Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
“Take a deep breath, Mila,” I murmur into her neck, ordering my hips to remain still while I continue to fondle her clit. “Think about what we’re doing. Think of the picture we make. If someone was standing at the foot of the bed, they’d see my big, ugly cock inside your sweet, juicy little pussy. They’d see your cunt straining to take all those thick inches and the tears in your eyes. A beast fucking his beauty. Even drawing a little blood.”
Mila moans, her hands coming to settle on my shoulders. Discomfort is already ebbing from her expression, her knees grazing my ribcage. “I’m not a virgin anymore, am I, Daddy?”
“No, Mila.” I lick up the side of her neck. “Daddy owns your innocence now.” She wiggles her hips just slightly and pressure spreads in my belly like freshly poured cement. “Stay still, little girl. Unless you’re ready for me to start thrusting. Once I begin, I won’t stop until I’ve emptied every last drop inside you.”
“I like the way you talk to me,” she breathes, rolling her lower body. “It’s so wicked. It makes me feel like a woman.”
Our mouths find one another and mate, wild and hungry. After countless strokes of my tongue in her mouth, Mila’s thighs open wide and there’s no stopping me after that. I throw my left hand up to grip the headboard and I pound my cock into that snug hole, struggling each time to get it all inside of her. Her tits shake and bounce underneath me, her mouth open and gasping my name. The bed groans beneath us and I lack all tenderness at this point, because her perfection has turned me into a fuck-hungry animal. I growl an apology as I fold her body in half, pressing her knees up to her ears and rifling my dick in and out of her slurping pussy.
“Such a Daddy’s girl,” I grit out, grinding the case of my cock on top of her clit and watching her eyes go blind. “We’re going to be even closer now, Mila. We’re going to be secret special friends. Don’t you want that?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she screams, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I want to be your favorite.”
My laughter is dark. “Oh, little girl. It’s no contest.”
Mila releases a frustrated whimper and twists around in my hold. “I-I’m getting that ticklish feeling again.”
“You want Daddy to tickle you like this,” I growl, driving my cock into her relentlessly, my balls smacking off her tight backside. “You love it.”
“I do.” She sucks in a breath, then lets it out on a scream. “Oh, it’s happening.”
“Good girl, Mila. Drench my cock. Show me your appreciation. Then I’ll give you mine.”
She goes off like a little firecracker, her pussy choking my dick with adorable, little spasms. Her eyes are clenched shut and she’s working her hips. Working, working, rubbing her clit on the trunk of my erection and I know—I know she’s going to be fucking insatiable. I can’t wait to satisfy her as many times per day as she requires. If it’s half as often as I plan to take her, we’ll never leave the bedroom. And that’s fine with me.
“Oh Daddy, it feels so good,” she wails, her body shaking head to toe. “I love you.”
That’s what flips my switch. Hearing Daddy and I love you in the same sentence. There’s no holding back the tidal wave within me any longer. I couldn’t if I wanted to. One more pump into her tightness and I let go, moaning loudly into her neck as shudders wrack me, come spewing from my cock into her body. My hips continue to hump her mindlessly, as if they’re unwilling to end the heavenly experience of fucking my Mila. My heart is an applauding crowd of thousands, standing on their feet and delivering a thunderous ovation.
I’ve done it.
I’ve made her my wife.
I’ve satisfied her.
I’ve claimed her, made her mine.
“Mine, mine, MINE!” Those roared words come from deep inside me, my balls draining the last of their spend into her stretching cunt. I start to collapse, but catch myself on an elbow, capturing her gasping mouth with a kiss. “My wife. Mine. Forever and ever.” My upper lip curls. “Amen.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Mila
I sit on the double bathroom vanity wrapped in a towel, watching Joseph draw us a bath. The room is beautiful, white and gray marble, clean. New. Unlike the bathroom I’ve been bathing in since childhood. Sighing as the steam curls around me, Joseph stands—nude and glorious—and I feel like a princess. One that’s been rescued by a knight in shining armor and brought back to the castle.
My husband is not the traditional storybook knight, though, is he?
A shiver courses through me when Joseph faces me in the thickening steam. Dark hair curls around one eye and he smiles like a wolf, making my womanhood clench. Shame ripples through me, but I ignore it and smile back. There’s no room for anything but love between us. The lessons my mother inflicted on me might take some time to evaporate, but I don’t think it’ll take long. Not after Joseph gave me my most secret fantasy, as if he knew it line by line.