Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
“Without your phone? Without letting me know?” I do like control when it comes to my little sprite, but there’s always a reason and a purpose behind it all. I taught Kezia to drive just after we got married and, well, she gets lost easily even with GPS and has had three minor accidents in five years, so I want to keep close tabs on her when she’s out.
Besides, I can’t stand not knowing where she is and if she’s safe, even when she’s not driving. Just how I am, and that’s not going to change. Not when it comes to my wife and our family.
I bought her a beast of a car, a tricked-out Suburban, and she’s on her third because I want her to always have the latest and greatest when it comes to safety.
She curls up her lips on a little pout. “Sorry?”
“Uh-huh.” I nod, looking down at the boys. She knows if I was really worried, I could pull up my tracking on my phone. The first anklet I gave her gave out a few years ago, but she got another one to replace it a day later. “You guys are sticky. Go wash up. You can have free time in the playroom for an hour, then I’ll have dinner ready. Go, scoot.”
They whistle and head up the stairs to the enormous playroom, and I go over and take Melanie from Kezia and set her down in the portable crib in the living room.
I’m as obsessed as ever with my wife, and sometimes I may go overboard, but whatever it takes to keep her safe and keep me from losing my mind is what I do.
Kezia has given me a life I never imagined. Her softness, her wildness and free spirit balance out my own calm, controlling nature, and I’ve grown as a man, a husband and a father. In turn, she’s grown to trust, to understand what it means to have roots and real family.
To feel secure.
“I got the flyers and the sign-up sheets done for the recital next week.” She’s trying to change the subject.
“That’s good, baby.” I walk over and take her hand, leading her down the hall to our bedroom. “But, you know the rules. You leave the house, you let me know and you take your cell. You didn’t do either.”
“I’m sorry, it was last minute…”
“That’s no excuse, is it?”
She shakes her head, “No, Daddy.”
“Okay, so, corner time.” I close the door behind us and point and she knows what to do.
I stand and watch in awe. She still takes my breath away, the same as she did that first day.
My cock is already a length of thickening, demanding flesh when she drops her lime-green polka dot dress to the floor, naked underneath, as she puts her hands on the walls in the corner, arching her back, ass out and head falling between her arms.
“Good girl,” I seethe, already kicking off my work boots and stripping my clothes. “You know you’re getting a rough fuck, little girl. A punishment and a reward all at once.”
She nods, her honey-colored hair hanging around her face as I line up my dick with her wet entrance and slam forward without ceremony.
I reach up and cover her mouth with my hand as she screams, the sound of her immediate orgasm ripping through me, and I take no mercy on her tight pussy.
“Naughty girl, not asking…”
Her walls already pulse and clamp down, making it harder to drive in and out, but it only makes me want to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.
“You want my cum?” I bark, dropping my hand from her mouth and going at her harder, knowing in her way she loves the punishment fucks, the brutality, the games we share.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good, because you’re getting it. If you weren’t pregnant already, I’d be rooting inside you today.”
She’s quivering, her once rail-thin form has gained some curves over the years and I love it all. She’s about three months along with our fourth, and she’s barely showing, but I can’t wait until she gets that round belly. It drives me fucking nuts.
I love our life. I love everything about us and can’t wait to see what the future brings.
“Please, Daddy, I want to come.”
Another rule, ask before you come. She doesn’t always get that one right either, but part of the fun is her breaking the rules.
“Give it to me, baby. Show me how you like a good Daddy fuck…” I feel her start to go off, her walls contracting as my balls seize up, delivering the first hot shot of seed into her cervix. I roar, filling her to overflowing, but continue pumping into her, imagining I’m driving every seed up into her womb.
We convulse and curse and call out. Panting and sweaty, as a knock on the door breaks us from the moment.