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But Cleo was just tired now.

"You don't have to lie to me, Drake," she said. "You slept with Marie, you got her pregnant, it's that simple."

"No, listen to me," I said forcefully. "I never had sex with Marie. I  never put my penis in her pussy. That's how I knew that everything  Lorena said was lies."

At this, Cleo flushed again.

"Well, even if you never had sex with Marie, what happened with the  baby?" she asked slowly. "There was still a zygote from your sperm.  Where is your son or daughter now?"

"That's the thing," I said slowly, "I don't have a son or daughter.  Marie was pregnant, sure, but it's some other dude's kid. Honey," I said  taking a deep breath. "I had a vasectomy ages ago. It's something that I  did when I was young, there were so many women out to get me, to catch  me in their web. I fucking hated it, all these bitches wanting to be my  baby mama, get a nice payout for life, so I had a vasectomy," I  concluded simply.

And here, Cleo drew in a deep breath.

"I'm confused," she said slowly. "Whose baby was Marie pregnant with then?" she asked, shaking her head.

"Who knows?" I asked. "Lorena was a fucking manipulator. She figured  that if I had sex with Marie, I wouldn't even question the pregnancy  until it was too late."

"But you always knew it wasn't yours," said Cleo slowly.

"Yes," I growled. "That bitch implanted Marie with some random dude's  sperm mixed with her egg. I threw them both out the minute they  confronted me with the pregnancy."

And Cleo just shook her head.

"This is so confusing," she said slowly. "I can't believe Lorena would go to such lengths."

But I shook my head.

"Believe it," I growled. "I was a lifestyle to her, nothing more. With  me, she could keep up a lavish life, even sleep with the pool boy if  that's what she wanted. But once I decided I wanted to be with you, she  knew her days were numbered, I wasn't going to let her continue her  depraved ways forever."

Cleo was silent for a moment.

"So you've never had a child? Never had a child with another woman?" she asked slowly.

"Never," I grunted, staring at her hard.

"And have you  …  ?" she asked, her voice trailing off, eyes looking out  in the distance as she bit her lip nervously. But I knew what she was  asking, and despite the ridiculousness of the situation, it was true.  I'd essentially been celibate for four years and wasn't afraid to say  it.

"I haven't slept with anyone since I was with you," I said harshly. "No one's been with me since you."

And here, Cleo drew a deep breath.

"I never would have guessed," she said slowly, "Drake Markham, alpha male, man about town  …  on his own for four years."

I paused for an instant.

Well," I drawled. "I wouldn't say that I was ‘alone,' exactly."

That made Cleo look up again, eyes flashing, chin lifted.

"Who have you been with then?" she asked, challenging me, straightening her shoulders as if for battle.

And I smiled at her.

"With you, baby. With your videos, the live cam feeds, the toys you've  produced. I've been living with a simulation of you in my arms, albeit  from a distance, but it's always been you, honey."

And with that, Cleo drew in a deep breath, that beautiful décolletage  rising, her boobs creamy and full, tempting, distracting me.

"I see," she said slowly. "I see."         

     



 

"Yes honey," I rumbled, taking her hand. "And it's time to make it real once more."

And with that, my lips crashed down on hers, taking what was mine, what belonged to me  …  forever.





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


Cleo




It was unreal to say the least. My stepdad, the man I'd fallen in love  with so many years ago, had just told me that he'd never slept with  another woman since me. There was no "other woman," there was no baby.  In fact, he'd been living like a monk since we were together. Well sort  of. I guess monks don't masturbate to my images, my vids, use the toys  I've put out on the market.

And now, as he pulled me into his arms, demanding, hot, and hungry, I  found myself letting go. There was so much to process still, so much to  sort through. But I was hungry too, four years of longing will do that  to you, and I finally had my chance.

"I'm never letting you go again," he growled into my ear. "Now that  you're on my territory, you're here to stay," he ground out before  capturing my mouth in a deep kiss.

