Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25234 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Look at you,” I growl. “What a good little girl.”
And then I feel resistance.
“I’m going to take your cherry now, Sky. This may hurt a bit.”
“That’s okay,” she replies, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I trust you, Daddy.”
Daddy again.
I apply more force, and her cherry gives way. She moans and kisses my neck as I claim her innocence, but again she shows no signs of pain. It’s as though we were meant to be.
“That’s it. Good girl,” I say softly as I start to fuck her. Her body moves back, almost instinctually like it was programmed to, moving in rhythm with my hips. She’s an absolute miracle. I will never know what I did to deserve her.
My cock is pulsing with pleasure and my heart is pounding like a drum in my chest as I take her.
Her plump tits press against my chest with every thrust. I pull her face in close and kiss her deeply as I feel myself approaching the edge already. But I have to hold back. She needs to get there too. What am I? Some selfish guy who won’t let his girl come?
No way.
I focus hard and tense up, rutting deep inside her, giving her everything I have to make sure she loves every second of this. And she does. She really does.
“Fuck me, Daddy…” she whimpers. I have no idea why, but her talking like that is really turning me on.
Her horny little cunt clamps down on my cock. Her hips sway with mine. Her body bucks against me as I snatch her pumping cheeks and roll her over on top of me, drilling her with my cock, which now feels like a mighty spear whose only job is to impale her.
Not a virgin anymore, are you?
I look up as the sunlight captures her tits, bouncing up and down with every thrust I give her, her face twisted in pleasure, and I reach up and grab the back of her neck and pull her down to kiss me as I feel her orgasm begin.
“Fuck,” she moans just before her lips meet mine.
Her climax rocks her, causing her entire body to tremble against mine.
It’s sublime.
The tiny little whimper she lets out as she goes tense only causes me to go off at the same time, pumping my seed into her naughty little cunt, milking my balls dry as I coat her walls with my cum.
We give ourselves over to each other and sail off into some otherworldly place, riding the high until we come down and she falls into my arms, where I hold her until we finally both come to our senses. I don’t know how long that takes, and I don’t care. All I know is that I just experienced the most incredible moment of my life.
“You are unbelievable,” she whispers.
“Aren’t you going to call me Daddy?” I tease.
Sky props herself up and looks at me embarrassed. “I-I didn’t weird you out with that, did I?”
“It was new,” I admit. “But I gotta say–I liked it.”
This brings a smile over her face.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I reply, gently brushing a finger over her clit, causing her entire body to twitch. She giggles, and I lean closer. “What would you say if you called me Daddy and I called you my little girl?”
Sky’s eyes go wide for a moment, but then she nods.
“I’d say…now you’re talking!”
7
SKYLAR
I wake up to the terrible sound of my phone ringing and find myself staring at a dark sky filled with stars.
I try to sit up but can’t because something massive is on top of me. I look over and see Cade, naked and fast asleep with his arm draped over me.
And then it all comes rushing back to me–the drive here, the walk down to the falls, the skinny dipping, and the mind-blowing intertwining of our bodies.
I belong to him now. My world is forever changed.
I smile, but my phone is still ringing, and there’s really only one person who could be calling me right now. I slide out from under Cade’s arm, snatch up my purse, and answer before it can go to voicemail.
“Hey, Dad,” I say, doing my best to sound like I haven’t just woken up or just rushed to answer. Cade stirs beside me and sits up.
“Who is it?” he asks much too loudly. I spin and shush him. He gets the message.
“Hey, puddin’,” my dad says. “Just calling to see where you were. I was doing some errands, came home, and you weren’t there.”
“Oh, I’m just with Misty. You remember the girl from the tattoo parlor?”
“Isn’t she your boss?” my dad asks.
“Sort of, but not really. It’s more complex than that.”
There’s a long pause, and I feel my blood pressure rising.
“What’s that sound, puddin’?”
“Sound?” I ask.
“Yeah, it sounds like you’re in a wind tunnel or something. Or you’re down by some rapids or something.”