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)
“Please don’t let me go, Daddy,” she begs. “I belong here. I need to be here. With you.”
Fucking right. She’s pleading with me through her confidence, and that’ just makes me fucking wild. Her wetness thickens, making it easier for me to fuck her deeper, making her not so achingly tight. With every pounding thrust, she gives me a new whimper, a new moan, and it just fucking kills me from the inside out.
I force myself up, while still staying deep inside her, and then reposition her left leg, so that I’m fucking her on her side, while she’s curled up into a tight little ball. As my position inside her shifts, so too does the sound of her growl. “Oh my god, that’s…”
A flutter seizes my shaft, damn near milking the cum out of my dick. I bury my face in the soft curve where her neck meets her shoulder, and then I fuck her like an animal. Desperate. Greedy. Brutal. But keeping her safe and in a little ball all the time.
Her walls grip me powerfully, tightly, and all I can think about is filling her to fucking bursting with my seed.
My hard muscular thighs slap against the softness of her thighs and ass, making her curves jiggle in the most mouthwatering fucking way. The harder I fuck her, the harder I need to fuck her, and with every powerful thrust I feel my balls grow heavier, until they’re damn near busting out of their sack. I need to cum inside her. And I need to do it now.
Everything in my life, every decision and every choice, has led me here. To this. To her. To the only thing that has ever mattered or will ever matter in the entire fucking world.
The tenderness that I feel for her, it only feeds my rage. “Give me another orgasm, you filthy little slut,” I growl into her ear. “And give it to Daddy now.”
“Oh my god,” she roars, “How dare you call me a…”
One more powerful thrust and I feel her pussy start to throb. I reach between her legs, getting my fingers on her clit, rubbing hard to deepening that orgasm, intensify her pleasure, until she can’t take it anymore.
“You’ll never have anybody else, baby girl,” I say as I pound into her, starting to feel my cum shoot up from my dick, filling her wet little bloody hole with my life-giving cum.
“Never, Daddy,” she screams. “Never. Only you. Only you.”
“Goddamn it, I fucking love you,” I growl, as I feel another wave of cum shoot out from me and deep into here, exactly where it belongs.
She gasps, reacts, and I know I’m an asshole. Telling her I love her now. In the middle of this. But I can’t stop. Won’t stop. Never less; always more.
Now she’s coming and she’s coming hard. And as she does, I feel her start to squirt into my hand and come on my dick and milk my seed right out of my balls.
And now we’re coming together, fucking animals together, fucking primal in our union. The simplest fucking thing in thing in the world.
Hers. Mine. Ours. Together.
“I love you, too,” she growls, and clenches my dick so hard, so tight, that I have no fucking choice but to release all of myself into her. Every last drop. Until my balls are empty. And my dick is spent. She’s nothing but a panting wet met mess of sweat and cum and virgin blood.
And as I wrap her up in my arms, her salty sweat on the tendrils of her curls, I know that from this point forward, my life is her.
No matter what.
No matter how.
Once I put her back together, bathing her gently in the shower, making sure she’s fed and comfortable and happy, I take her out in my Mercedes, with the sunroof open and the wind in her hair.
I steal a glance at her as I get on the highway. She’s wearing a teal sundress with tiny heart-shaped polka dots. Pale yellow bra underneath. Her hair is loose and damp from the shower, and as soon as she feels me looking at her, she looks at me with a sweet smile. And a wink.
Fuck. I’m so in love with her it makes my goddamned eyes blurry.
I’ve told her the destination is a surprise and it’s killing her. So far, she’s guessed Target, the Body Shop, the fro-yo place, and super fancy stringed instrument shop where they still repair instruments like it’s the year 1780. Note to self: we’re going to all those places, no question about it. But not right now. Because there’s something way more important than any of that.
Because now she belongs to me. And I need her to know it.
She purses her lips over to one side, and the puts her hand on her hip thinking, even though she’s sitting down.