Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
He growls in my ear.
“Oh, I will, Kayla. I will.”
With that, the pumping becomes frenetic. My bottom gets used to the rhythm and soon I’m taking hard, deep pounds in my behind like a champion. The penetration is incredible and suddenly, stars burst before my eyes.
“Oh god!” I scream. “It’s happening!”
“Let yourself feel,” George rasps in my ear. “Let all your inhibitions go.”
With that, I begin to convulse. But these aren’t baby convulsions. These are huge, ten magnitude shakes, as if I’m in a storm at sea that’s also being battered by a hurricane and struck by lightning at the same time. I let out another full-bodied scream, my pussy pulsing and jerking as pleasure rockets through my frame.
“Oh my gosh, George, I love you!” I shriek. “Yes!”
He grabs a hold of my hips and then his jaw clenches as a vein pulses in his neck.
“I’m coming!” he calls. “Oh baby, I’m coming!”
Suddenly, it happens just as he promised. In the throes of ecstasy, the tiny toy slips out of my pussy and drops onto the floor, almost unnoticed by the two of us. We continue to call out and spasm, as hot gusts of seed blast my insides.
“Yes!” I scream again. “Oh god, yes!”
“Baby,” he moans, dropping a kiss onto my shoulder. “How I adore you, Kayla.”
I smile once the shivers have subsided because what George and I feel for one another is real. We spoke words of love, and we meant them too. After all, we’ve been circling each other for years, unsure how to do this dance. But in one hour, the dance reached its climax, and my ex-stepdad and I are bound together now, by our shared experiences and by our love for one another. Okay, maybe it wasn’t supposed to happen exactly like this, but I’ll take love with George any day because it feels like a dream come true.
“Are you okay?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my collarbone.
“Yes,” I breathe, still watching our heaving bodies in the mirror. “Who knew it could be like this?”
He laughs and spurts his final drops into my bottom, making me squeal.
“You know, I meant every word I said,” he begins seriously, looking me in the eye. “I love you, Kayla.”
Tears comes to my eyes because the fact is that I love this man too.
“I know, George. And I love you,” I reply in a soft murmur. “I always have, and I always will.”
“I know,” he chuckles.
“What, you know?” I ask. “But how?”
He grins.
“I’ve always known, honey. You wearing those short skirts and tiny, barely-there tops around the house? You’ve been tempting me for years.”
I blush because he’s right. I have wanted George for a long time. But as principled adults, we only acted on it after the divorce was finalized.
“But what are we going to do?” I ask, gasping. “Isn’t this so wrong? You were married to my mom before, and now … well, we’ve done this together.”
He grins.
“Yes, we’ve done this, and it’s the best I’ve ever had,” he says in a low growl. “In fact, I have half a mind to make an honest woman out of you.”
I stare at him.
“Are you serious? But you used to be married to my mom. Who gets married to someone, divorces them, and then marries that same woman’s daughter?”
He shrugs, but then his eyes go serious.
“I know how it sounds, Kayla, but can you really deny how you feel? Maybe we don’t have to get married right away, but I want you to know that I own you, baby. You’re mine.”
I nod even as my cheeks flush.
“I know, George. I’ve always known that I’m yours, and I’m okay with that. And you’re mine as well. We’ll take it one step at a time, okay?”
He nods before leaning forward to kiss me.
“Sure. I love you baby.”
With that, my heart melts.
“I love you too, George.”
With that, our hearts meld into one and we dive headfirst into the promise of eternity together.
Epilogue
George
A year later.
I tap my foot while waiting at the altar of the Little White Wedding Chapel in Vegas. Kayla will be showing up any moment, and I’m excited because my gorgeous fiancée and I are finally tying the knot. Of course, Kayla didn’t want to get married at this venue initially because it was also the site of my first marriage.
“No,” she protested. “This is where you married Victoria! Remember? It would be wrong.”
I shushed her.
“It’s okay baby. It’s just a location, and nothing more. It’s not feng shui and there aren’t going to be spirits that attack us.”
She pouted.
“But why can’t we get married at City Hall? That’s just as easy.”
I frowned.
“We could, but it’s too informal there. I don’t want to be married before some random officiant. I want to get married in a church, and yes, the Little White Wedding Chapel isn’t exactly very formal, but it is a church. And the officiant does hold a degree from a seminary,” I say. “Just chalk it up to my Greek Orthodox upbringing.”