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)
No, those will never be enough ever again.
She’s spinning faster, faster, like a dervish…the water now up around her calves as she holds her skirt pinched in her fingers, pulling it upward, just above the water, her head back, eyes unfocused, and I see a little girl. Lost. Alone.
I felt her father’s coldness toward her. There’s no love there and I intend to show her what a father should be like. Caring. Nurturing. Guiding. I want to give her all of that and so much more.
Just when I think her beauty almost too much for me to bear, her dance comes to a crescendo, she freezes, then falls backward, like a sacrifice into the water.
A splash around her body and she’s gone.
And I can’t breathe.
Time stands still. My cock is as hard as it’s ever been as she rises up, like the birth of Venus, her gauzy clothing clinging to her thin body, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from jizzing in my pants.
My cum feels like it’s boiling in my balls, surging and pressurized, ready to fill her until she’s bred with me, then keep filling her until every bedroom in my ridiculously large house is stuffed with our spawn. I never knew, when I renovated the enormous barn into a house, why I put in so many fucking bedrooms, but now I do.
She’s walking toward me as I lean forward, my eyes pinned to her taut nipples and the fabric that clings to her slight hips. She’s childlike in her way, but a well-honed vixen in another.
Jesus, I don’t know how old she is. I’m in deep, too deep…
She giggles and her steps turn into skips as she comes closer, and I marvel at the perfection of her. What man wouldn’t lust after such beauty and innocence? That thought spears me in the throat. From now on, I’ll be the one to stand between her and the voyeurs that lust after her. I’ll cloak her in feed sacks and canvas tarps when she’s not with me.
“It’s perfect here. The sound, I could hear the music in my head like an orchestra was playing just for me.”
I growl in response, her body on display under the translucent, soaked fabric. She’s not wearing a bra, and she doesn’t need one. But what if her top fell too low while she danced at the fair? I grit my teeth, thinking of someone else getting a glimpse of what’s mine.
“Come here.” I hear my low voice like it belongs to someone else, as I point at the grass just between my spread legs.
She steps forward, her cherry-red lips parted as she breathes, her chest rising and falling. Her intoxicating eyes looking more exotic with her wet hair stuck to her cheeks.
“Right here?” She stops just where I’m pointing and her compliance and obedience only make my cock more desperate.
“Yes,” I answer, then consider my next words carefully. Whatever she’s done to me, cannot now be undone. I can only hope this isn’t a game for her. “I need to ask you a very important question. You need to be truthful, always, but right now it’s imperative.”
“Okay.” The joy in her eyes turns somber but I have to know.
“How old are you, Kezia?” I keep my voice even, trying to hide the fear.
“Nineteen,” she answers, shoulders back. “I look young, I know. But I’m really nineteen.”
Thank fuck.
I do my best to hide the relief and move on to what’s next, something far less stressful and yet maybe even more important. “You’re going to call someone Daddy from now on.”
Her eyes light from behind, the darkness in them dancing with fire as her cheeks flush. “I am?”
“Yes. You’ll call me Daddy…and I’ll need things from you. Things only you’ll give me. Do you understand, little one?”
I see the skin on her arms turn to goose bumps, and she twists her thighs together as my mouth waters, wondering what she tastes like. “I think so.” The words are almost imperceptible, but the look in her eyes tells me she’s with me.
“You’re soaking,” I say, the double meaning not lost on her as her eyelashes flutter and she tucks her lower lip between her teeth.
“Well, water will do that to you.” She smiles and her toes curl in the grass.
“Take off your clothes. They’ll dry on the rocks there...” I point to the boulders next to the bench. “Then, come sit on Daddy’s lap. I’ll get you warmed up. Skirt first…”
She pauses, frozen for a moment, as this new beast inside of me roars and I wonder for a moment if I’m lost in a dream. Was I shot? In another wreck? Is this is all just an unconscious wonderland from which I will wake, in pain and lost because she won’t be with me?