Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
He’s raw dog style humping me now. Hips bucking and teeth sending bolts of pain down my back as they dig into my shoulder.
I squeeze him with my inner muscles as his grunts get louder and louder.
My sweat makes the window slippery and it squeals and squeaks as I slip and slide, taking all Dietrich is giving.
He’s become my everything in less than two days. He’s my hope and my safe place. I barely know him but I know I can’t live without him. His enormous body grinds up and down my back as the sloppy sound of our sex fills the air.
“So close, a few more pumps and you get your prize…”
Boom, boom, boom
There’s a loud pounding on the door that freezes Dietrich inside me.
“Mr. Belotti?” It’s a man’s voice. “It’s Sargent Falco, LVPD.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dietrich grits out, his cock still thick and hard inside me. “What the fuck do you want?”
“We need you to open the door. I have the Margaret Malcolm here, I can enter, but I’m giving you the opportunity to open the door.”
“One minute,” he yells, sliding out of me as I gasp. “Stay here.”
I don’t have much choice, since my legs are non-functional at the moment. He returns with a white robe in his hand and a white towel around his waist, his massive hard on clear through the terry cloth fabric.
“Here.” He slips my arms into the robe and ties it at my waist, easing me over to the nearest chair and helping me sit. “You okay?”
I nod, breathless, barely worried that there are police at the door.
“Good girl, I have about thirty seconds…” He reaches into the opening of the towel, tugs out his angry looking hard on, then spits on the head and grips it with thick fingers. “Get your face down here. I’ve got some nice cream for you to wear.”
He tugs at the massive organ only a few times before he grunts curse words and strings of white cream spurt from the tip all over my cheeks, my nose and drip from my forehead.
“Fuck yeah…” he groans as another knock comes on the door.
“Mr. Belotti, I’m opening the door, or kicking it in.”
Dietrich gives me a grin, wraps his hands in my hair and tousles it around into a wild mess. “Perfect. You just sit there and be good. I’ll take care of whatever this bullshit is.”
My eyes widen as he opens the door. There are two uniformed officers standing there with Margaret, who is glaring at us with vicious eyes.
“He was having sex with his daughter!”
The two officers eye him suspiciously and flicker their attention to me before going back to Dietrich. “Is this true, sir?”
“No,” he huffs.
“Everyone saw you!” Margaret hisses. “You put on a show for God’s sake! You’ve embarrassed me and ruined the entire function. I want him put in prison and her as well! She’s an adult, it’s illegal. Incest.”
Dietrich winks at me then turns back to the officers, addressing them on a bored sigh. “You guys don’t give a warm pile of shit if I was balling her, do you?”
The police look at Margaret, then at each other, then they both seem to relax, hitching their thumbs into their belts. The taller one snaps his tongue on his teeth as the dark-haired shorter one clears his throat. “Technically, she’s right, it’s illegal. Is this your daughter, Mr. Belotti?”
“Only in spirit.” Dietrich tosses a smile my way and I blow him a kiss, then smirk at Margaret, forgetting for a moment that if Dietrich doesn’t get his deal done, I don’t get paid.
Margaret’s jaw drops, but then her mouth snaps shut and she shakes her head “That’s not true, he’s lying. Make him prove it.”
The cops roll their eyes and mutter to one another before asking, “Can we see some identification for you both?”
Dietrich motions for me to stay put while he goes into the bedroom, emerging with my wallet and pulls his own out of his trousers laying over the back of a chair. It only takes the police a moment to take a look then hand them back.
“That doesn’t prove anything! They could have different last names.”
“Young lady.” The taller one nods my way. “Is this man your biological father?”
I keep my eyes on Margaret, then answer. “No, but he is my Daddy.”
Dietrich’s chest fills and his smile tells me he’s proud and that’s worth this whole ridiculous moment.
Margaret is still standing there, fury clear in every detail of her face. “I can’t believe you. You’re both horrible. Get out of my house! Any business we possibly could have had is over. If you are not out in ten minutes, I’ll send security to escort you.”
“Whatever you say, Marg. Ten minutes probably isn’t enough for us to finish,” Dietrich says as I click my tongue in my cheek and shoot her with double barrel finger guns.