Gifted To His Dad: Christmas Novella
Gifted To His Dad: Chapter 8

My back’s against the wall as Cole fucks Eve on the other side. The vibration from their movements drives me crazy. I shouldn’t be doing this, but there’s no way I can stop. Not after she squirmed on my lap, nearly driving me insane. My cock presses painfully against my jeans, and I undo the button, freeing it, pushing the thick fabric and my boxers down my thighs. The head of my cock’s already dripping with precum, just listening to them.

Each time she moans, my body tenses, wishing I was the reason she’s making those sounds. I run my thumb along the slit, collecting the moisture before stroking down. My hand glides freely, and I groan, imagining her pussy clenching around me with each stroke. The way she’d moan as I thrust into her. Her nails dig into my shoulders until she leaves her mark. I want signs of her all over me, proof of her desire.

I want to leave my own marks, covering her with deep red hickeys and the imprint of my teeth. Fuck, I bet her nipples turn a rosy red, swelling as I suck on them. My hand moves faster with each thought, the sound of Cole fucking her coming clear through the wall.

Is he right? Will she accept both of us? Will she writhe under me as I take her hard?

My dick swells, precum leaking over my knuckles. I want to know how she tastes, how she reacts when my tongue pushes into her.

My body tenses, my grip growing firm, squeezing the head almost painfully, trying to hold off my orgasm just a little longer, but it’s no use. She cries out Cole’s name with her release, and I soak my shirt in spurts of cum.

My mind clears. I don’t feel guilty for listening in on them, especially because I know Cole did it on purpose. All I can think about is getting her under me.

Now, we just need to convince her that she wants this as badly as we do.

From the way she responded to my touch, it’s possible she already does.

I want to claim her as part of our family and never let her go.