Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Chapter 7
Brock
Wiping my hands down my face, I am practically drooling as she turns around for me, her backside plump and begging me to make it red. I walk up to her, hands on her hips, needing a second to breath before I obliterate her pussy, and finally put my stamp inside of her. Looking down at her pussy, I note the glistening, puffy redness of her little kitty, proof that I was there. First and only. As evidenced by the red smears of her blood on her thighs. Thighs I want to bite and mark as well. Positioning my cock at her entrance once again, I look up at her face that is turned toward me as she looks over her shoulder and answer the question, I can see marring her eyes.
“That was for you. This one, is for me.” Is the last thing I say before slamming back inside of her. The sob that flies from her mouth, somehow makes me feel more triumphant.
“FUCK!” I growl, the tightness so much more from this angle. I pull her off and on my cock. Grabbing her tits from behind, I pull her up, her back to my chest and tweak her nipples as I continue to bounce her up and down my shaft.
“So... hard...so ...hard.” She pants, wrapping her arms around my neck. I picture her tits leaking milk as she bares my seed. Licking them as they drip. Ah shit. This thought sends me into a frenzy. Faster and faster I move in and out, pushing the front of her back down, watching as her juice slide on and off my cock as it moves in and out of her pussy. Her face squints with each movement, alerting me to the fact that she is probably sore. This should alarm me, but it doesn’t.
“You sore baby?” I ask, grabbing her hair.
“Yes,” she whispers, trying to catch her breath.
“I know, sweet Delta. Tell me you can handle it. Tell me your sweet, tight little pussy can handle this beating its taking,” I command in her ear.
“Yes. Yes, Brock. Oh God. YES! I can handle it. Oh hell. I’m coming. I’m coming!!” she screams. Her pussy squeezes my cock and I am no longer in control of my eruption.
“Shit. shit. Shit!!! Fucking golden pussy. My god damn pussy. MINE!!” I growl as I pump my release into her, refusing to stop until it is all out.
“Yours. It’s yours. I’m...yours.” Is the last thing she says before we both collapse once again. We lay there, her on my chest me rubbing her hair. I find myself inhaling over and over, taking her essence into my own.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
“A bit sore.” She moves a little and hisses. “Scratch that. Make it a lot sore.” She giggles and ducks her head. Kissing her, I move to get up.
“I am going to run us a bath, with some special salts.” Walking into the bathroom I run the bath, pour some salt inside of it and add a few soothing bubbles. Walking back into the room, I stop, my heart beating and every feeling of love and happiness I thought I had locked away forever, comes flooding to the surface. Here, laying in my bed, is the most beautiful dark-haired angel the heavens have ever created. Her arms tucked under her chin as her legs are splayed open, her pussy winking at me, taunting me, because she knows I won’t touch her again. Well...at least not for the next few minutes. I think adjusting my cock and telling him to behave. I lift her into my arms and kiss her awake. “Wake up, baby. Bath time.” Still holding her, I step into the tub and sit her on my lap.
“Mmm. This feels good,” she says stretching like a feline. Pulling her head back, I wet it and apply the shampoo to my hands and massage it into her head. Once again, she moans, and my cock takes notice. Grinding my jaw, I try to remind myself that she got broken apart and I need to give her time. But, fuck! Taking the glass on the side of the tub, I pour the water over her head, rinsing the shampoo. Seeing her body, slick with water and soap, I no longer have control.
“Turn around,” I say bit more harshly then I intended, but fuck if I care right now. She turns facing me, her eyes glassy and hazy. Her skin red from the hot water, but no less delicious. My head immediately goes for her nipple, my teeth latching onto it like I am practicing for our kid. Her hands dig into my shoulders as she bites her lip and begins to rock back and forth. My hands move down her waist, slowly making its way to her pussy, needing to feel a part of her on every inch of me.