Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“You’re so fucking wet for Daddy,” I hiss. “So fucking wet.”
I dip my fingertips in her slit to illustrate, and she moans for me.
“You want Daddy’s cock again, don’t you?” My mouth is right by her ear. “Tell Daddy how much you want his cock.”
“Please, Daddy!” she cries. “I want it so much!”
“Say it.”
“I want your cock, Daddy! Fuck me!”
She’s learning.
The ache in my groin is more than I can fucking bear. I spin her around me and hitch her up onto the granite, tugging down her wet knickers and spreading her thighs nice and wide. Her pink slit is puffy and glistening, mine for the fucking taking as I spit on my fingers and sink two all the way inside.
She moans a delightful little moan, and I fuck her harder, my fingers easing and stretching her open. She’s still so tight, her tiny hole such a fucking wonder. “Yes! Yes, Daddy!”
I move in circles, nice and deep, applying pressure until she gasps. I groan for her as I clamp my mouth onto her pretty little mound, and her clit is so easy to find, standing proud for my tongue.
She bucks her hips, urging me deeper, and I suck, flicking my tongue so quickly over that hard little bud.
“Daddy!” Her voice is breathless, frantic. “I’m gonna come, Daddy!”
I stare up at my gorgeous girl, her cheeks flushed and lips parted. Her top has ridden up to her bra, her tummy so tight. Her legs wrap around my shoulders, and she uses them as leverage, rubbing her pussy against my face as she shudders. She loses control, cursing in such a pretty little voice, and I keep on lapping until she’s all used up.
Her wetness is in my nostrils, smeared slick over my mouth. She tastes fucking divine. I get to my feet when she’s done, and take out my cock, spearing her so suddenly that she squeals.
“Ow, ow, ow…” she groans as I push all the way inside. She rocks her hips regardless as her pussy takes me, and her mouth is open wide for my kisses. Her hands reach around to grab my ass, and my horny little girl urges me on, urges harder, faster.
Her innocence hides such a dirty little minx, just begging to be coaxed out into the open.
I shouldn’t come without using protection, not without a serious discussion, but my sweet little Laine surprises me yet again.
“Come, Daddy! I want it! I want it in me!”
And so do I.
I want to fill that tight little cunt with my seed, I want to fill her up until she’s swollen with my child, and her pretty little tits are so ripe.
It’s the beast within, I know it. I feel it behind my eyes, the desire to claim her forever. It’s all kinds of fucking wrong, but I can’t resist.
Frantic thrusts and I unload, her sweet cunt sucks it from me, milking my balls until they run dry.
She drips as I pull out of her, and her freshly fucked hole is a sight straight from heaven.
She catches her breath, smiling as I run a thumb over her slit.
“Such a good girl for Daddy,” I tell her. “All full up.”
Her eyes twinkle as she tugs her crumpled top over her head.
“I want more,” she says.
Laine
Daddy Nick loves me all through Saturday night. He loves me until I’m too sore to take his cock anymore, and then takes me with his mouth instead.
Daddy Nick loves me until we’re both panting and sweaty. He loves me until there are no words, only breath.
He loves me until I fall asleep in his arms, and then he wakes and loves me again on a bright Sunday morning.
We eat toast, and then he bathes me. He washes my hair, and soaps me all over, and then he pushes his fingers inside my ass. Only this time it makes me so horny I beg him to love me all over again.
He does.
He gives me so much.
He gives me everything, over and over through Sunday night.
He’s still taking me as the birds are chirping outside, and I’m too scared to check my phone alarm, knowing my sleep will be barely enough to function.
It isn’t.
I don’t want to wake up for college. I barely move as I hear his voice from downstairs. My head feels muggy and my pussy feels sore, and all I want to do is curl up with him and talk about butterflies, but Daddy Nick doesn’t do days off.
He’s already dressed so smart for work. Already cooking my breakfast.
I eat slowly, my eyes still heavy with sleep, and he smiles and calls me lazybones, then leaves me to clear our plates as he finishes getting ready to leave.
I startle as he claps his hands in front of my face, and I’m still in the same position at the table, my breakfast plate still empty in front of me.