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)
“Reuben?” I start, but trail off, not even sure what to ask or say. There’s no playbook for what’s going on here. And who knows if this was just a momentary lapse of judgment on his part, and he’s lying here, wondering how to unravel this mess we’ve gotten ourselves into.
“Baby,” he answers, unwrapping his arms and shifting back so I’m looking up into the hard angles of his face. I note the deeper lines around his eyes, the ruddiness of his skin, the way his eyebrows raise as he looks down at me, his cock still lodged in my pussy. “You know everything is different now.”
I nod. “I know. It’s okay. We made a mistake. I shouldn’t have asked you to look at me like I did.”
“What?” His face hardens, his cock growing inside me. “No fucking mistakes were made, little girl. What happened was fucking perfect. I’ve needed this for too long. Every fucking day, I’d leave for work and try to talk sense into myself about how I was feeling, but every fucking day when I came home, it would overtake me again. I fucking need you. Yeah, I love you, but it’s so much more. I can’t be without you. I won’t. I’m sorry, but your fate is sealed. You bled on Daddy’s dick. Your innocent little pussy took my cum. This is us now. Forever.”
“I’m just—what about Mom? What will people say?”
His hips buck forward, and I swear his cock is pushing into my belly. I tense and gasp as his hands span my waist, turning us over so I’m on my back, his huge frame covering me.
I gush around him as his cock twitches.
“Who else in this fucking world matters? Your mom? Okay, she’s your mom. She needs a fucking lesson on what being a mother means, but I don’t give a ripe shit about what she will think, and who else do I care about? Huh? Tell me. Do I have friends? Do I have anyone else that I talk about in any way besides a working relationship?”
I hold my breath, thinking, then shake my head. “No one. Dad was your only friend. You don’t talk about anyone else, except sometimes Burt. But he’s gone.”
“That’s fucking right, and you know why?” He starts moving in and out of me, and that tension balls down low again as my legs fall open, offering him everything.
“No, why?” I manage as I start to pant, clenching around him as my nipples gather tight, and he braces his form over me, slapping hard and long and deep, in and out, in and out, until I see stars.
“Because you’ve been my life. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want to spend a minute of my time investing in any other relationships, not even friendships, because I only have so much to give when it comes to shit like that, and I want to give it all to you. All of me. You are my fucking family, Winona. Always have been and always will be.” He punctuates that with a hard thrust that drives all the air from my lungs, sending lightning bolts of pain and poisonous pleasure outward from my core.
Something cracks open inside me. Emotion overflows, his lips smashing against mine as he murmurs, “Kiss Daddy. Lick my tongue like I taught you, while my cock seals us together.”
I pour everything I have into our kiss as he pummels me down low. My body aches and spasms as I brace my arms above my head, palms pressing into the headboard as he drives my head against it with every thrust.
Bang, bang, bang, it echoes in the enormous room as his tongue lashes with mine. Those lips that have talked me down from school embarrassment, read me stories, and given me sweet, innocent kisses at night when he tucked me in are not these same lips.
His breath is hot from his nose as our faces shift and the kiss becomes desperate. His rough scruff rasps and burns my skin as he presses his lips brutally against mine, his erection tearing at me, wet sounds mixing with the rush of blood through my ears when he bites into my bottom lip.
I yelp as he pulls it outward, pinched between his teeth, the pain mixing with the cacophony of other physical and emotional sensations that turn my body boneless and my brain to goo.
He lifts back up, releasing my lip, bracing his hard, thick body higher on those arms that have carried me so many times when I needed them, cocking his chin downward to look between our bodies.
“Spread wider for Daddy. I want to see your filthy little hole taking me in and out.”
I comply without question. What he wants, I need to give him. I lift my hips and press my knees as wide as my body will allow.