Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“You’re going to be fine, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “You’re gorgeous and irresistible. Cross, Barrett, and Scott don’t stand a chance.”
Then, the in-home elevator pings and the doors slide open. Lionel carries me down the elaborate hallway before pushing open the heavy door to the bowling alley with a massive shoulder. Those blue eyes glint as he sets me down on my feet.
“You’re going to be fine, baby girl,” he reiterates in a low growl. “Look around you. See? There’s nothing to worry about here.”
It’s true. The bowling alley looks completely normal with its shiny wooden lanes, white bottle-shaped pins, and assorted colorful bowling balls. Leather banquettes are placed at the end of the two-lane set-up, and there’s a popcorn machine in one corner, as well as complimentary bowling shoes stashed off to the side.
Still, I feel nervous and bite my lip while glancing at my stepdad from under my lashes.
“But how are we going to go about this?” I ask in a slightly trembling voice. “I mean, once your friends get here, do I just take off my clothes and we start going at it like animals?”
Lionel grins, flashing even white teeth.
“I’m sure there will be introductions. We wouldn’t expect you to go from zero to ninety without some warm-up, sweetheart. That would be completely barbaric, although I wouldn’t put it past those assholes, come to think of it. But come here, baby girl. Sit in my lap and we’ll get started.”
Immediately, I scooch over to where Lionel’s taken a seat on a red leather banquette. It’s semi-circular and faces the bowling lane, with golden studs decorating the edges of the seats, as well as a small half-moon shaped table in front of the banquette. I want to look around more, but then Lionel slips his hand under my skirt and gently traces one big finger straight up my slit. Even through the thin cotton of my panties, his touch is to die for and I let out a sharp gasp while turning to look at him with big brown eyes. Pleasure’s already racing through my veins and I feel myself growing moist in my secret space.
“That a girl,” he growls, a harsh flush already descending on those high cheekbones. “See? No reason to panic.”
I part my lips to answer, but Lionel’s already moved on. He pulls the décolletage to my dress down, popping a big breast out and dips his head down to suckle at the nipple. In fact, my stepfather’s doing more than just sucking. He’s devouring my breast, moaning deep in his chest as he fills his mouth with luscious ivory flesh.
“Goddamn,” he rasps, those mobile lips savoring every inch of my creamy curves. “You’re so beautiful and your tits are so big, princess. I’ve never seen such enormous tits on a teenage girl.”
I manage a throaty laugh while grasping his broad shoulders.
“I know, Daddy. I started developing and it happened overnight. One day, I was an A-cup, and within six months, they had become Double D’s.”
Lionel lifts his head for a moment, those blue eyes gleaming.
“And this happened while you were at Spencer?”
I nod breathily as he dips his head to suckle again.
“Yes, while I was in New York. It was embarrassing, actually, because you know we wear uniforms at Spencer, and one day, my blouse split, Daddy. Two buttons literally popped off in the middle of math class, and they almost hit my math teacher in the face.”
Lionel growls, still suckling at my teats.
“You’ll have to tell me more about that, baby girl. But you’re all woman now, sweetheart, and utterly gorgeous. I can’t wait until your Double D’s fill with milk for our children to drink.”
A hot shiver courses down my spine, making my pussy moisten.
“I can’t wait either,” I whisper shyly while stroking my fingers through his dark hair. “But right now, my breasts are only for you, Daddy,” I whisper. “They’re for you to enjoy.”
“And my friends to enjoy,” Lionel growls in a dark voice before popping my other breast out from the vee of my dress and devouring that one as well. He settles in with a possessive hum, and I moan headily while tossing my head back. Electric jolts of pleasure go straight from my nipples to my cunt and I shift needily in his lap while gushing between my thighs.
“Oh god, Daddy, I love when you kiss me there,” I gasp breathily. “It always feels so good.”
“I know, baby girl. It’s because you’re addicted to Daddy’s touch. Especially my cock’s touch,” Lionel adds with a silky smile before popping off a stiff pink teat. Then he flips my skirt up and pulls the gusset of my panties to the side before looking down at the slick, swollen folds of my pussy. “Goddamn, baby, you have the juiciest, ripest little pussy, just begging to be fucked,” he growls. “Holy shit, princess. Do you want Daddy to kiss it for you first?”