5. Chapter 5
Chapter five
Henry
F inalizing 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 pour myself 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.
Her pussy hugs my cock so tightly, pulsing around me. She hasn’t really come in her sleep, not the way she normally does. But this isn’t about her enjoying it. It’s about my pleasure and what she can give me without waking up or participating.
Still, her pussy tightens around me and another moan leaves her throat. Her head pushes back into the pillow and she lets out a soft moan. I put my hand over her mouth gently and slow my thrusts even when I’m desperate to fuck her hard and fast, to finish quickly.
I slide out of her almost all the way, and her pussy tightens like it wants me deeper. I groan. “Your pussy just can’t get enough, can it?”
I watch her face, the way it heats, how she almost wakes up, then grip her tit, licking her free nipple, tasting her and enjoying how effortless it is to be with her.
With one more hard thrust, I groan and still as my cum fills her. Katie hums in her throat and stretches her legs as I draw out my cock. The door creaks behind me, and I glance over my shoulder seeing Brad lurking in the doorway, watching me with an unreadable face. I draw back from Katie further and stroke through her hair slowly. Her breathing is steady as she nuzzles into her pillow.
I take off my shirt and clean Katie up a bit, rubbing the inside of her thigh, and she huffs, moving her leg away like she wants the mess I leave her with.
“Should have known you’d come right here.” Brad takes a step forward.
“As if you can resist her.” I snort. “You’re even willing to beat up your own brother if she doesn’t suck your cock first.”
Brad looks at her calmly, but I can tell he’s turned on. That glint in his eyes is saved for Katie alone. They’ve fucked her all over the house, and I couldn’t drag him from her when she was on campus last semester.
I take a slow breath. “Well, you don’t have to lurk over there,” I say seriously. “Come in, give it a try.”
“Fucking her while she sleeps?” Brad asks and crawls closer.
He takes her in, all on display and ready to go. I think he’s going to climb up and take her just like I did, but instead, he runs one finger along the inside of her ankle.
“Brad?” I ask.
“This is your thing, not mine.”
“Really? You can resist that little outfit, how hard her nipples are, her wet, eager pussy? She’s right here, ready for the taking,” I bait.
I’ve never liked watching another man enjoy what’s mine, but at the same time, I love seeing them use her.
Brad’s head cocks to the side and his finger trails further up her calf.
I nod. “You want her, so have her.”
“But it’s so much better when she fights,” he says softly.