Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
There’s nothing old about my dick. It’s thick and hard as granite, barely confined in my boxers. I’ll never not want to fuck this woman. She’s my everything, and consuming her every chance I get gives me life.
I’m eager to toss her onto her back and wrench her thighs apart so I can feast on her pretty pussy, but I can tell she’s up to something different tonight. She wants to lead, so I will follow.
I’d follow her into the abyss and through the gates of hell if it meant being with her forever.
She shimmies out of her panties and then bites her bottom lip. I marvel at her absolute beauty. It’s more than just her appearance. It’s her. Devon radiates with strength and love that I’m ravenous for. Always starved for every piece she’ll gift to me.
Because she’s a tease, she straddles my waist rather than divesting me of my underwear and sits her ass right on my aching cock. Her small hands slide over my firm pectoral muscles, blue eyes locking on mine. Then with incredible slowness, she starts to grind her ass and pussy over my dick.
A feral groan rasps out of me.
I hope to fuck I don’t wake the baby.
Soon, I forget about anything other than the way she feels as she rubs me with years of perfected practice. I could come just like this, dry-humping my daughter-turned-wife, and it would be fantastic.
My girl, though, likes to be filled.
She likes it when I lose control and claim her like we’re two animals mating.
Rough. Urgent. Possessive.
Her fingernails gently rake down over my abs. Sure, I’m an old-ass man, but living in the wild forces you to remain fit. Hard, daily physical labor makes sure of it. I know that had we stayed at our old home, I’d probably have a belly like most normal men my age. I sure as hell wouldn’t have the stamina to keep up with the sexual needs of a woman twenty-plus years my junior.
Pre-cum dampens the cloth of my boxers. She toys with me by adding her own wetness to it, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing in continuous circles. The wicked grin she shoots me tells me she’s enjoying prolonging this.
She wants to see how long I’ll suffer before I snap.
My ego begs me to hold out for as long as I can. To remind her I’m a man who can handle a little girl like herself.
But my animalistic need to overpower her and take what I need always wins out.
Her gasp is audible but silent enough to not wake the baby when I toss her off me. My palm itches to punish her for teasing me. All too easily, I flip her onto her stomach, gaining access to her fleshy ass. Smacking her might wake Dawson, so I settle for teasing her right back. I plant myself between her legs, pull her ass cheeks apart, and eat her sweet pussy from behind.
She hates when I do this because my nose rubs against her asshole, which she thinks is gross.
I don’t give a damn. Her asshole is perfect and definitely not gross. Everything about her is perfect.
“Such a bad girl,” I murmur against her sensitive flesh. “I should fuck you here to teach you a lesson.” I suck on my finger and then press into her tight asshole. “Is that what you want, Pip?”
Her moans are muffled by the pillow, and she wriggles at my touch. My finger slides in and out of her hole as I lick at the arousal leaking from her cunt. It amazes me that a woman can have so many children and her vagina still be as perfect as it was when I took it the first time.
Memories of taking her virginity have me growling against her pussy. God, I was so terrified and overwhelmed back then. I’d fucked her anyway, but the morality of the situation royally screwed with me.
Now, I don’t give a damn.
Daughter, wife, life partner, best friend.
Devon fits into so many boxes that all the lines that blurred once before have become one beautiful, glaringly obvious one.
She’s mine.
In all the ways.
When I slip my finger out of her ass, eager to put my dick in there instead, she pushes up on her knees and wriggles her butt at me.
“Fuck me, Reed.”
“Oh, I’m going to fuck this tight ass,” I agree, grinning down at her. Unable to keep from doing it, I smack her ass cheek hard enough she yelps. “Daddy’s going to make you cry.”
She moans, clearly just as turned on by our relationship dynamics as I am. “Not there. My pussy.”
I shove my boxers down my thighs and take hold of my throbbing dick. She whimpers when I smack her pussy with it a couple of times. “Anything for you, Pip. Grab a condom.”