And it felt so good, so safe in my stepdad's strong, muscular arms. I  melted into him, my skeleton turning to butter as we kissed each other  frantically in the backseat of the car. His hand found the slit in my  skirt and grazed up my thigh to brush against my pussy.

"Daddy!" I squealed, pushing his hand away. "There are people waiting for us back at the auction."

But Drake wasn't about to be deterred.

"Let them wait," he muttered hoarsely as he kissed me, his hands  unerringly aiming for my heat once again. "They work for me, it won't  matter."

And I succumbed. It was nice being with a man so masculine and dominant,  his hands tracing over my curves like they were long-lost friends. He  ran a finger along my décolletage, sampling that creamy flesh and  groaned deep in his throat.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my lips, gently brushing the spattering of freckles there. "I have to see."

And with that, he seized my dress in his hands and tore it apart,  ripping it straight down the middle. I gasped, my body suddenly bared to  him, his gaze ravenous as he took in my Double D's, my wetly creaming  cunt. I hadn't worn lingerie and was totally nude save for my garters  and stockings.

"Oh honey," he growled, his breathing coming hard and fast. "I've missed  you so much, I've missed this so much," he said before diving between  my breasts.

He buried his tongue between the mounds, licking up the sensuous valley  before turning his attention to one, then the other. He ravenously  tongued a nipple, then the other, before settling into a deep suck,  rolling the hardened tips between his lips, tracing them with his tongue  as he squeezed my creamy flesh.

I threw back my head with a gasp of ecstasy. I'd forgotten how good it  felt to be with Drake, his commanding presence, the way he took over my  body, intuiting its deepest wants and needs. With a deep groan, he  pushed my breasts together to take both nipples into his mouth, making  me scream with pleasure as twin jolts of lightning ran straight to my  cunt.

Like a man possessed, Daddy turned his attention to my wetness. I was  literally trembling and dripping, a smear of clear juice on my thigh as  he pushed me backwards and spread my legs, baring that wet pinkness for  his gaze.

"Cleo," he moaned deep in his throat. "You've only gotten more  beautiful," he groaned before diving into my muff, sampling that sweet  woman cream. I almost cried as he licked and tasted my twat, pulling my  lips wide so that he could touch me internally, sampling that deep pink  flesh. He played with my bud, running his tongue up and down along that  tight bundle of nerves while his finger stroked my hole, prepping me for  where his dick would go. And finally, Daddy surprised me in the best  way possible. He bent my knees far back so that my asshole was exposed  and took a deep lick of that pungent hole, burying his nose into my back  door, sampling that intense, heated space.

I was shocked. Drake and I had done anal sure, but I'd been a virgin at  the time so we'd never played extensively down there, the big man  careful not to hurt me more than necessary, introducing me slowly to the  glories of anal sex. But now Drake wasn't holding back, licking my back  hole, lapping at the pleats, pushing his nose against that dark, steamy  space. I creamed again, the wetness gushing out of me as he chuckled  deeply, lapping at my ass with long, wet laves.         

     



 

"Little girl," he said hoarsely. "I've got to have you." And with a  mighty roar, Drake stood and pushed into me, his ten-incher buried in me  to the hilt.

I screamed, my vaginal lips parting, cushioning that length, almost  split in two by his magnificence. I'd never felt so filled than as at  that moment, penetrated by my Daddy's dong, riding his shaft to heaven.

Like a drowning man, he took me with no mercy, possessed by demons  within. His hips rocked furiously, pushing his dick into me again and  again as my pussy was pummeled. The stripper in me exploded and I  shrieked. "Ravage me, fuck my pussy, trash it, trash it."

The dirty talk propelled Drake to even greater heights and without  missing a beat, he pulled out and shoved his dong into my anus. I  screamed again, the penetration unbearable, like my ass had just been  ripped apart by a massive poker. But Daddy didn't stop. He just kept  pushing until my sphincter gave in with an audible pop, and his rod was  buried in my rectum, his balls snug against my ass.