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)
She groans out something between a growl and a laugh. “You would, too. I know you would.”
“You’re goddamned fucking right.”
I penetrate her with my middle finger, then my first and middle. Her body reacts, bucks and writhes. I start to eat her out again, but she tries to squirm away.
“Not a fucking chance.”
This little girl. What wouldn’t I do to have her? To keep her? To protect her just to destroy her?
There is no limit to what I’d do to have this. Now and always.
She’s getting so sensitive that she’s fighting me, and I fucking love to feel her fight. Still with my mouth on her pussy, I reach up her body and slip my thumb into her mouth. She bites down hard, sobbing and gasping.
“Oh Mike,” she whimpers, her tongue pushing against my thumb, then sucking it and biting it again. “Oh Mike.”
“Nu, uh. Not Mike, not when we’re like this, who am I?”
“Daddy.”
Aww yeah, fuck yeah. I’ve got her where I want her. Pussy wet, clit swollen, and sucking my thumb like a baby. I go for her pussy deeper, harder, more, and now the fight is gone. Her legs fall open in surrender. And I drink her up, pulling her from no back into yes.
She starts to cum for me again, and my senses sharpen. Her warm flesh, the scent of her lotion, the touch of her little fingertips. The tenderness of that touch, especially, tells me I’m fucked. Now and always.
Now-lust-now-rage fills my body, fills my core, my dick, my balls. I can’t fucking believe Jess is in my bed. I can’t fucking believe she about to be mine.
My fingers tell me she’s damn tight, which I knew already. But now, I really explore her inside, feeling her hymen pushing back against my fingertips, feeling the tightness of her walls. This pussy, it’s not going to let me go slow. This pussy is going to need to be popped. Hard. It’s going to be bloody and messy and painful.
And the thought of that makes me damn near shoot my load against the sheets.
I groan into her tight little cunt. I part her gash with my middle finger, letting go of her clit. I fucking hate the feeling of her body parting from mine, but it’s necessary. For now.
“Time to break you in, baby girl. Time to teach you how to take Daddy’s dick right.”
She grips the sheets with her hands, looking up at the ceiling, eyes sheened with tears. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
I try to move my finger deeper, but she’s just so fucking tight. So fucking young. So fucking strong.
“Breathe, baby. Relax and breath.”
She nods slowly, smiling. “Okay.”
“I’ll never hurt you on purpose. Except this once. And after that, only when you deserve it.”
There’s that laugh, that soft giggle. “Yeah. I know.”
I nestle my chin on the curve of her lower belly, reaching up at taking her hand. “You ready?”
She lifts her head from the pillows. “Yes. I think so anyway.”
That willingness; that sweetness; that desire. I’m the luckiest bastard in the world. And now it’s time to do it for keeps. It’s time to take her as mine.
I reposition myself on top of her. In my mind, I flash to fucking her on every surface of this house—vertical and horizontal—I imagine doggy style and one knee bent and her on her knees spreading her ass wide. But this time, this first time, it’s fucking missionary. Because I need to see her. I need to be closer to her.
I need to make her now she’s utterly safe.
I press into her opening again. My cock fucking throbs with the ache of needing her. I stroke myself firmly but slowly as she watches me, and I let her understand with her eyes what’s about to happen inside her.
Knowing I’m going to hurt her, it hurst me. Maybe. A little. And I feel a little fucking guilty for it too.
But just that. Only a little.
Because all her life, I’ve protected her as a girl. And now it’s going to be my job to protect her into womanhood, too.
She nudges my thigh with her cute little toes. “Talk to me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She’s watching me stroke myself, watching my work the length of the cock that is about to split her in two. Her eyes are locked on it, and the blush in her cheeks makes my core fucking smolder.
“I’m thinking about taking you. About hurting you. About how I should feel fucking back about it, but I don’t.”
Her toes curl even tighter, and she moans out a whimper that is fear mixed with need. That sound, more than anything else she’s done so far, it’s like a fucking starting pistol in my head. Because it tells me she wants it. Needs it. And that’s what matters to me most.