Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37047 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Now he’s here on a breeding mission, though I don’t think a child should be conceived in anger. Whatever is going on in his head, my pussy is bearing the brunt of it, and I’m about to go bald from his tugging on my hair. My legs were about to give out, but when they crumbled, he just came down on top of me and kept fucking.
This close, his dick found a whole other place inside me, and I felt like something exploded in my stomach. The pleasure pain was intense. I didn’t need to do Kegels because my pussy was breathing in and out on her own. There was a sound like a coyote in heat coming from the room that almost scared me until I realized that it was me making that noise.
But it was his roar when he came that really shook me to my core. He shook and squeezed me so tight I thought I’d crack a rib. And then he went into some sort of frenzy, marking me all over with his teeth until I broke out in goosebumps from the sheer excitement of it all.
It was as if he’d gone into some other dimension, some other plane. His cock felt bigger, as if it was still growing inside me after he came. His breath was labored, his lips warm against my cheek as he rested them there. “I’m ninety-nine point nine percent certain that was the breeding shot.” I had another mini orgasm just from his words alone, oh, and the way his lips touched my ear when he spoke.
GENEVIEVE
D arla-Sue did not go gently into that good night. She made a nuisance of herself from day one. That evening we’d come home from the office after swinging by my room to get my stuff, only to find her car parked there. Once inside, she was nowhere to be seen downstairs until we walked up the stairs to her old room.
She was just lying there across the bed, headphones on like nothing had happened. I know Gregory was mad because he’d started getting frisky in the car on the way home, and I’d rubbed his dick to full hard, and he was ready to fuck, so the last thing he wanted to do was deal with his recalcitrant daughter.
“What’re you doing here?” He walked over and took the headphones off her ears.
“What do you mean? I live here.”
“No, you don’t not anymore. Now take your stuff and leave.”
“I’m not going. You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Especially her? I heard you the other night; you want to have kids with her. Over my dead body.” She flew off the bed and came at me, but he got there first.
The look of shock and disbelief on her face when he pushed her away and stood between us to protect me was priceless. “Don’t you ever put your hands on her again; I won’t allow it.” She lost her shit! She started screaming and throwing herself around the place like a lunatic. I stayed behind Gregory, scared for my life. Not really, but it was a good act; it seemed to fit the mood.
“Leave Darla; you and I will have lunch a day this week to talk. But if you continue like this, I won’t see you until you behave. I already told you you owe her an apology, and instead, you come here and do this.” She was dry heaving now, and I smirked at her from behind he father’s back.
“You bitch!” She came at me, and I deliberately stumbled back over my own feet, falling flat on my ass.
“Ow!” I rubbed my ass as if it had been broken and teared up.
“Get out!”
“But dad….”
“I said leave, or I promise I’ll cut you off completely.”
Please keep going; let me have my final victory so I can be out from under this curse. She looked so broken, almost as broken as I had been that night, when she and her friends surrounded me, taunting me. I can never forget that night, will never forget the inhumane way in which I was treated that stripped me of my own humanity.
I felt nothing when she slumped away like a whipped puppy. Or the way she stopped and looked back defeated when her dad came back to me to tend to me while turning his back on her.
“Come, let me run you a bath.”
“I don’t think I can stay here. I don’t want to stay here.” I made myself shake in his arms as my eyes filled with fear.
“It’s okay; you don’t have to be afraid. I won’t let her hurt you again.” I shivered like a wet puppy and put on an act that would make Scarlett O'Hara look like a plebe. I got the golden treatment. A hot bath with a chilled glass of my favorite champagne, extra-large strawberries dipped in the finest chocolate, and then he licked my kitty for a good hour or so before dinner.