Father and Son (Forbidden Fantasies #28) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
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With that, it happens. All of us are climaxing at once and stars dance before my eyes as I spray wildly into the beautiful brunette. Her cheeks hollow around my hardness as she swallows furiously, not letting a single drop escape. Meanwhile, my stepfather clutches her hips, his expression intense as he unloads his own seed into her sweetly clenching pussy.

Finally, the climaxes subside a bit and we pull out slowly. Both of our members are glistening and wet, and the curvy girl moans at the sight. But then she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before reaching down between her legs to scoop up some of Grant’s seed.

“Mmm,” she giggles while tasting the tip of her finger. “Like I said, you’re sweet, Braden, and you’re salty, Grant.”

With that, our growls go hungry once more. Who knew our little girl was so dirty? But Sarah is absolutely perfect for us, and my stepdad and I both grin appreciatively before diving in for round two.

7

Sarah

I slip into my favorite little black dress just as there’s a knock on my door. It took me a while to get ready because I want to look good for my first threesome date with Braden and Grant. I can’t believe this is happening. I’m going on a date with two men, who are also father and son. Of course, they’re not biologically related, but still. How did I get to this point?

Nerves flutter in my stomach, but I zip up my dress and mince over to answer the door in sky-high heels.

“Hi!” I smile shyly.

“Hey sweetheart, how are you? You look beautiful,” Grant growls, stepping inside. He kisses my cheek and then Braden does the same.

I shut the door and smile happily at them.

“Thanks, you two look great, too.”

It’s true because both men wearing dress pants that highlight their long legs and button down shirts that show off those broad shoulders. Both Grant and Braden have dark hair and blue eyes too, so they could be father and son although they share no DNA. How did I get so lucky?

But based on how both men are raking their eyes over my body, this dress is a success. I love the way it hugs my curves, and wiggle my hips teasingly a bit.

“You like?” I coo.

The blue in their eyes flares hotly.

“Yes, baby,” Braden rasps. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

“I can’t wait to get a taste,” Grant adds, his hands already reaching out for my hips. But I slip away at the last moment.

“Yes, but we should get going so we’re not late! Let me just grab my purse.”

I have a little wristlet that I use on the rare occasion that I get dressed up, so I take it from the table by my door and follow the guys into the hallway. Downstairs, there’s a sleek Beamer parked at the curb, and the three of us get in. It’s luxurious inside with buttery leather seats and that tell-tale new car smell.

“We could’ve taken the train,” I say shyly.

Braden shakes his head, blue eyes fierce. “Absolutely not. Tonight is special, so we want to pamper you.”

I smile happily again, my heart blooming. “Well, thank you. This is really nice and I’m looking forward to it.”

Within minutes, we’re at the restaurant and it turns out, the guys made a reservation so we’re seated immediately.

“I haven’t been here in a while,” Braden says, looking around at the elegant décor. “Good choice, Grant.”

“You know Gotham Bar and Grill is my favorite,” his dad nods. “This place never gets old.”

Braden laughs. “I remember. You’ve always appreciated a good, juicy steak.”

“Is that the best dish here?” I ask shyly.

Grant nods. “Yes. I’ll order for you, honey. I think you’ll enjoy the king-size prime rib. It’s delicious and completely worth it.”

I color.

“King-size?” is my stammer.

Both men nod.

“Yes, sweetheart. Most women order the petite cut, but I don’t think that’s necessary in this case,” Grant states. “We love your appetite, honey, and trust me – the king-size isn’t even that big.”

“Okay,” I say, loving that these men support me. “Sounds delicious.”

When the waiter returns, our order for three king-size steaks is put in, along with mashed potatoes, lobster mac and cheese, and an iceberg salad. My mouth is watering, and my stomach beginning to gurgle, but there’s something I’m curious about.

“So, can I ask how you two became stepson and stepfather? Or ex-stepson and stepfather? I know you used to be married to Braden’s mom,” I say, trying to ease into the topic.

The older man chuckles. “Sure, but you already know most of the story. I used to be married to Mira, who’s an incredible woman. But she’s driven. Too driven. She’s a doctor and absolutely obsessed with her career, which is part of the reason why she packed Braden off to boarding school. It turns out, she didn’t have much time for a husband either,” he adds ruefully.


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