Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Mine. All fucking mine.”
I press a kiss to her forehead, feeling halfway fucking guilty for what I’m about to do. But not that guilty. Because I’m about to take her cherry and I’ve never been so smug about anything in my life.
I nudge my dick into her wet hole, pushing past her initial tightness until she begins to welcome me in.
She swallows hard, and I see the uncertainty in her eyes.
“Is it going to hurt, Daddy?”
Fuck she’s so sweet, so tender. “A little, baby. But only a little.”
She nods obediently up at me, her long lashes dusting her sun kissed cheeks.
Her innocence, her uncertainty, it just makes me want her more. From this point forward, there’s no way she can stop me. And once I’m inside her, nothing will stop me from shooting my load inside her. Where it fucking belongs.
My need for her runs deep; I feel it my gut, in my muscles, in the blood in my veins. I need to feel her. I need to fuck her. I need to make her mine.
Still keeping my cock at her opening, I take one of her sweet tits in my mouth. Nipples the color of cinnamon. Skin like milk. Her areola puckers under my lips, changing shape, the same as her clit did when I was sucking her into orgasm earlier.
As I suckle her, her nervousness starts to recede. And she legs her legs fall open wider, sighing with her cheek against mine.
Suckling her tits, I can’t help but imagine what this would be like if she were making milk for my fucking child.
But hold up, hold up. Not would be, I realize. Will like. Because there is no universe in which I don’t knock her up, and keep her that way, because I want to drink milk from these cinnamon tits forever.
God, the fucking thought of that. Her. With my baby. Making my milk. I feel it in my balls, my fucking cock, and my goddamned heart.
She writhes under me, nipples sensitive, tits tight and firm. She paws for my face, sweet little fingertips against my stubble. And I let her tit pop from my mouth and come up for a kiss.
As I kiss her, I adjust the position of my cock at her opening. I nudge aside her flesh with the tip of my cock, parting her lips with my fingers, getting into position to press into her. And to make her a woman for real.
But even as much as I want her, I could stay here forever, kissing her deep, caging her in, pinning her with my dick. The scent of her wetness intensifies, filling the room with sweet salty sticky need.
The longer I stay like this, kissing her, making her wait, the more she writhes, and the harder she digs her fingernails into my shoulder.
And fuck, I like that. Making her beg, not with words, but with writhes and digs and sighs.
“Don’t make me wait anymore,” she hisses, sounding more vulnerable but also bossy. Needy and a little bratty too.
I inhale and pull away from the kiss. Then pull my dick out from her opening. I shake my head down at her.
“Rule one. It’s my cock and I decide. You don’t fucking decide. This is my dick. And you are mine. And it’s that fucking simple. We clear?”
Her eyes flash, shocked with it. But then her pupils dilate—the dopamine rush. “Yes, Daddy. We’re clear.”
I pinch her cheeks a little and kiss her again. “Good girl. Wait. Be patient. Don’t be a brat. And you’ll be rewarded soon.”
I make my way back down her body, resisting the very real, very primal urge to just power-fuck her here and now. I want to make this last. I want to make her hungry. And when I do finally push into that tight little virgin hole, I want it so fucking ready for me that she’s damn near coming on my cock as I take her virgin blood.
I get down between her legs, keeping her thighs parted wide, holding her firmly enough to make handprints in her flesh.
I kiss her pussy again, watching her blush. Watching her squirm. She tastes different now, from the chlorine from the pool, and I don’t like it. I want her taste, just her, with no fucking bullshit in between. So I lick her clean, lick her wet, lick her until she starts dripping for me again.
And with every pant and plead, my balls fucking throb.
I take my time, going slow, teasing, and stretching and twirling her clit with my tongue. I suck it into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth until she yelps. Then I let it go, and on the heels of the pain I tell her something she better not fucking forget.
“After today, you’re mine, Jess. And I’ll kill any other man that ever looks at you.”