Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
“How is that my fault?” she whispers, watching me unzip my jeans, quick breaths expanding her ribcage.
“It’s not, baby.” I take my cock, groaning over the freedom, the space it has now to grow. “You’re just the one who pays for my jealousy. It’s not fair, is it?”
She shakes her head, moving her long blonde hair around her shoulders.
I push her legs apart and pin her, dropping my heavy dick down on top of her mound and rolling my hips. At the same time, I shove my mouth up against her ear and say, “No, it’s not fair, but those are the breaks when you’ve got a sweet little hole between your legs that fits a man’s cock, London. It’s where seed goes. And the seed builds and builds every fucking second of the day in a man.” I ram my dick up against the juncture of her thighs, capturing her gasp with my left palm. “When I see another man looking at what’s mine, all I can think about is getting my seed inside you first. Your tight, wet pussy does that. It drives me goddamn crazy, so I can only imagine what it’s doing to every other man in the vicinity. When that happens, you get fucked, hard and raunchy. End of story. Fair is the last thing on my mind.”
Maybe I should be holding back the harsh truth of my possessiveness, but I can’t. With her cornflower eyes blinking at me over the top of my hand, everything comes tumbling out. She’s got me too horny and jealous to temper my words. Or my actions. That must be why I take my left hand off her mouth and take rough hold of my cock, guiding it between her thighs. Rubbing a path up and down within her folds to gather dampness, before working it into the impossibly narrow entrance to her body.
“Come on, baby,” I grit, managing to get the head inside. “Let Daddy in.”
“I’m trying,” she hiccups.
God, she’s so beautiful, naked beneath me on the seat. With her cunt lips parted around my shaft, I almost shove the rest of the way in. But I love this girl. I love her in a way that goes beyond reason and sanity—and she’s a virgin. Whether she did it consciously or not, she saved herself for me. I won’t squander this gift.
Bringing our mouths together, I soothe her with a long, unhurried kiss. I tongue her deep in that pretty mouth until she starts to mewl, her hips getting restless. Moisture rushes to the place where I’ve only managed to get an inch deep, the slickness allowing me to push in more. And more. Until I’m about halfway. I keep working my mouth over the top of hers, swallowing her little anxious sounds. Waiting for a sign that she’s ready for the rest of my cock. And I get it when she digs her nails into my ass and makes a sound of frustration.
“More, Daddy.”
I go fucking blind for a minute, the pleasure of those words is so intense. Then, desperate as a beast in heat, I grip the door handle, prop my right foot against the opposite side of the vehicle and shove—hard—ripping through the barrier of her innocence.
London’s whine fills the car, clashing with my growl.
“Are you okay?” I ask raggedly.
“Yes,” she gasps, her knees raising, hugging my sides.
I’m already stroking. Ferociously. I can’t stop.
She’s tight as hell and drenched. Perfect.
The Range Rover rocks around us, the windows fogging from our hot breaths and the aggressiveness with which I’m mating my stepdaughter. There is both pleasure and pain in the act. Pleasure from looking at her, having our sweaty skin slide together, our mouths locked and fucking in their own way, my cock being squeezed rhythmically, being taken to heaven. There is also pain in keeping the semen from spewing out immediately, in honor of her perfection. In honor of my obsession. There is pain in my cramped belly, my weighted balls slapping off her supple backside, over and over, reminding me how badly I need to lighten them.
The sexual frustration, the effort it takes to keep from ejaculating, sends my teeth into her shoulder, burying there with a roar. Her cries are gratified, her fingers tunneling into my hair and holding me there, even encouraging me with whimpers to bite down harder.
I have to stop.
I cease my hurried pumps, all too aware that five more and I’m done.
“Lasting until you come is going to be the death of me,” I rasp, my lips moving over her mouth. “But I’ll wait every single time.” I nip at her chin. “No relief until you’re shaking.”
“I don’t know how,” she says in a rush. “Th-there’s a ticklish feeling but it’s different than the one…than when you did it with your mouth.” Pink climbs her neck and I fall in love with London a hundred fold. No, a thousand. “It’s b-bigger.”