Forced Submission: Book 1-6 Part 22

Her mom and I lasted for about a month, if that. She was gone before the ink was even dry on the marriage license. Probably just happy there was someone else to take care of Gracie. Ty and I have been doing that for the past five years, but the older she got, the more things started to change. I didn't see her as the dirty little girl anymore. Oh, I wanted to make her dirty, but in a whole different kind of way.

As if finally noticing me, she turns her head, looking over her shoulder.

"It's almost done. I made your favorite." She places a plate on the table before making her way over towards me. Her waist-length, snow-white hair bounces around her with each step, her t.i.ts doing the same. She's old enough and got big enough t.i.tties that she should be wearing a bra, but she's not. Standing on her tiptoes, she gives me a kiss on the cheek. I clench my fist to stop myself from grabbing a hold of her and pulling her into me. Filling my hands with her lush a.s.s while I find out if she has panties on under my shirt.

I should tell her to stop dressing like this. That she's putting me on edge. That I'm going to take the very thing she seems to be taunting me with. I'm not the only one who seems to be noticing her lately, either. Ty's eyes follow her just like mine do.

"Is Ty going to be here soon?" she asks, making another plate.

"He stayed late to pull some overtime. He'll be home in a little bit." At my words she finishes making the plate, then puts it in the microwave. It's something she always does when either one of us gets home late from the factory. We both know that no matter what when we walk in the door, she'll have warm food on the table for us.

If you ask me, her staying after she graduated from high school is going to seal her fate. You can't walk around half-naked in front of two men and think they aren't going to want a taste. We live in a small town. Most of the population works at the local plastics factory. It's not like you can go down the road to a local bar and get some easy p.u.s.s.y-unless you want to f.u.c.k the same thing everyone else is f.u.c.king over and over. Why would I want that when I have a sweet young p.u.s.s.y at home?

I would smell her c.u.n.t as I stroked myself off into a pair of her little white panties. I lick my lips thinking about the pair I got out of her dirty clothes last night. I'd already ruined them. The smell of her p.u.s.s.y was long gone from them, coated and replaced by my scent. It wasn't enough. I need more. I want to taste it straight from her c.u.n.t as I jack my c.o.c.k.

She has to be out of panties by now. I have a feeling Ty's been doing the same thing, so between the two of us, we must have gone through all of them by now. Does that mean she doesn't have anything on under that shirt as she moves around, her big t.i.ts bouncing with each step?

"You're not hungry?" she asks, standing next to the little table in the kitchen. She licks her thick bottom lip before her teeth sink into it.

"It's not what I want," I grunt out, making no move to come closer to the table.

"But it's your favorite." She looks down at the table, then her big, blue, innocent eyes meet mine in confusion.

I make my way over to the table, pulling out my chair and sitting down. She follows suit, and I can feel her eyes on me as I dig in. I do love her pot roast, but today it holds no taste. I sink my teeth into the juicy meat, and with each bite my hunger grows. A hunger that wants to be sinking its teeth into something else.

When I'm finished, I look over to see she hasn't even taken a bite of her own food. She just watches me like she's waiting for something.

"Do you want more?" she asks, the same confusion from before coloring her tone.

"It's not what I wanted."

"I can make something else." She scoots to the end of her chair like she's about to get up. The action makes the shirt she's wearing slide up her thighs. One little move and I could find out if she has those panties on or not. I grip her by the wrist, halting her movements, my eyes locked between her legs.

"Show it to me." My words come out thick. I don't look up at her. I keep my eyes locked right where I want them. I feel her pulse pick up, but her fingers move to the hem of the shirt.

Her hand comes between her legs as she lifts the shirt up just a little, showing me her simple white panties.

"They smell like you. I found them in your room when I was cleaning."

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The Breeding Series Coach.

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Fall Into Place Mistress Auction Series.

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Buy Me 2 Buy Me 3 Buy Me Bundle.

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Taking What's HIS Taking What's WICKED.

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Beauty and the Biker Letting Her Lead... April 2016.

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