Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“Leave her alone,” I spat.
“I’m doing you a favor. Don’t you want to come?”
The others laughed. I knew he was only trying to get me off quicker so that they could take their turns with her. I had to hold out for as long as possible, until I was ready to put my plan into action.
But I was losing focus. Willow’s pussy felt too good, especially when she did speed up in response to Duke’s continued abuse of her ass. Everything about my daughter—her scent, her voice, her skin—turned me on and made my heart beat faster. I looked up into her face, expecting to find her miserable, but despite the horror of the situation, she looked captivated. Her blue eyes had grown darker, and she was biting her lip. Each time she bottomed out on my dick, she ground against my pubic bone like she was trying to stimulate her clit. Experimentally, I licked my thumb and touched it to the button between her legs.
A breathy moan fell from her lips.
Willow wasn’t just working hard to get me off. She was fighting for her own climax. All this time, I’d thought I was torturing my daughter. But there was a part of her—like the twisted part of me—that couldn’t resist stealing a moment of bliss within this never-ending nightmare.
I stroked her clit while I fucked her, driving up into her every time she dropped down onto me. The sex was rough and wild. We weren’t just doing this for the men who had put us here any longer. We were doing it for ourselves. I sat up and pulled her closer, catching her lips with mine. She didn’t hesitate to open her mouth to me as I deepened the kiss.
“That’s right,” Duke rasped. “Make her taste herself on your tongue.”
Willow panted around our tongues as I guided her up and down on my lap at a frenzied pace. Her nipples grazed my chest with every bounce. I broke away from kissing her and took one of them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the stiff flesh and coaxing a moan from her throat. She threw her head back as she came, grinding her hard, pulsing clit against my thumb.
“Oh my god. Fuck… Oh fuck… Dad…”
That last word should have pulled me back to reality, but it didn’t. Her pussy throbbed around me. I squeezed her ass and kissed her lips as I felt my own end approaching, my brain no longer in control. She held me tightly. I groaned as my climax swept through me, my body going rigid as I pumped my release into Willow’s hot core.
When it was over, she collapsed against me, tremors still rippling through her body. Between the two of us, there was so much fluid that her pussy couldn’t hold it all. I felt some of it drip onto my sack.
That’s where you came from. I drifted in that liminal space between coming and coming to my senses. But soon enough, my rational mind took control again.
I had never felt so conflicted.
But there wasn’t time to dwell on the ethics of what I’d just done. I had to create a distraction that would allow Willow to get away before these guys could continue hurting her. The plan had to work because if they tied me up again, or worse, there’d be no second chances.
Willow stiffened in my arms, and I was sure that reality was rushing back to her as well. I cradled the back of her head and urged her to rest her chin on my shoulder.
“You know where to go,” I whispered.
“But what about you?”
The lie fell easily from my lips.
“If I’m not there by morning, keep going south until you get to the ranger station. I’ll find you.”
I felt wet drops on the back of my shoulder. Tears. She sniffled.
“Okay.”
“Good girl.” I kissed her cheek. “I love you.”
“Me, too.”
I wanted to ask, how? How can you still love me after everything I’ve done?
Blinking back tears, I lifted her by the waist, shuddering as my cock left her body. She rose on shaky legs. I wanted to hold her as I got to my feet, but I couldn’t waste time. I had to focus on immobilizing the men who still wanted to hurt her.
Martin had obviously finished while watching us, based on the mess on the ground and the limp worm in his hand. That left the other three to argue about who would get to fuck her next.
“This shit is why I keep saying that we should always look for a group of women,” said Ox. “Whoever goes last is going to end up with a sloppy hole.”
The way they talked about her made me sick, but I recognized this distraction for the opportunity it was. They believed they’d neutralized me, broken me down. They couldn’t have been more mistaken.