Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Our eyes are locked on each other, and I marvel in the way hers are light. I hope mine communicate to her how much I love her. “I’m like Dad?” Saige asks from the couch, and I break eye contact with Everleigh before walking over to sit beside Saige and put her feet in my lap. Everleigh faces us, wearing a pair of shorts and matching tank top with the matching sweater she uses for a robe. The ends of her hair are still wet from the shower we took together before Saige got up. It was the only way Everleigh would let me fuck her. She refused to even touch my dick in bed, knowing Saige could get up at any moment. Besides, she was so exhausted from the whole day and being on her feet that she fell asleep almost the minute her head hit the pillow. To be honest, I didn’t give a shit as long as both my girls were under my roof. I went to bed and had good fucking dreams. It was even better when I woke up and felt Everleigh beside me.
“Oh, yeah.” She nods, not moving from the stool, leaning with her back against the counter before she gets up with her cup of coffee and sits across from us, curling her feet under her. I want her to sit next to me. “He would camp out on the couch until the afternoon if no one told him to get up.”
“I did not.” I try to defend myself, but she’s right. “Not the whole day.” She tilts her head to the side, and I know she’s going to list each and every time I did it. “What do you want to eat for breakfast?”
“See that, Saige?” She points at me. “That is what he does when he knows I’m right.”
Saige laughs when I groan and roll my eyes. “See? That also means I’m right.” She takes a sip of her coffee. “I can make some cinnamon roll pancakes,” she offers, “or blueberry lemon.”
Saige gasps. “You can make cinnamon roll pancakes?” She asks this as if Everleigh just told her she can give her all the answers to the next math quiz.
“I have to see if your dad has all the ingredients, but if not, I’ll go to the store today and make sure we have them for tomorrow. I have to go to the bakery this afternoon to prep the dough for tomorrow.”
“Can I come and help?” Saige asks, and Everleigh looks at her with glistening eyes.
“If your dad says you can, sure.” She smiles.
“Did you finish all your English homework?” I turn my attention to Saige who nods. “And math?”
“Almost.” She tosses the cover off her. “I can do it while you make bagels.”
“Is that what you want to eat?” I ask, and she nods. “With cream cheese or something else?”
“Cream cheese, please,” she answers as she walks out of the living room and toward her bedroom, where I hear her close the door. My eyes move from the hallway, then go back to Everleigh, who is looking at me. “What’s that look for?”
She puts her coffee on the table and walks to me, standing between my legs. “I thought I loved you before,” she declares as I sit up, putting one hand on her hip and running her hand through my almost dry hair. “But seeing you in dad mode.” She looks down at me as I look up at her. “You’re a DILF.” I throw my head back and laugh at her. “Like hard-core DILF.” She leans down and kisses my lips. “I want to do so many dirty things to you.”
“Do you?” I extend my hand to put my cup on the table, grabbing her waist and yanking her to me. She yelps as she straddles my hips, sitting right on my cock. “I want to hear all about it.” Her head goes back as the room fills with her laughter while my mouth goes to her neck. She raises her shoulder and bends her neck to stop me, giggling even more. “I want to do dirty things to you too,” I mumble, pushing her down harder on my cock. “You know what we haven’t done?” Her eyes light up, and her eyebrows rise. “I haven’t come on your tits yet. Or face-fucked you,” I whisper in her ear, my hand roaming up her back.
“I think I’m going to go take another shower,” she mumbles, “with a certain pink toy.”
“No.” I grip her neck in my hand. “You don’t touch yourself or your toys unless I’m in the room with you.”
“You are not the boss of me,” she snaps.
“I may not be the boss of you, but this is mine.” I grab her ass with both my hands. “And these are mine.” I grab her tits, teasing her nipples. “And this…” I move my hand down to her mound, and she jumps off my lap.