Page 79 of Ugly Duckling
And I liked it.
I liked that I could get her this far, and she was still asleep.
My sick mind wondered what else I could do to her while she was asleep.
Her pussy started to ripple, the telltale sign of her orgasm taking over, and I watched as her body locked.
Her eyes blinked sleepily open, and a soft cry left her lips.
“Gunner,” she breathed sleepily. “What are…mmmmmm.”
Her head fell back, and a silent cry left her lips.
Her pussy locked down tight, and I finally let go.
My orgasm left me, filling her to overflowing.
“What are you…” she panted as she came back online. “Wow. I liked that.”
“Better than coffee?” I teased as I rolled off the side of her bed, keeping her locked with me.
“Better than Danishes.” She nodded, eyes serious.
I grinned as I walked us both into the bathroom.
I turned her shower on and then glanced down at my watch.
“Six,” I murmured as I contemplated getting into the shower with her.
“What’s wrong with six?”
“Daddy!”
I pulled her off of me and set her down.
Our multiple releases gushed from her and hit the floor.
The sight had my cock twitching.
I watched some cum slide down the inside of her thigh, then listened to my kid scream from the other room again.
“I have to go get in the shower,” I admitted, eyes still fully focused on her inner thigh. “And if I’m not in my own shower, she’ll come find us in here.”
She pushed me away. “Go.”
I reluctantly went.
Even though every cell in my body was telling me to stay here, forever, and experience the morning over and over again until the end of time.
Twenty
What does the washing machine gain by lying about how much time is left? If you need more time, just say it.
—Sutton’s secret thoughts
SUTTON
“Bye, Daddy!”
