Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
I nod, looking up at him with kitten eyes, big and round, full of all of the innocence I feel right now. "I'm ready."
His palm tightens at my neck again, and with his other hand he turns my body around, making me feel as light as a feather. He bends me over my childhood bed and tears the thin barrier of my thong out of his way before dropping to his knees and sliding his tongue along the soaked crevice between my ass cheeks. I grind and push into him, sliding my fingers along the soft folds of my pussy. He grips my cheeks, holding me tightly against him as he feasts, licking me like he's been starving for me. "I'm going to fuck my sweet baby's pussy until she screams all over my throbbing dick." He licks again, thrusting his tongue in and out of my soaked crevice, kneading at my ass cheeks as he does, before tearing my thong off so forcefully it leaves burns against my skin. I yelp and gasp and then beg for more of his savagery.
"That's my girl, you make Daddy so happy."
Chapter Five
Shane
I can't believe we're about to do this. I can't believe we're here. My dick is leaking. I can feel the wetness dampening the front of my pants.
She's so pretty. So perfect. So mine.
I can't bring myself to feel an ounce of shame for wanting her this way. I held off for so long, did what was best for her, raised her to be the good girl she is. And now the time has come for me to take this pretty pussy and show her how much Daddy loves her.
"Ready for Daddy’s fat cock, baby girl?"
"Yes. I want you buried deep inside of me. I need you buried deep inside of me."
Her filthy words almost undo me then. But I hold back for her. I need to show her how much she means to me, how much giving herself to me finally means, forever for us.
Without thinking, I flip her over on the bed, crawling up her body and fisting my hands in her long golden waves, locking our lips in a forceful kiss. I drag my thick cock against her damp folds, aching to feel her skin on skin but knowing the moment that I do I'll explode.
"I can't hold back with you, pretty girl."
"So don't," she whimpers.
Dragging my teeth along her lips, I nip softly, and then harder. "I'm gonna fuck you so deep and so hard. I'm gonna empty my cum into this precious womb. I want to make sure you're ready. I need you to know that I'll never do anything you don't want to do and I'll never do anything to hurt you."
A soft nod is my only reply.
"Unbuckle my belt." My voice is rough, ravaged at the thought of tearing her apart as I thrust into her soft form.
Her eyes widen, and then both of her hands fumble at my belt buckle, removing the leather from its loops before her fingertips work at the button and zipper of the denim. By the time my cock is free it's aching hard, throbbing with the need to feel her lips, to feel the back of her throat.
"Let me fuck those pretty lips. I need to fuck your face because every time I close my eyes it's that pretty gaze staring up at me that makes me cum so hard."
I lean back on the bed, not even caring that the door is still open. If Gio and Rafe see us, or even better—join us—it'll make this night even more fun. But I have to make sure she's into that first. And I have to make sure they know she is mine. It's only the two of them that I'll share her with.
She lifts herself up off the bed, the bottom of her tits falling out of my favorite Cubs shirt that she's been prancing around in since she was a teenager, driving me crazy and making my cock leak every goddamn night before bed. I like to think she knows what she's doing, driving me crazy, making me wait until she's old enough to choose what she wants.
I had faith she'd choose me. I knew none of those weaselly fucks at her community college compared to the way I would make her feel. With just one look in my eye, I can dominate anyone, but it's her that makes me so hard I feel like I might burst through my zipper.
Before she touches me, she rests on her knees and brings her hands underneath her T-shirt, flipping the fabric up slowly and then gently tugging at her nipples with her soft fingertips. I groan out loud.
"Baby, you're killing me over there."
"You've been killing me since the day I started making myself come at fifteen."