Daddy's Little Girl: Bred by My Daddy 3 (erotic taboo breeding erotica)
When Liz and her step-father Peter fell in love, neither of them had any idea what lengths they would go to for one another. But now that baby Davis is in the picture, Liz’s mother throws out an ultimatum: Peter has to either move with her across the country, leaving his beloved and tiny son behind, or she’ll divorce him and leave all three high and dry. 8000+ word erotic short story. More
When Liz and her step-father Peter fell in love, neither of them had any idea what lengths they would go to for one another. But now that baby Davis is in the picture, Liz’s mother throws out an ultimatum: Peter has to either move with her across the country, leaving his beloved and tiny son behind, or she’ll divorce him and leave all three high and dry. With Liz home for a long weekend, what will she and Peter decide? Besides that, what sort of fun will they get into while they’re alone?
Warning: This, the sizzling hot 8000+ word erotic sequel to best-selling Bred by My Daddy and Daddy’s Baby: Bred by My Daddy 2 features lactation fetish, breeding sex, two squirting female orgasms, two way oral sex, anal play, rough fucking in a laundry room, a caring step-daddy, an intense internal cum shot and undying, forbidden, passionate love.
“I imagine,” I paused to kiss away a little drop of pre-*** as it dribbled, “you gushing inside me, filling me up with all the hot, thick *** you can manage.” Not able to take any more playing around, I slid my tongue underneath his tip and caressed that little place that thrills him, then closed my lips around the ridge at the bottom of my daddy’s ********. I pumped harder for a moment, and looked up at him again with my eyes open halfway. After making a lap around him with my tongue, I pulled my mouth off, squeezed him again, letting my hand slide from his ***** to his tip as another drop spilled out of my daddy’s perfect ****.
“I imagine,” I opened my eyes wide and spoke so close to his **** that my breath caressed him, “you sucking my ****, little trickles of milk running down your chin. And I imagine you pumping me so full of warm, sticky juice that it drips down my thighs.” I licked him and squeezed his ***** harder, just how he liked. “Then I imagine me trying to keep it all in my *****, holding my hand over my worn out little snatch and feeling your warmth pool up inside me.”
In my hand, his **** was so hard it started to throb. His mouth was half agape, and he had all of his fingers tangled up in the hair that framed my face.
“I...I,” he started to speak before I hushed him with a quick, hard suck.