Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
I head upstairs, stripping off my shirt as I go. Walking into my bedroom, I strip out of my shorts and drop everything into the hamper, then head into the bathroom and turn the shower on. I give the water a minute to get warm, then climb in. I turn my face up to the water and let it rain down over me, soaking in the warmth. It seeps into my muscles, and thankfully, my entire body starts to loosen up.
As I stand beneath the gentle rain of warm water, my mind fills with unbidden images of Morgan. I try to shut them out, but that only seems to bring more. The harder I try to keep from thinking of her, the more I seem to be thinking of her. And my body is reacting. With the sight of her in that little sundress fresh in my mind, my cock starts to thicken. The memory of her breast brushing my arm, so full and round, stirs the heat deep within me, and it’s not long before I’m rock hard and throbbing.
I reach down and take hold of my cock, squeezing it firmly as I begin to stroke myself. It’s not the first time I’ve fantasized about Morgan Hill. I know I shouldn’t, given our history. But at some point, I became aware of just how beautiful and shapely she became, and ever since then, I’ve been plagued with these unrelenting fantasies of having her every way imaginable.
A soft groan passing my lips, I close my eyes and picture her in that little sundress. I pull her to me, feeling her soft, full breasts pressed to my chest as I trail my hands down her body, reveling in the swell of her hips and the feel of her soft, pale skin beneath my fingertips. As I pump my cock in my fist, I feel her full, soft lips on mine. Feel her tongue in my mouth, rolling languidly around mine. The thought of her kiss and having my hands on her lean, supple body sends a shudder of pleasure through me.
In my mind, I see myself picking Morgan up and setting her down on a table, then pushing her sundress up around her waist. She has a playful smirk on her lips as she slips the straps down and lets them fall, exposing her breasts to me. As I pump my cock fiercely, I imagine taking her tits in my hands, squeezing and kneading them as I flick her pert, pink nipples with my tongue. Morgan’s breathy moans ring in my ears. I see her full lips parted and curled up at the corners as she stares at me with blue eyes that sparkle dazzlingly.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I throw my head back as I picture sinking my cock deep into that wet pussy. With my hand sliding up and down my shaft, I imagine what it feels like to be deep inside of Morgan. I feel her legs wrapped around my waist, her mouth on mine, and her round tits in my hands as I fuck her. I picture us clinging together and feel her body writhing on the end of my cock as I pound myself into her.
My groans echo around the tile shower, and my body tingles as I jerk myself off. I picture being deep inside Morgan, feeling how warm and wet she is. Hear her moans and cries in my ears, and feel her quivering and shaking, begging me to give it to her harder as I fuck her. Gripping my cock as tight as I can, I pound my cock as my breath grows ragged and my heart races. Morgan’s face, lined with ecstasy, flashes through my mind.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I hear her whisper in my ear.
A loud groan bursts from my mouth, and my entire body shakes as I throw my head back. I feel my cock twitch then pulse as I erupt. I keep stroking until I’m spent and my thick come is swirling around in the water before disappearing down the drain. My body still tingling and images of fucking Morgan in my mind beginning to ebb, I lean my head against the cool tile of the shower and shake my head.
I shouldn’t be having these fantasies about my daughter’s best friend. I shouldn’t be having these fantasies about a girl literally half my age. But I can’t seem to stop them. She’s a gorgeous girl, and I’m still a virile, red-blooded man. Whenever I’m around her, I can’t keep myself from thinking about fucking her. About indulging in every filthy fantasy in my mind.
But sleeping with Morgan is a non-starter. It has to be. For a laundry list of reasons, not the least of which is that she’s twenty-two and Kelsey’s best friend. I don’t think I’d be able to look my daughter in the eye if I gave in and let myself fuck Morgan. No matter how much I want to. Which means, I’m going to have to settle for jerking off to the fantasies in my mind.