Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I tear at the fly of my jeans, dragging my cock out as I pull her toward the edge of the bed.
"Fuck, Lena," I rasp, positioning myself at her entrance. "You want Daddy's dick?"
"Yes," she sobs. "Put it in me, Daddy."
I thrust into her, hard and deep. "Fuck," I groan as her heat engulfs me, consuming me in the best fucking way possible. "Little girl." I thrust again, and her nails sink into my flesh as she cries out. "You can have whatever you want."
"So good, Daddy," she moans, arching beneath me. "Don't stop. Please don't ever stop."
I watch her, her flushed face, her lips parted, eyes glassy with pleasure as I pump into her. She's in heaven on my cock, just like always. And goddamn, if the sight isn't addictive.
"You're beautiful when you're begging Daddy to fuck you, little girl," I growl against her ear, desperately trying to hold back.
Her response is a whimper, a plea for release that sends shivers down my spine straight to my cock.
I kiss down the column of her throat, sucking on the sensitive skin that never fails to make her squirm. She gasps, clenching around me as I slam into her over and over.
She's so close, right there on the edge.
"What happens when good little girls beg Daddy to fuck them?" I ask, drawing one of her hard little nipples into my mouth and biting down.
She gasps, her body convulsing beneath me. "They get… they get…"
"They get a baby in their belly, Lena."
"Daddy!" she screams as I plunge myself into her one last time, searing pleasure tearing through me as she shatters around me.
I bury my face in her throat, groaning as I spill into her, praying to God I get her pregnant again. We both know she wants it. She's been begging for it for weeks now.
Goddamn. She feels like heaven. No, she is heaven, the sweetest little spot on earth. And she's mine.
"Mine," I pant against her neck, branding her with my words, my seed, my everything. "Always fucking mine."
"Yours," she whispers back, the sweetest word ever spoken. "All yours."