Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
She’s grinding upward as I push down. We’re like two monkeys fucking a football, all tangled up and angry but fuck, it feels so fucking good.
“You are a motherfucker!” she screams, trying to turn her face away as we wrestle, sloppy squishing sounds mixing with our mutual heavy breathing. “Just do it! I won’t even realize you’re inside me.”
“You’ll find out soon enough just how wrong you are. And correction, daughter,” I tell her. “I’m not a motherfucker. I never fucked your mother.”
I crush my fingertips into the soft flesh of her breast, pushing her back as I slide my bare dick back between her ample ass cheeks. The shoestring strap of her purple thong twists as it tries desperately to keep me from her back entrance.
All the times I imagined this moment, all the times I’ve gone through her underwear drawer, dreaming of which pair she’d choose for our first time, and I never saw these.
“When did you buy these panties, Bijou?”
“My boyfriend bought them. Luigi Franko.” She spits, knowing I hate that fat-ass son of her father’s counsel. “He’s already torn them off with his teeth. He’s already fingered me and stuck his—”
I move my hand from the center of her back to take her throat again, making her choke on the words.
“No.” I slide my dick up and down, listening to her little gasps of pleasure, then shift again so it slips back between her legs. “You don’t have a boyfriend. You’ve never been touched. Never been kissed.”
“He’s twice the man you’ll ever be,” she manages with the air I’m allowing her, the chirping of birds from the trees mingling with her failed insults as sweat traverses down my spine.
“We both know that’s another lie, daughter.” I drive my hand lower, my chest on fire, pushing through the mud, over her belly and down between her legs, tugging the offending fabric to the side, connecting with her warmth. I find her swollen clit and squeeze until she yelps. “Fucking wet now, aren’t you? This pussy is mine. It knows it already. Has for a long time. It’s your head we need to get straight.”
I let her slit jack me off for a few thrusts, securing the fabric between her outer lips and her thigh as she moans into the mud, fingers scrambling, squeezing the water from the dirt in little fists. The heat and silky lube she’s gushing on my dick telling me all I need to know.
She’s smart enough to know talking to the FBI would get my attention.
It was her way of asking for this. At least that’s what I tell myself as she squirms and begs me to stop.
“This ass is mine too,” I say, sliding my hand from under her and giving her ass a hard smack. “This throat is mine,” I add, tightening my grip. “I’ll lose myself in it soon enough. This face, these tits, these hands, this pussy. I’ll fuck your goddamn earholes if I want. Mine, mine, mine. I’m going to dress you every fucking day. Or not. Maybe you’ll just wear my cum from now on, nothing else. You’ll rub it in when I decorate you with me and smile and say, Please Daddy, can I have some more?”
She doesn’t answer. She’s too busy squirming, hissing, and moaning as I work myself up and down.
“You’re going to do as you’re told.”
I move faster, and it feels so fucking good making her mine. The head of my dick turns an angry reddish purple as it slides to the top of her ass crack.
My balls draw up tighter than a snare drum as I imagine shooting off deep, straight into her breeding belly, tying her to me in ways she can’t ever undo.
“Fuck, yeah. All fucking mine.”
But not yet. Not until things are...more permanent.
With a few more thrusts, the pressure builds. She’s bucking like a bronco with me, our skin slipping together as I shoot my load. Strings of white spend spurt out, up the valley of her ass, over the round cheeks, settling in the small of her back as white stars dot my vision and I grimace through the ripping orgasm.
I reach down and rub it into her skin. As the powerful climax spurts out the last ropes of white cream, I fight to keep my focus. The warm stickiness spreads over her soft flesh, her throat moving against my palm as I ease myself back, releasing her from my grip and admiring my work.
The world feels unsteady as the force of my effort and orgasm drains my brain pan for a moment. I’ve never had stars in my eyes before, but right now, I see constellations.
Her panties are baptized with her juices and my jizz, and they’re my prize. I’ll commemorate this day in many ways, starting with her thong.