Sharing My Pussy With Daddy & A Bed With Mommy : Pregnant Lust 13

by Millie King

Book Cover: Sharing My Pussy With Daddy & A Bed With Mommy  : Pregnant Lust 13
Part of the Pregnant Lust series:

I wake up after another naughty dream about Daddy, feeling more frustrated than ever before.  The bundle in my belly is busily kicking away and there’s no hope of getting back to sleep, so I decide to roll back time and head down the hallway to cuddle in my parents’ bed.

Mom’s out-for-the-count and Daddy can’t sleep either – especially with that big thing in his pants.  Read how he takes me while Mom sleeps beside us.  It’s so dangerous, but I don’t care!

Excerpt:

“I don’t have to tell you because I can just show you,” he said, and he nodded down beneath the duvet.

I looked to where he gestured and Daddy pushed the top of the duvet down until I could see the crotch of his checkered pajama pants.  The pattern made it tough to make anything out.

“You—you’d show me?” I asked.

“If you want to see?” Daddy hushed.  There was something ten-times more exciting about hearing him whisper, even though we’d proven already that Mom wasn’t budging for shit.

“I want to see,” I smiled, looking briefly up at him and then quickly back down to his bulging pants.

He eased the waist of his boxer shorts down and I peered inside, noticing first how coarse and short his hair was.

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At first I couldn’t see it, but then I realized it was much closer than I imagined.  The hilt of his cock pointed upwards and his dick sat against the front of his pants.  When I noticed I gasped, realizing just how big he was.

“Is it like you imagined?”  He pulled his pants down over it and it stood on show, stiff and rigid.  Its tip pointed straight towards me.

“It’s bigger than I imagined.”

“I hope that isn’t a problem.”

“No,” I marveled, then I moved my hand and stopped suddenly.

“You can touch it,” he said.  “It’s alright.”

I looked behind me, just in case, then I pressed forwards and eased my hand towards him gently.  I wrapped my fingers around him and put him against my palm, holding him in a soft grip and feeling the pulse of his blood rush into him.  I inhaled deeply.

“You can never really feel a dream,” he said.

I stroked back and forth slowly, barely caressing him.  The touches of my fingertips against his flesh seemed to make him even more rigid.  The skin of his clean-cut crown pulled taut over the bulbous head and it bounced more violently as his lust pumped into it.

“You know I’ve had dreams about you before too,” he said.

I looked up at him.  “Oh yeah?”  My fingers danced on the underside of his forbidden length, bobbing him playfully.  “What did you imagine?”

“Those,” he said, nodding to my plump tits.  “And how amazing that belly looks.”

I lifted my t-shirt quickly, showing off the tight orb of flesh that seemed just as swollen as the head of his big cock.

Daddy’s hand rubbed over it and he closed his eyes, letting out a groan that was unmistakably sexual.  I’d never heard anything like that come out of him before.  At first I felt a tingle in my ears, but then I felt a sudden guilt and turned back to see Mom, still comatose.

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About the Author

Millie King writes naughty lactation erotica that'll leave you dripping, along with the main character!

Dominant men drain younger woman of their nectar, guzzling down their cream while getting harder and harder by the second until they have to get drained themselves!


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