Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I punch deep and she comes, her pussy spasming. Creaming down the length of me. So slick and tight, my eyes roll back in my head.
“D-Daddy!”
“Oh my God. Oh fuck,” I growl through clenched teeth, bearing down on my lower body to prevent myself from spilling, joining her in the bliss she’s experiencing, her eyes blind, body shaking. “You’re as horny as me, aren’t you? Didn’t even make it one stroke.”
She’s writhing between me and the door, her orgasm pummeling her, that cunt squeezing around me. Squeezing like a vise. “Is that b-bad?”
I would laugh if my urges weren’t so dark. So immediate. “No, angel. It’s just more proof that you’re mine.” I yank her thighs higher around my waist and start to ram. Up, up, up, her deliciously naked body pressed tightly between me and the door, shaking the hinges, the taut cheeks of her ass squeaking as they drag up and down against the shiny wood. “Hold on tight while I fucking rail you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she sobs, clinging to my shoulders, her legs spread for my forceful drives, her sneakers dangling off the floor and occasionally hitting off my outer thighs. “Oh my goodness, you’re so deep.”
Her praise makes my hips thrust with more insistence.
Desperation.
I warned her this was going to be a rough fuck, but my God, I’m not holding back at all as I take her, my cock raging out of her too-snug warmth and pummeling back in, my lower spine in knots, sweat beads rolling down the sides of my face. I’m mating her like a fucking animal, my molars gnashing, my hands clutching her ass cheeks in a bruising hold while the door’s hinges complain about the abuse.
“I want your come so bad,” she whines, her hips working as much as they can between my demanding body and the door. “I want it to get me pregnant.”
My head and chest explode with wonder.
With a level of desire that stuns me.
Looking down into her hopeful eyes threatens to make me bust, so I turn my head and watch myself fuck her in the mirror, our size difference blatant and frankly indecent. I’m beefy, inked. Aging. She’s slight. Unmarred. Ethereal. I don’t feel any shame, though, only protectiveness over my young girlfriend.
“Angel…”
“Uh-huh?”
I slow the furious pumping of my hips for a moment, grinding into her, kindling a cry in the back of her throat. Slowly, slowly, squeaking her up and down the door while she shudders, her breathing rapid. “You really want a baby with me?”
She bites her lip and nods, and I can see our future in her eyes.
We should talk about this more. We should have a proper discussion.
But there is no slowing down or reasoning when she’s this tight. This beautiful.
This young and fertile.
My lust rages, along with my affection for the angel who gives me her body with such trust, such abandon. Do I want this girl to have my baby?
There would be no greater honor.
“Give me come,” she begs in a broken murmur against my mouth. “I need come.”
I raise my right hand and wrap it around her throat, those lush lips parting in surprise. In pleasure. “I’ll give it to you when I’m ready, little girl.”
Her cunt shrinks around me, an involuntary flex. A reaction to my dominance.
I pump into the increasing tightness, releasing a hoarse bellow.
They can hear all this downstairs. Her cries for Daddy. The rattle of the door.
This would have scandalized me a week ago. Struck me as unprofessional. Wrong.
There is nothing wrong about us, though. Shea is my end game. This is life.
“God, I am fucking obsessed with you,” I rasp into her neck, my balls starting to grow tough. Painfully full. Ready, ready, ready. “You want to be a mother and my fuck toy? I can give you that, Shea. I will give you both. Open your legs and ask for it.”
“Please, Daddy.” Her sneakers kick every which way. “Please.”
I look at her necklace and it’s the final straw.
Daddy’s girl.
Goddamn right.
My sperm rockets up from the deepest recesses of my loins, spewing into her quickening sex, because oh God yes, I’ve just guided her into another orgasm. Her eyes are closed and I know she’s climaxing at the possibility I’m getting her pregnant. The evidence that she’s being bred sluices down her thighs, trickling around to the cheeks of her backside. Dripping onto the floor. It pools inside of her and more is on the way, my groans deafening as I unload, hips jerking, abdomen on fire. In pain. So much pain and so much relief all at once, my fucking knees are like jelly.
“There you go. Take my load. Does that make your little tummy happy?”
“Yes,” she gasps, looking me in the eye, grinding on me with one final revolution of her hips, then going limp. “Yes. Yes.”