Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Good.” Moby spits down the split of my backside, before wrapping the entire length of my hair around his fist. “Now you bounce on Daddy, little human.”
A streak of naughtiness travels deeper into my tummy, and that slither of lust is so empowering, so addictive. He groans as I lean forward and rock his size to the tip, then slap my hips back down with a whimper. Humping him eagerly while I stare out at the serene cove, but in my mind’s eye, I’m looking at his face. Watching his jaw unhinge, his eyes turning glassy with the growing need to climax.
I work his incredible cock like it’s my job.
I seize up my inner muscles and ride my slippery sex up and down every inch of his erection, my back arching when he pulls my hair, hips pumping faster, faster, so desperate to finish us both and blast through the sexual buildup of frustration, blast through to the other side. The pulsing base of his shaft rubs a place inside of me that turns me into an unabashed slut. Yes, a slut. I’ve never said that word out loud in my life, but that’s what I am on that jet ski, bouncing naked on his giant man, ravenous for his hot come inside of me. I’m screaming for that come and rubbing my clit with wet fingers, not caring who sees me. Proud that his penis is mine. Only I get to ride it. Only I get to be a slut for his milky sperm.
“I cannot hold it back anymore, Darla. You shake that pretty ass at me and yet, the pussy is what I’m getting. Fuck! It’s too good to bear. I’m dying.”
“I want your come. I want it all. Need it so bad.”
“Oh God, little girl,” he pants, drawing me up, up, so my back is flush to his chest, my hips still writhing frantically. “You are in breeding, aren’t you?”
“I am?” I whimper.
“You are wild on my cock,” he grates, taking over the job of stroking my clit, using two fingers and somehow doing a much better job than me. So much that my core quickens around him, preparing for release. Tightening. “My mate wants so badly to be pregnant, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Your young pussy demands it. So sweet and silky. Calling to my sperm.”
“Fill me.”
“It’s right here for you,” he says in my ear, his hot breath bathing my neck. “Here comes the first spurt.”
Heat paints my intimate walls, and I moan, my hips slowing to a grind, accepting his gift with my head falling back on his shoulder. “Thank you.”
“Shhh. Here comes more,” he grunts, continuing to play with my nub, his fingers moving faster, faster, into a blur. “You give me some, too. Some of that slick juice that makes you squeak between the thighs when we fuck.”
“Yes,” I breathe, my tummy rippling, a zing shooting up from my toes, that ticklish feeling making me toss my head side to side, relief finally coursing through me in a scalding wave that shakes my naked body like an earthquake. I start to squeak. “Oh, Daddy. Daddy.”
“That’s my sexy little girl. Now you get the rest.” He groans loudly and tilts his hips, warm sperm flooding me, deep and sticky against my womb. He folds forward, flattening my breasts to the seat of the jet ski, thrusting into me with savage force from behind, and all the while, he peaks in a slow eruption, as if he’s savoring the moment, his breath rasping in my hair, his fingers trapped between the leather and my sex. “Mine. You are mine.” He slams forward one final time, and I cry out his name. “This is mine.”
“Yes, it’s yours. I’m yours.”
I love you.
Those three words are prepared to tumble out, but I press my lips together and catch them in time, even as I tremble and squirm through another orgasm, Moby gritting curses over my head, hissing, coming in an endless torrent.
I’ll say them soon enough.
Eight
Moby
After I make love to my little human, she falls asleep, of course. With Darla wrapped around me, I guide the jet ski carefully to the shore and turn off the engine. Holding her to my chest, I step onto the small beach within the cove and sit down, propping my back against the bottom of a stone cliff. Inhaling the sugar and roses scent of her hair, I allow her to sleep, cradled like a treasure in my lap.
For once, I am glad she has fallen asleep, because I need to think.
The sun is dipping down into the horizon, painting the sky pink and orange. If only I could enjoy the beautiful sunset with my love. But I can’t. Not at all. Because the setting of the sun signals the end of my twenty-four hours as a human. According to the sea witch’s Blight, I am destined to shift back into a whale…imminently.