Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“I want that.” I manage, the darts of pain introducing me to the heady juxtaposition of dark and light.
“You’re never going to deny me this tight teasing hole, are you?”
“No.” I fling my head back and forth desperate for him to move inside me, to fill all the emptiness. For a second, I see this man I’ve admired and longed for in such a shameful way for too many years in a way I haven’t before.
He’s hard, rough, sexy but in his eyes, right now with his cock notched at my entrance, there’s something else. A hint of fear?
Doubt?
He wants me as much…no more than I’ve ever wanted him and he’s afraid.
Of hurting me? Losing me? Doing the wrong thing?
Before he can second guess himself, I gather his hips with my calves, pulling his groin forward.
“Let me make you all better, Daddy. Let me apologize with my body.”
The looks on his face twists from doubt to delirium, his mouth falling open as he covers me with his body, taking my mouth with his as his cock penetrates my most innocent places, swallowing the scream with his tongue invading my mouth as his thickness invades me lower.
I gasp into the kiss when he sinks deeper, his weight settling between my legs to anchor me—a solid wall of muscle pinning me down while his hands close like steel bands on my breasts, pinching the hard peaks before pulling back, arching his back, roaring at the ceiling and seating himself into my body with a roar.
His cock stretches me past anything I’ve ever known. Stinging fire racing up my spine as he forces himself deeper with a growl, hips pistoning to drown out my choked cry.
“Oh God,” I whimper, nails raking his forearms as my body makes a desperate attempt to acclimate to his invasion. He lowers himself again, laughs against my neck, teeth grazing the pulse point where it thumps wildly.
“Tighter than a fucking dream,” he grits, his hands moving to my hair, tangling his fingers through the mess and pulling until the burn between my legs is matched by the burn at the roots of my hair.
He ruts into me like a madman. Slamming forward again and again, his balls slapping my ass with a wet sounds and the bed savages the wall so hard the chandelier above us shakes.
“You’re so damn small,” he mutters, grinding his hips to stretch me wider. His beard scrapes my throat as he nuzzles my pulse point. “Daddy’s feeling better already, baby. You have a magic cunt just like I thought you would.”
“Rye… Rye please”—my plea melts into a sob when he reaches between us. Applying pressure in a circular motion to my clit, hard enough to send sparks shooting outward from the tense spot inside my body that’s begging for relief
I’m surprised by how little it hurts. Maybe because I’ve been slick since he snapped that bar on my shoulders. His thrusts slow but when his shaft hits that hidden spot inside me with a flick of motion that makes my toes curl and I lose the thread of thought entirely.
I tense, clamping down, begging for something I need.
“Easy baby,” he growls, jerking my legs up, back, higher than I think possible. His fingertips dig into my calves as he pushes fully inside, past whatever is left of my virginity with a low, feral sound. My breath hitches, I’m so full of him, like my body is reshaping itself around him.
He shifts angle, grinding that ridge inside me that makes my vision white and my toes curl. “Don’t hold back,” he commands, voice fraying at the edges as he pistons harder. “Tell me what you want,” Rye demands, pistoning harder now. The bed slams against the wall with each crash of his hips. “Or don’t? Doesn’t matter.”
His response is a rough laugh before he flips me onto my stomach, spreading my legs with his knee as he slides back inside. The new angle stretches me wider—his cock grazing every inch—and I cry out at the sensation. Rye grabs my hips to hold me steady while he fucks me harder, so fast the room blurs into a haze of sweat and musk.
“Look how tight you grip my cock,” he pants, teeth scraping my shoulder blade. “You’re gonna milk all my cum out tonight. When I saw you out there in that red dress, I knew I was going to get you fucking pregnant. You show up with those wide, innocent eyes, temping every fucking man in the room to lose his mind for a…piece,”
Thrust.
“Of.”
Thrust.
“This.”
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Ass.”
He’s rearranging my guts with that monstrosity of manhood. “God!” I choke and spasm but he doesn’t slow. Doesn’t give me time to adjust.
“That’s fucking right. I’m your god. Your Daddy. Your Uncle. The man with your father’s face.”
I raise my hips, pushing back against him, chasing that friction that sets my nerves on fire each thrust hitting deeper until I’m a gasping mess.