Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 40420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
He moves faster, kissing my neck, hands teasing my breasts and nipples. He pulls my hair, grinding into my pussy, stretching me out.
And as it starts to feel incredible, he reaches around my hip and starts to rub my clit. “You can’t take much more, can you?” he whispers in my ear.
Pure bliss.
“I don’t know,” I groan.
He works my clit, fucking me in and out, moving fast but not too fast, grinding inside of me in just that right way that’s driving me insane.
“I can feel your pussy clenching down. I can feel your muscles getting tight. You want to come on this big, fat cock, don’t you?”
“Oh, fuck, yes, Daddy,” I groan, eyes rolling back, practically out of my mind.
“I know you do, little Leah. You want to cover this big hard cock with your cum. Go ahead, little girl. Come for me.”
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me faster now.” I start to move my hips, bucking back against him.
He reacts exactly how I want. His cock thrusts faster, pushing deeper. I grunt, groan, ride him, let him fill me. I need it so badly, I can’t breathe.
My whole body tenses. The pleasure keeps me right on the edge, waiting to tip over. His fingers work my clit, and I feel it build.
The orgasm rocks through me. I come hard, my whole body bearing down, my pussy clenching. “Fuck, Daddy,” I say, the only words I can think of as the orgasm tears through my body.
His hands are hard on my skin, holding me tight, fucking me through the orgasm. As I slowly start to regain myself, I feel him pumping deeper and deeper. I manage to work my ass for him just as he pulls himself free.
I turn to watch him stroke his monstrous cock. He comes all over my pussy and my ass, covering me. I groan, grinning, laughing a little bit. Relief, pleasure, joy, it all floods through my body at once.
He grins at me, finishing. I’ve never seen a man come that much before. He grabs a towel and cleans me off before cleaning himself and tossing it into the laundry bin.
“I have to wash that, you know,” I say, turning to face him.
He grins. “I’ll give you a raise.”
“Sounds like favoritism to me.”
“Fine then. I’ll dock your pay.”
“I don’t think that’s legal.”
He grins and kisses me. We stay like that for a second, him holding me tight, lips against mine.
“I’ve been waiting for that,” I whisper.
“Me too,” he admits. “For longer than I should’ve.”
We’re silent for a moment. He steps back and gets dressed. I watch for a second before following suit.
Once we have our clothes on, he kisses me again. “I have to get back to work.”
“I know,” I say, still flushed and smiling. “Call me when your leg hurts, okay?”
“Okay,” he says, sighing a little bit. “Whatever you say.”
“Good.” I get up on my tiptoes, kiss his cheek. “Daddy,” I whisper in his ear.
He grins at me, shakes his head, and walks back to the door. “You’re going to ruin me,” he says as he leaves.
I collapse against one of the tubs, laughing, buzzing with joy and pleasure, not sure what the hell to make of any of this, but not caring at all.
8
Cole
We’re winning at halftime.
As the boys take the field again, I can feel my blood strumming tight in my veins.
We’re up by a touchdown. Sean drives the ball down the field, passing brilliantly. As we reach the end zone, I glance over to my left, and I catch sight of Leah.
She looks perfect. She’s standing off to the side, alone in the crowd, her clipboard held tight against her chest. She looks concerned, staring out at the guys on the field.
I get a flash of Leah’s body against mine, how fucking good she feels. I know it’s dangerous to even look at her right now, but I can’t help it. There are a hundred cameras all over the place.
I raise my play-calling card up over my mouth, call the next play. I tear my eyes from Leah and watch as it unfolds on the field: Sean throws a zinger to our tight end in the back of the end zone, touchdown.
The crowd goes insane but I don’t find myself celebrating with the rest of them. I look over at Leah, and this time, she looks back at me.
I smile a little. She smiles back and nods. I feel a swell of pride rush through me.
I tear myself away and watch the rest of the game. I try not to look at her again, and I get through most of it without giving in to the temptation. But that temptation is always there.
Leah, just a few feet away. It’s crazy how I look to her now. I should be turning to my players, my coaches, hell, even the fans. I should look for my validation from any one of them.