Page 34 of My Soul for Sale

I lean forward and clasp my hand around her throat. Her eyes bulge momentarily until she realizes I’m not hurting her.

The way her pussy jolts, she also just found out she likes it.

“You like that, don’t you, Sloane? Daddy fucking you with a hand around your throat.”

“Fuuck,” she cries.

Using my other hand, I slap her pussy, one… two… three times. Her mouth falls open as she screams. I release my grip on her throat and cup her left breast as I come.

I don’t stop pumping my hips, though, the sweetest torture. Her walls pulse around my sensitive dick as I fill her with my cum.

“Fuck. Such a good pussy. God, Sloane,” I breathe as I watch my cum literally get fucked out of her.

When I can’t continue, I slump over, our sweaty bodies touching, and I kiss her lips.

“You’re a kinky little girl, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t know I was. I’ve only had two other lovers and, well, they were… not good.”

Annoyed at the mention of her having any past lovers, I hold my tongue. She should only know my tongue, my cock, my fingers.

“I’m gonna get a rag to clean up. Then it’s time to sleep.” Pushing off Sloane, I rise from the bed and make my way to the connected bathroom. Squinting as the bright light temporarily blinds me, I quickly grab a washcloth and run it under the cool water.

My mind swirls with disbelief. I can't believe I did it again. There are no regrets, but I'm not exactly looking forward to explaining this to Atlas. He wasn't angry earlier, but I also don't think he anticipated it happening again.

I raised him to share, but I'm not sure his ex-stepsister fits into that equation.

The complexity of the situation weighs heavily on my mind as I try to come to terms with the reality of what just happened.

I return to the bed, where Sloane lies, and begin cleaning her up. I wipe myself off as I walk to the hamper and drop the cloth inside.

I’ve been with Ali and Sloane; mother and daughter. While some might see it as a conquest to boast about or cross off a bucket list of sorts, I can't shake the feeling of unease. How messed up is it that I've been with both of them? Am I some sort of deviant?

Slipping into bed, Sloane crawls back under the blanket with me, where the night began.

I pull her close and kiss her shoulder, my hand resting gently on her tummy. "Night, Sloane," I murmur.

"Night, Rip," she replies.

I close my eyes, and a wave of clarity hits me. Maybe Ali was merely a stepping stone, a means to where I’m at now with Sloane. Perhaps this is exactly how it was supposed to be all along.

But even as I come to terms with this thought, a lingering issue remains. Sharing a lover with my son still feels unconventional, even taboo.

Chapter Eighteen

Sloane

This morning wasn’t eventful like yesterday, thankfully. I woke up and went back to Atlas’ room and he found me in the shower.

We showered together, where he ate my pussy like it was his last meal, and then he fucked me against the warm tile wall. It was amazing.

The rest of the day was spent lounging around, watching TV and playing more cards.

But now it’s eleven pm and I’m making sure the small amount of things I brought with me are in my bag and ready to go back to the club.

It’s time to get rich.

I’m dropping my lingerie in the bag and grabbing the denim jacket I came here in when Atlas wraps his arms around me from behind. He kisses my neck while his hands grab my soft belly.

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