Here’s one more ‪#‎TeaserTuesday‬ snippet to get you through this last week of waiting for S.C. Stephens‘s UNTAMED!

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I closed my eyes so the haphazard pile of clothes scattered around the room wouldn’t distract me. With my eyesight out of the picture, my other senses sharpened. I could feel the cooler air on my cock, feel Anna’s fingernails lightly scratching my abdomen, and hear the mixture of my light groans and Anna’s seductive purrs. “Ready, baby?” she whispered.
“Yes,” I groaned, reaching down to grab her hair. Now…
A jolt went through me when her tongue touched my cock, then a groan escaped me. “Fuck, that feels so good…” She lightly ran up the shaft, then flicked the piercing at the top. I groaned again. I wanted this so bad, all of my senses were amplified. The tiniest touch felt like a lightning strike of sensation. “More…please…”
And that was when my heightened senses heard something terrible. Awful. Ill-timed.
In the next room, a baby monitor was resting on Anna’s nightstand. It had been on this entire time, but I hadn’t been paying attention to it. Anna either. But now, it was sort of impossible to ignore. A high-pitched, metallic-sounding squeal was blaring from it. “Mommmmmmmmmmmmma! Want out!”
The sound of Gibson’s voice put Anna instantly on parental-alert. I looked at her right as she looked at me, and I knew the raging cock between us had been all but forgotten. “Gibby’s up from her nap. I gotta get her.”
Sitting up, I grabbed her hand as she straightened. Bringing her fingers to my protesting member, I pleaded, “Five minutes won’t hurt her.”
Anna giggled but pulled away. “Sorry, babe. I don’t like leaving her up there. And besides, she’ll scream the entire time, and you know that will throw you off.”
I pursed my lips, wanting to argue with her but knowing I couldn’t. There were times when just hearing Gibson cooing through the monitor made it impossible for me to come. I had to shut the damn thing off, and Anna hated it when I did that. And she was right anyway. Gibson had a set of lungs on her, and if we didn’t come set her free from her bedroom prison, she’d just get louder and louder; turning off the monitor wouldn’t make a lick of difference.
I fell back on the ottoman, and my forgotten love stick started drooping. Such a waste of a perfectly good erection. “Fine.” I’d just been cock-blocked by my own daughter. What. The. Hell.
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