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Chapter 25

F**k Why is she doing this to me? She must know how badly I want her. There’s no way she could have believed I didn’t know it was her instead of the doll, both times that it happened, so the fact that I f**d her anyway must be an obvious sign of how irresistible her offer was Is she tormenting me?

Meanwhile, Chrissy seems to be playing this game for maximum effect. The sassy blonde gets up out of the box and my jaw drops onto the floor because f***k, she’s hot. The lace of the teddy leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, her enormous t***ts barely held in place by open cups, the little matching stickers over her nipples a joke. Her s** p**y is only barely covered by the c**h, the material rising up high over her wide hips F**k, the material’s so thin that I can l**y make out the groove of her p**y **ps, and the outline of that bulging c**t. **k f****k f**k! My *k throbs and uncomfortably in length down the leg of my boxers and out into the material of my trousers

“What do you think, Brad?” Chrissy coos, her doe eyes blinking up at me. “Do you like what you see?” she asks, doing a tiny twirl that makes her breasts **le. My mouth goes dry, and I swallow hard. My shaft is like iron now, and it’s all her fault.

“What the f**k are you doing?” I growl through a clenched jaw. I know the electric blue of my eyes is flashing angrily, but I can’t help it. Chrissy’s making me feel like an out-of-control teenager, and I don’t like feeling out of control. “What did you do with the doll!” I rasp.

“She’s in the closet,” Chrissy sings before prancing over to the hallway closet.

“Stop. I command, and the beautiful blonde freezes, her eyes wide with surprise. Oh shit. I feel guilty. I’m coming off way too harsh and I don’t want to scare her because even if the brat’s testing my limits, I can tell she only means well. Chrissy may be frisky and sassy, but she’s also very sweet and giving. She’s a good kid, she’s just out of her depth.

But now that I see Chrissy’s irresistible body, dressed in that skimpy outfit, in combination with her angelic face, I feel something shift inside me. I desperately want to grab her, bend her over the stair railing, and take her so hard she squirts all over the place again. It would relieve the aching load that’s building up inside my balls, caused by just seeing how hot she looks, standing there in front of me in her f**k-me pumps. At this point, I can even feel hot pre-come dripping out of the tip of my c***k and down my knee. But as much as I crave taking her again. I also suddenly long to clear the air. To understand her. To understand myself.

“We need to talk,” I rumble.

“I agree.” Chrissy breathes, a gentle smile lighting up her gorgeous face. How have I never noticed how beautiful she is? “That’s what I intended to do.”

“By dressing up like a sex doll and hiding inside a box?” I ask in sarcastic voice. But there’s also a note of playfulness in my baritone, and she senses it.

“I guess,” she shrugs adorably. “I wanted you to continue wanting me, that’s all. Is that so bad?”

“Chrissy,” I growl, her name tasting like honey on my lips. “It’s one thing to pretend to be a sex doll, but it’s another to keep going with this charade -”

“So youdidknow it was me?” she interrupts, a note of hope in her voice. And I realize she’s desperate for it to be true: that 1 knew it was her and wanted to f**k her anyway. But I don’t reply because I can’t dignify that question with an answer. I simply raise one stern eyebrow at her as if to say: “Do you think I’m an idiot?” She giggles and lowers her again.

eyes, blushing

“Of course you knew it was me,” she breathes, nervously playing with the frills on her teddy. “How could you not?”

This would be the perfect time to bring up her heaving breasts, the wet tightness of her p**y, not to mention the clench of her a**. No piece of plastic can possibly replicate the temptation of her beautiful body. But I don’t want to get into it, and as

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“Right” the whingers hanging on my every word. I need to tread carefully, and to do the right thing by this teenage girl because he’s incest despite her shenanigans. There isn’t a mean bone in Chrissy’s body, and I don’t want to crush her sports with my weeds. Yo I seed to be trifel too.

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acknowledged it by bringing it out into the open then it www. I’m sorry, sweetheart, but this is where it ends. We’re through”

“What the wingers “Why?” Wow can I tell her something I don’t even understand properly myself? That’s she’s too young bout I was willing to use her body like a toy for my own pleasure, as long as it was unspoken. That it’s too weird Yeats toy’s teenage daughter, living under my roof, bat I’ve never come harder and more intensely than when 1 had agreed to the hilt de her tight little holes Or that I got worried I’d get her pregnant, so I f**d her in the wwwh a depraved p**t She’s better off with me never touching her again. But I can’t explain that to her

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this thing between us was never acknowledged, I sayin a slow tone. “I was okay with it. But now that you’ve Treat the sweet trourts you again.” Silence. Look back up and see with a sinking feeling that Chrissy’s blue eyes are

I bontang with tears, her pretty wth agape with shock and humiliation