This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First electronic edition February 2012
Copyright © 2012 by Livia Bloom
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Pete listens to the sound of Jayda as she showers and can’t help but just imagine what the water must look like rolling from her dark skin.
Sometimes he secretly thinks he married the wrong woman when he married Jayda’s mother. But even still, he can’t control his fantasy for her…
…and now his wife is gone for the weekend and Jayda’s eyes have taken a liking to his white skin…
Now is the time for fantasies to come true.
The bathroom door shut, the lock clicked, and after a painful silence knowing that she was in there getting naked, the water turned on. He listened to the running water, hearing it bounce against the floor of the shower. His obsession with her taught his ears to know when she got in the shower. The sound of the water seemed to lessen as it bounced against her soft, deeply dark skin.
He closed his eyes and tried to imagine her nipples, like little round pieces of chocolate, but they probably tasted better. He imagined the water running down her luscious body, her womanly curves, and down to her dark pussy.
His cock was hard as a rock a few seconds later and he swallowed hard, resisting the urge to grab his white cock and jerk it. He couldn’t help but picture what his cock would look like plowing into her black pussy.
“Morning,” a voice whispered next to him.
He cringed and turned his head to see his wife staring at him.
She was dark, but not as dark as her daughter, Jayda.
Pete had married Jayda’s mother last year, when Jayda was in her last year of college. Since finishing college, she moved back home to take a job and get her feet off the ground. From the second Pete met and got to know his stepdaughter, he wanted to get Jayda off her feet… and then fuck her.
Pete’s wife, LaToya, worked as a district manager for a large retail chain, which required her to be gone all too often. She loved her job and Pete told himself he would never get in the way of a woman and her career choice, but the distance sucked.
The first thing that Pete noticed about his wife was her eyes. They were a wild dark brown color, dripping with erotic sensuality. Those same eyes were passed down to Jayda, and where LaToya lacked in breast size, curves, and an aura of sex, Jayda made up for ten times over.
More so, Pete never saw Jayda with another man.
She never dated.
She never had one-night stands.
She had friends, she worked, and she seemed happy, but he knew that true happiness was buried between the sheets, with a hard cock, a wet pussy, and a wild fantasy come true.