SINFUL HOUR COLLECTION: Creaming on daddies spicy erotica

dripping on my marble." I instinctively squeeze my thighs together; a thick drop of cum hits the floor anyway. "It just... happened. Tyler was drunk and " "Tyler was exactly how I wa

the liquor she gave him." I grab Jessica's clothes-the blouse I had on before the heat from earlier-and slip it on, my fingers fumbling with the buttons as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, seeing her face staring back at me. Had to go to my room, this isn't my room, anyways. Not yet that is. I took a slow shower, scrubbing hard at my skin, turning the water hotter until it burns, trying to wash away the cum and the confusion. My hands shake as I lather up, slamming the soap bar against the tile in frustration. "Who would have guessed, the all-perfect, stunning, and always-lucky Jessica can't give birth." And I'll have to give her the child. I press my forehead against the cool shower wall, touching my belly with one hand. Ten weeks? Surgery? Hand it over like a library book? And I'll be left with nothing. I'll still be the failure, still not perfect. Fuck that. I can't be her shadow forever. I have to change that. And you'll be helping me out with that, I whisper, talking to the probably-not-yet-fertilized egg as I trace circles on my skin. "Am I crazy or what?" I mutter, realizing I just got fucked today. It's gonna take a whole 10 weeks. I step out of the shower, towel off roughly, pulling at my hair in frustration before slipping into my nightwear. It's 3:17 am in the morning. Can't sleep, still thinking of what just happened a few hours ago. I pace my room, fists clenching and unclenching, before I stand up from my bed and go to take a sneak peek in Jessica's room. She's still asleep. Tyler sprawled naked in the middle, sheets barely covering his dick. Wow, still out cold. I stood there watching them, my hand gripping the doorframe so hard my knuckles turn white. Tyler moved his hand and rested it on her hip. Fuck... I have to do something about this. I slip inside, tiptoeing to the bed, and gently lift the sheet to slide in next to Tyler. The mattress dips as I press my body against his, my hand sliding over his chest. He stirs slightly, but doesn't wake. I went back to my room. I stare at the ceiling, still thinking of a decision, flipping the pillow in frustration. If I give her the baby, she wins forever. On the other hand, if I keep the baby, I win everything. She just had to lick the cum off my fucking lips. The thought of what happened made me frown, and I punch the mattress hard. Cocky bitch. I'm keeping the baby, Tyler, and all that's yours. Fucking bitch. THE NEXT DAY Aahh-mmph...I jolted up on my bed, tangled in sheets. "Fuck... my body feels like I just got hit by a bus." I sit up, smiling through the ache. Every muscle reminds me of Tyler's hands, his thrusts, the way he called my name when he came. I roll over, pressing a hand to my stomach. "Still flat," I whisper, fingers lingering there, wondering if something's already changing inside. I sit up fast, kicking the covers off, and pace to the window, yanking the curtains aside. "Her car's still there." Good. "She's not running away from her own mess." I splash cold water on my face in the bathroom, staring at my reflection. "You agreed to this," I mutter to myself, gripping the sink so hard my knuckles turn white. "But agreements can break." I grin wide at the mirror, feeling the thrill hit me like a rush. I slap the faucet off and head downstairs, still in my nightwear, my feet bare and cold on the stairs. Jessica's already in the kitchen, moving like nothing exploded last night. She's making coffee. "Oh hey, Joyce. Good morning," she says, jolly as ever. "Coffee?" I nod, sliding onto a stool, crossing my legs tight. "Black. Strong." She pours it, slides the mug over, and leans on the counter. "I meant what I said last night. Thank you, Joyce. This means a lot." She reaches across the counter, grabs my hand, squeezes it. I let her, but my fingers stay limp. Tyler shows up in the kitchen, his hair a total mess,