Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“My Daddy.”
Gratification sweeps me and I let go of her throat, rewarding her with my thumb in her mouth. She sucks it eagerly, our body making sloppy sounds now. Wet slaps as I fuck away, jostling her legs around me. The cot creaks beneath us, the metal legs hopping on the floor when I thrust extra hard—the way she likes it. Yeah, I can see that now. The way her eyes go blind, thighs trembling on those extra-rough pumps. I’m caught between reeling over the miracle of Cindy and letting the teeth of my lust rip me apart. And soon I don’t have a choice. The come boiling in my balls has to come out. I need to fill her up with it. Now.
“Butch,” she whines around my thumb, sucking it once, twice, looking suddenly restless. Flushed. “I’m g-going to…”
“Yes,” I say through stiff lips. I’m stiff everywhere. God oh God. It hurts. Need to let it out. Not before she finds her peak, though. Not happening. I slide my thumb out of her mouth, lodging my digits down between our bodies and I tickle her clit with my middle finger, moaning when she moans, experiencing that delicate little quickening against my fingertips. “Give me your come, little Cindy.” Remembering what she confided in me earlier, I’m imbued with purpose. “Give me your come or I’ll put you over my knee and spank it out of you.”
She twists underneath me, gasping, warmth coursing down the trunk of my tunneling cock. Her pleasure pulses all around me and I’m powerless to do anything but stroke into it hard, hammering into the fuckmeat of her pussy, sending the moisture all over, in several directions while she screams and struggles to breathe.
“Time to breed now,” I pant against her ear, instinct taking control of my body, my actions, my words. I’m an animal operating on pure adrenaline and it wants ownership. Wants to own her, claim her forever. Forever. “You’re going to have a big, round belly and I’m going to worship it. Worship you, my perfect girl. My fucking queen. Open up and let me get the deepest I’ve been. Come on. You want this. You want to have my child. Let Daddy breed you, Cindy. It’s coming now. Lie still and welcome it home. Here comes my seed.”
The last part ends on a roar.
Scalding hot moisture rips up the stalk of my cock and drains into her, a monster deluge, before the rest releases in violent spurts. I twist and buck on top of her, hips chugging and grinding, wringing the incredible pleasure out of every second. Every second with her. She holds me as I suffer through the unimaginable strain and rushes of bliss, my ball sac spasming, cock jerking inside of her snugness. By the time I make it through peril to paradise, my poor girl is flattened between me and the cot, gasping for breath, body covered in chafe marks and my sweat.
“Cindy,” is all I can manage, I’m so drained of strength. Of worry or tension or the fear that I’ve been living with for so long. There’s only her. I can do anything, go anywhere with her. That’s a fact. I’m not going to live in the past anymore. My future is right here beneath me and I will leave the turmoil of war behind to go claim it.
Claim her.
Turning us onto our sides, I sigh contentedly when she curls up against me, her feet between my legs, face buried in my chest hair. Drowsiness creeps in and surrounds me so thoroughly, I know I’m not just tired from fucking. I’m tired from five years of reliving a nightmare. No more. No longer. I’m going to leave the darkness and live the rest of my life in her light.
Cindy.
As soon as we wake up and I can form words, I’m going to tell her I love her. That I want to leave the rig and go with her to New Orleans. I will find a job. We will live together and she will have her landscaping tools and flowers. She will be content and want for nothing ever again, so help me God.
But when I wake up, she is not here.
She’s gone from my bed.
That’s when I hear the helicopter blades overhead—and I know.
Somehow I know she’s leaving me.
And I slip into a state of total madness.
Chapter Seven
Cindy
Two hours earlier
From across the small room behind the engines, I watch Butch sleep.
I wrap my arms around my middle and hold tight, worried I’ll fly apart into hundreds of little pieces, there are so many emotions teeming inside of me. Love, denial, sadness. When I woke up a little while ago wrapped in the warmest, safest place on the planet for me, I knew something with absolute certainty.
I cannot ask this man to leave the rig.