Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
With a growl, he bends down and eats me out from behind once more before rising up and lining his cock up with my entrance. The thick, bulbous head pushes through my tight, sore lips, barreling through my walls again. He’s rough, taking me hard against the vehicle, punishing me oh so well until I’m coming so hard on his massive dick. With a thrust, he rocks the truck and fills my hole with his seed. He pulls out and adjusts my panties, slapping my pussy before holding it in place.
“Daddy’s putting his baby in you now. Got to keep all my seed inside,” he growls, pulling me up with a hand around the back of my neck while his eyes never leave mine. “Do you understand me, Honey?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m going to have your baby.”
“My babies. Say it.”
“I’m going to have your babies.”
“Good girl. Now let’s go check on your farm and make sure the bees are fine because we have to help your brother before we get married.” My mouth falls open. “If you open your mouth like that again, we’re never going to make it to the farm.”
“You want to marry me?” I ask.
“Yes, baby girl. I want every motherfucker out there to know you’re mine, and a baby in your belly is just temporary. I want a ring on your finger, your last name, and you in my bed every single night. Now get your pretty little ass in that seat because we have some things to do before Daddy fills your womb again.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I adjust myself in the seat and then he kisses me before helping strap the seatbelt in place. My heart’s racing, but I try to be calm. Axel fixes his jeans and then closes the door of his truck before coming around to the driver’s side. All the while I can’t stop thinking about what’s going to happen when we get home later. My pussy’s sore from his assault on it with his thick, meaty bat, but I’m aching for another round.
We started driving finally and every once in a while, Axel’s eyes land on mine, sending my pulse skyrocketing. The more we drive, I think about my love for this man that has never been greater.
We’re nearly to my property and the roads only get clearer as we go farther inland towards all the farmlands.
It’s been in my family for many years. My mother wanted honey so much while she was pregnant with me that my father teased her that they should own their own bee farm. It’s the reason I’m named Honey in the first place. For their next anniversary after my birth, they bought one.
When they died I took over and made it my own, having almost loved it as much as she did. However, lately that love hasn’t been the same. I wanted something else, something more, and he’s sitting right beside me willing to ride into danger to be my hero.
As we pull up my mailbox looks good, easing my heart. Then we drove up to the main property, tears started falling instantly.
“What the hell? Baby girl, I’m so sorry.”
“It doesn’t make sense,” I say through my tears. In front of us is my hive house collapsed.
“Stay put.” He jumps out of the truck.
“No, stop,” I shouted, jumping out of the truck as well.
“Get back in there,” he barks at me. It’s sexy as heck, but I’m not the one who is allergic to bees.
“No, you don’t have a suit on. They could kill you.” He backs up and turns to me.
“Shit, they could get you too.”
“Yes, we need suits on if the bees are still here, which many of them will be. The suits should be in this bin.” I walk over to the storage area that’s in a small shed off the hive that has a few bees flying around. “Don’t swat at them. Just go inside.” He follows behind me and I look around to an almost pristine shed and nothing.
“Oh my God. My suits are missing.”
I go digging around just in case I somehow moved them to another spot and completely forgotten, but I know that’s impossible because there aren’t many places to lay them down and the suits aren’t small enough to just tuck away. There are hats with nets, gloves, entire bodysuits with boots. Everything that would protect the body is missing. It’s as if someone was hoping someone would get stung.
“What the hell? This wasn’t the storm,” he snarls, tension rolling off his large frame in my tiny shed.
“My suits can’t just disappear,” I violently sob, fighting between anger and defeat. The sense of loss hits me so deep it nearly sends me to the ground, but then Axel’s strong arms wrap around me.
“I’ve got you. We’ll make this right, baby girl.” He brushed his lips on the top of my head, and in my heart, I believe him even though it’s aching. I’m not even upset so much about the bees and the farm itself, but the person out to destroy me. Why?