9. Dodge
NINE
DODGE
I close my eyes, relaxing under the cascade of warm water on my back.
It’s been a long day, but I don’t feel as tired as usual.
It still feels odd that there’s a practical stranger on the other side of my apartment right now.
A stranger who treats my daughter like her own, and I can’t look away from her.
A stranger I want to desperately get to know so I can never consider her a stranger again.
Every day, my attention keeps straying to the cameras.
Autumn is a natural, transitioning Winnie to multiple activities, feeding, and then a nap.
I swallow, trying to cast out the image of Autumn doing yoga while Winnie napped.
From where she’d chosen to do it and the camera angle, I got a show of her ass in her leggings. And what a fucking ass it is.
I’m not oblivious to how attractive she is, and she’s still young. Flexible.
Fuck.
I curl my fist around myself as my cock hardens. I can’t stop thinking about coming up behind her, gripping her hips, and pushing into that tempting pussy. And that’s wrong. So, so wrong. Yet, every day my desire for her grows.
Autumn is here for Winnie. I can’t have her, I can never have her. And I can’t tell if that’s what is fueling my lust. The forbidden temptation that hovers nearby.
If I could, I’d bend her over my bed, fucking her until she’s crying for me to stop. Or begging me to come inside her.
I slam my palm onto the tile, my cock jerking in my hold. The fuck did she call me earlier? Daddy.
Fuck, I want to hear that word from her sweet little mouth again. I never thought it would be my type of thing, but maybe it’s just Autumn that has me wanting it .
I want to hear her call me Daddy while my cock is buried so fucking far in her that it kisses her womb. My cock swells, and I grunt.
Fuckkkkkk. Just the thought of putting a baby in her has fire licking up my spine and my balls drawing up. I think about her belly curved, knowing she’s pregnant, and I come hard. Squeezing and stroking my cock, I ride out my release, rubbing along the piercings lined up underneath.
A choked moan catches in my throat as rope after rope of my cum splashes over the tiles. I watch it with ragged pants as it slides down the wall and then rinses down the drain of my shower. My eyes flicker closed as I brace my weight with both ?hands.
I’m so entirely fucked. I’ve never jacked off to someone I know. If I wanted to get off, the clubwhores were a holler away. And if I didn’t want to deal with the hassle of them, I’m no stranger to the internet and the vast amount of videos at my fingertips.
Blowing out a breath, I hurry through the rest of my shower and get dressed before collapsing onto my bed. My body is heavy with the worry of the day and the annoyance that I barely got to see my girls.