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)
But, all of the fantasies end with her in my lap, curled close as I pet her head, kiss her forehead and tell her what a good girl she is.
You make Daddy so proud. Even when you misbehave, you’ll always be my little girl.
I’ve got hundreds of scenarios, some more depraved than others.
I never felt bad about it either. Fantasy is fantasy, right? I never planned to procreate and who the fuck knows why we light up for certain things. I have a flexible moral code so what goes on inside my head is no one’s business.
The cherub that’s going to play my daughter for the next two days stares at me in silence. Hard core images of bending her petite, curvy body over that threadbare couch and plowing deep until my seed is spilling down her thighs makes me groan as my cock shoots out another gob of sticky seed.
Slap, slap, slap. My swollen rhinoceros balls smack against her sloppy pussy as she whines for me to stop as I say, ‘Never. Now, tell Daddy to fuck you harder…’
“This is my other daughter, Hannah,” Denny cock-blocks my fantasy, introducing her as though this angel is a disappointment, then adds, “Where’s Brigid?”
He shoulders her aside to look up the stairway and fire explodes in my chest.
I want to break every bone in his fucking body for disrespecting her.
“She’s in the shower,” the angel says as a halo forms around her. Her irritation is clear in the set of her jaw and the tension on her forehead. “I saw the limo pull up. Brigid said she’ll be down in five.”
My dick throbs as she hits me with a challenging look, but my focus is on that barely legal little baby maker between her legs.
“She’s perfect,” I grunt as my airway constricts and my balls spasm.
The apples of her cheeks turn hot pink and years of reading people as bait come into purposeful use.
Her eyes dilate.
Her breathing becomes faster and shallower.
A flush covers her chest. Her nipples perk up.
Her fingers extend and clench as her lips fall open, eyes wide, swallowing.
I can smell her fucking innocence and I want to rip through it with a depraved hard hate-fuck for making me feel this way. This is a job. I have to focus.
I extend my hand, holding out the file. “This is the information for my ‘daughter’.”
She shakes her head. “Oh, no. I’m Hannah. You want my twin-sister, Brigid—”
“I want you,” I cut her off and she falls silent, her mouth frozen in a sexy as fuck little ‘o’ shape.
I take a second and think of all the filthy things I want to do with those lips but I also catch the ‘twin’ thing and for a second I wonder if it was her or her twin that I saw at the shelter.
My dick says it’s her but in this new world of Dietrich ‘Daddy’ Belotti, I’m doubting myself.
“Hannah,” her father hisses, teeth clenched with a flash of anger in his desperate eyes. I’d forgotten anyone else was in the fucking room but now I’m back to wanting to stuff his head up his ass for talking to her at all, let alone like she’s done something wrong. “If Mr. Hawk... wants you instead, that’s fine. Either of the girls would be happy to take the job.”
I want to throw him out the front window for treating her like her opinion is irrelevant. But I also want this girl, and he’s willing to give her to me. That’s good, because she’s coming with me tomorrow one way or the other.
I wonder what I’d do with her if her fucking father and that Guido in training Greg weren’t here? I’d have her stripped down, grabbing her ankles, her plump ass turned up while I spit on her tight little hole then slide in there deep while she gives me those innocent doe eyes, telling me how much it hurts.
Ouch, Daddy, it’s too much. I don’t think I can do it…
Take what I give you. You’ll learn to like it soon enough, little girl. It’s your job to take care of your Daddy no matter how much it hurts.
“I want you,” I repeat, and notice the way her nipples have finished hardening into points through that word ‘Nope’ on the front of her tank top. “You,” I repeat and her eyes light up like it’s fucking Christmas.
She’s all wholesome and factory original. Hard to find here in Vegas. You can get fucking Botox at the corner liquor store and implants are buy one get one free all over town.
But, not her. She’s got sweet as pie cherry cheeks and million-dollar cotton-candy lips. She’s half teenager still and my dirty old man rises up to take control. I’ll play her daddy. Driving her teasing ass to school with her panties full of Daddy’s sticky seed, then wait behind the building for any pubescent dick that took a two second look at what’s mine and leave them in a pool of their own blood and saliva.