—”
She interrupts, “But nothing. Do you want to keep doing it?”
I stare at the coffee, my reflection distorted in the swirl of foam. “I think I do. Is that insane?”
She smiles, softer this time. “MK, you’re allowed to want what you want.”
For a long time we just sit, the silence between us padded and safe. The espresso machine lets out a blast of steam, the sound rolling through the shop like a wave. I think about last night, about the smell of sandalwood and the way Kent orgasmed beneath my fingers. I loved knowing that I had so much control over a powerful alpha male. I loved how he looked at me after too, not as a kid or a daughter, but as something he needed and absolutely craved.
“Do you remember the virginity bet?” I say, not quite looking at her.
Kayleigh laughs, sharp and sweet. “Of course I do. We just talked about it last time, remember? Both you and I still have our v-cards.”
“I know,” I say softly. “I think I’m ready though. I want to lose it, and I want it to be with him.”
Kayleigh pauses, a little more serious. “Well, you’re definitely headed in that direction. I mean, I don’t think Kent’s going to say no to you.”
I nod, thoughtful.
“But it’s more than that. I want it to be real, and for it to mean something, and I think with Kent it could be really special.”
This makes Kayleigh pause and frown.
“But you know it’s not going to be like that, right? MK, I don’t mean to rain on your parade, but you’re dealing with an older man here. A much-older man with a lot more experience, who’s established and settled. He has responsibilities, and not only that, but your stepdad can probably get any woman he wants, including your mom. I’m not sure that there’s so much emotion in it for him. It’s more casual for him.”
The words make my heart hurt, and I wonder if she means it or if she’s trying to hurt me. But I nod.
“Yeah, I know what you’re saying. I mean, I have so little to offer to Kent. Don’t worry, I’m not going to get attached. No way.”
Kayleigh’s next words are supportive. “Good, that’s my girl. But you want to taste him again, don’t you?”