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They give each other shit as I get through my shower. I work on homework, then lie in my bed alone. One plus of having Brad stay with me was never being alone in bed. I roll over. My bed isn’t huge, but there’s too much space.
I almost go out to see if one of them will join me in bed, but I have class in the morning and I’m worried about Henry. Then again, they could fuck all those worries away.
Maybe both of them?
I did my homework. I deserve a reward.
Still, my body is so heavy and I’m so exhausted. I change into the pink lingerie I got for Daddy on Christmas since I haven’t gotten a chance to share it with him. Hopefully, he’ll like the view and get to enjoy himself.
I love waking up to his cum leaking out of me and the knowledge that he didn’t want to wait until I was awake to have me.
They’ve definitely made me as kinky and wild as they are, and it hardly took any time at all for them to make me theirs. It’s a pleasant enough thought to fall asleep to, so I close my eyes, get comfortable on my side, and start planning tomorrow until sleep weighs heavily on me.
Chapter five
Henry
Finalizing a divorce has never taken so long. Then again, I didn’t have the grounds to argue on much. Whatever she wanted, she got. How could I argue when I’ve knowingly let my sons fuck Katie?
At least she doesn’t know I’ve been involved. My now ex-wife wouldn’t be able to come back from that. She would have taken everything and then some. As it is, I’m getting all the bills for the lawyers.
It’s a shame Carter didn’t go into civil law. He would have been an asset even if he would have had a conflict of interest. I scrub the back of my neck and notice how quiet the house is.
Checking my watch, I see it’s after two a.m. Probably because after the meeting, I went to a bar to destress. I didn’t get drunk. I wouldn’t add to the boys’ problems, but I just needed to exist in a place where no one knew what was going on in my life.
Rather than heading to bed to sit and think about how frustrated and on edge I am, I walk to the kitchen and pourmyself a drink. Even the burn of whiskey isn’t enough to calm me down.
But there’s something in this house that always does the trick. I roll my neck and head upstairs to see Katie.
Her bedroom door is ajar, like always, and she’s lying on her back under her thin blanket. I lick over my bottom lip, hoping she’s naked for me. I slowly drag the sheet off her body and find her in a gauzy pink top that doesn’t hide her tits and ends high up on her belly. Then a pink thong of the same material.
Fuck, it’s such a nice little package.
I lean forward and lick her nipple without moving the top, and she makes a soft sound. My eyes flick up to her face, but she’s definitely not awake.
“Such a good little angel, dressing up for Daddy,” I purr before jerking the fabric down to suck her nipple as my cock hardens. I suck and lick until her nipple hardens against my tongue, and her head rolls on the pillow. I stroke down her belly and to the barely-there panties she has on. I drag them down impatiently, watching her face.
Her eyes move under the lid and her lips part, but she doesn’t wake.
My fingers slip over her wet pussy and I shake my head. “Always dripping, aren’t you?”
She moans, her head rolling toward me. I want to enjoy her, to take my time, make every minute last. Tossing restraint to the wind, I take her like I need.
I free my cock while still gently stroking her clit, making her wetter and wetter as I keep getting harder. I rub my cock over her lips and savor the feel of her hot breath on my skin.
How the hell was I ever supposed to ignore her?
“My sweet little girl,” I groan. “Daddy loves how you prepare for him.”
She makes a soft sound, but I just leave my cock over her lips before thrusting my fingers into her. I move one of her thighs, letting it dangle off the bed. She turns her head slightly, her lips dragging over my shaft all the way to the tip.
If she were awake, she’d use her tongue. Perfect. I don’t want her to wake up. I want her to lie here helpless, mine, exactly how I like her unless she’s whimpering or whining while using the toys I got her for Christmas.
I slowly climb onto the bed and spread her pussy, enjoying the view of her tight little hole dripping with her juices. I slide a finger into her just to see her breathing change, to see the little arch in her back, to watch how well she takes my finger while drenching it.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” I whisper and line my cock against her pussy, then I thrust into her. I drag my wet finger over her bottom lip, then gently hold her in place as I set a slow pace.
I want her to stay asleep, to dream of me inside her, to let herself explore every fantasy she can in her head. She lets out a soft whimper, and I increase the pace.
