All Chapters of I Just Wanna Get Laid: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Martha finished putting the final plate on the table and sat down at long last.The chicken was cut. The rice was steaming in its bowl. There was a green salad placed in the center of the table in the wooden bowl that Quin remembered from her childhood. Everything was perfect and warm and ordinary, the good plates, the folded napkins, the glow of porch lights in the dusk through the window."Eat," Martha said. "You look like you've been living on coffee. Douglas, don't just stare at her, make sure she eats."Douglas passed her the rice. His expression was mild, attentive, precisely the one of stepfather whom she knew sitting at this table for years. Only the slight pink flush still visible on his throat suggested otherwise.Quin started eating the food which she was sure she wouldn't taste anyway. As she moved on the chair, the old familiar pain in her legs reminded her of the wall upstairs in crystal clear details. But she remained calm and reached for her water.Martha started bef

Douglas leaned in above her, watching.Quin lay on her back across the bed, pants sagging off of one hip, breasts heaving, her legs spread wide. She had said something just moments ago, but now it hung between them in an awkward silence that seemed to stretch out infinitely.“Repeat yourself,” he ordered softly, his eyes fixed on her.“Fuck me. Daddy,” she panted through lips bruised and swollen by earlier bites. “Cum inside me. Don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”Some tension tightened in the line of his jaw as he stripped himself of his jeans, his erection springing up hard as he mounted her position. She was tight and swollen, dripping and burning after everything he had done to her thus far. With his hips aligned with hers, he drove himself into her depths, seating himself entirely in one smooth movement.She cried out silently, face pressed into the pillows. Douglas braced his hands beside her shoulders and drew back, thrusting home hard with each movement until the sound became

Morning came in soft and ordinary.Quin woke up before the alarm she didn't set. For a while she lay still, cataloging her body in the wake of another night spent with him. There was always the pain in her sex muscles and the slight tenderness inside her thighs. This morning it was coupled with a sensation of warmth lingering in spite of the washing she'd done. As she moved, she could feel the echo of his thrusts deep inside. She got up.In the small bathroom she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Looking at her reflection under the harsh light of the bulb, she noticed that nothing obvious remained, no traces of being choked on her throat. But there was that tired look around her eyes due to the trip and something that seemed to be a lack of sleep around her mouth. She dressed up in clean shorts and a loose shirt that wouldn't cling to her body, and her hair was combed into place. The sheet used during the night was carefully bundled up at the bottom of the closet.The smell of

Martha entered gabbing.The dog greeted her at the door in a flurry of claws and tail. Martha laughed, put down her bag on the side table, and began straightaway telling her about the form-filling and picture-making procedure to choose which of Mrs. Kerrigan's two nephews had more rights to a medical scholarship and how the woman wouldn't budge an inch without having a second cup of coffee and a thorough discussion of every possible medical program from here to the coast. Quin stood in the hallway with the armload of clothes she still hadn't unfolded and listened as if she had spent the whole morning doing nothing more than the laundry and unpacking."Productive already," Martha commented, pointing to the clothes. "I've always known that you can't sit still for two minutes. You've been here just one day and already surpassed me by miles. Where is Douglas?""Garage," Quin replied. "He has been in the garage all morning."As if on cue, the side door opened and Douglas appeared in the k

Morning brought the sound of the shower starting in the master bath.Quin lay awake until the water shut off. She had not slept in any real blocks last night. Her body knew how much she had expended. By the time she finally got up and started to dress herself, she did so slowly.Martha looked half alive as well. Her sinus medication must have kicked in over night, but her eyes were puffy and her voice slightly raw. She managed a smile when Quin walked into the kitchen and pushed a coffee mug across the counter."Coffee is fresh. I slept like a baby. The cold really knocked me on my ass.""You needed it," Quin said.Douglas came in with the dog on a leash from the backyard. He looked well-rested himself, having used the late television as an excuse for his alibi. Whatever it was he must have said to Martha, it worked. She didn't comment about his wakefulness. Instead she asked him to clean the dog's bowl and told Quin to sit because the toast might burn.The breakfast was less lively t