Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Listen to you. My own little slut.”
“Please, Dad. I don’t want to.” Pleasure radiated throughout my pelvis. I could feel my muscles clenching with every stroke.
“You don’t want to come?” He batted my hands away from my pussy, capturing both my wrists in his big fist. There was something shockingly sensual about the way he was looking at me, as if he’d finally accepted the parts of himself that craved this delicious cruelty. “You’re all mine now, Willow. I gave you a chance to get away, but you didn’t take it. Now you’re going to come for me.”
“No, Daddy. I can’t… Please don’t make me.”
I covered my face in mock shame as he rubbed my clit faster and harder, demanding that I finish right then and there. My climax slammed into me. I moaned loudly, trembling as my clit pulsed beneath my father’s fingertips.
“That was beautiful.” He slid his fingers through my folds and then brought them to my lips. I shook my head, refusing to open my mouth. “Is that how you want to play this?”
He pinched my nose firmly, forcing me to take a breath. I panted as he pressed his fingers to my tongue before I could even begin to protest.
“That’s right, lick them clean,” he rasped. “You can say you don’t want it, but we both know you love the taste.”
It was true, and I especially loved the taste of my own pleasure when he was the one serving it. I swirled my tongue around his fingers, feeling so dirty and so free at the same time.
My dad’s gaze darkened as he watched my face. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said.
I didn’t move.
Sighing, he pulled his shirt off and then reached for his belt. I stared, my gaze riveted, as he pulled his pants and boxers off and stood at the foot of my bed with a massive erection. The way it pointed straight at me, like a promise, made my heart pound.
“Oh god,” I whispered. “Oh god, oh god… I can’t… I won’t”
“Won’t you?” He climbed onto the bed as I scrambled toward the headboard.
I shrieked as he grasped my ankle.
“Daddy, please don’t fuck me,” I begged. The intensity of the moment and the fact that we were doing this for real, in the daylight, on my bed, made it easy to muster tears.
“Don’t you see what you’ve done to me, Willow?” He dragged me toward him and then turned me onto my stomach. “Can’t you feel how much I need you?”
I felt his cock at my entrance as he pulled me onto my knees.
“Please,” I whined. “Don’t…” I moaned as he pushed his full length into me in one thrust. I was used to him taking me hard, but the first few seconds always hurt just a little bit as my muscles stretched to adjust. It was my favorite part, that dull, throbbing ache, when I didn’t have to fake being caught off guard.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He ran his hand down my spine before bringing it down hard against my ass.
My moan sharpened into a yelp.
“Daddy, that hurts.”
“I know it does, baby. Did you know that this unbelievably tight pussy clenches even tighter when I spank you?” He slapped my ass again in the same place and groaned. “Oh my god, it’s fucking incredible.”
He rocked his hips, fucking me in long, firm strokes, as he continued to spank me whenever he felt like he needed a little extra tension. I couldn’t stop myself from arching my back and grinding onto my dad’s cock.
“I wonder,” he said. “If spanking makes you clench tighter, what would a finger do?”
I froze in genuine surprise.
“What do you mean—” My words cut off with a strangled moan as he answered my question by sliding a spit-slickened finger into my ass.
It felt so strange and wrong to have anything in there, and I instinctively began to crawl forward. But my dad wouldn’t let me get away. He used his free hand to grip my hip, holding me in place as he drove himself into me harder and faster, moving his finger in and out of my ass to match the pace.
“Dad…” I whimpered, hardly able to catch my breath with the punishing rhythm that he’d set. “I don’t know how I feel about that.”
“You don’t have to know anything, baby. Daddy knows exactly what you need.”
He sounded so sure. I breathed deeply, allowing my rear muscles to relax, and let him take full control of me. I knew in my heart that I could trust him with my body. He knew every inch of it as well as I did by now.
After all, he’d helped make it.
Laying myself at my father’s mercy sent a jolt of electricity through my veins. My whole body buzzed like a live wire, and I could feel energy gathering in the pit of my stomach. I was going to come hard and soon, with his finger in my ass.