Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“It handles me,” she whispers.
“Fucking right, it does.” Her breath catches when I boost her up, her legs latching around my hips. “Tell me what you came all the way down here for,” I demand against her mouth, already guiding my cock to her entrance, rubbing it there in the excess wetness.
“Daddy’s come,” she says haltingly, whimpering when I press the bulbous head inside of her, leaving her one thrust away from being plowed full. And she holds her breath, thighs trembling with excitement around me. Anticipation. “I want it, I want it.”
I catch her by the throat and slam her up against the wall, pounding home.
The loud sound of rattling metal is unexpected.
My eyes cut through the darkness to find I haven’t backed Grace up against one of the cinderblock walls, but rather up against the rolling metal door. Involuntarily, I thrust again, harder, and the rattle is almost deafening, along with her moan of my name.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads, her mouth open in an O shape. “Don’t stop, Daddy.”
The rattle is even louder this time, continuing in quick succession when I obey the urges of our bodies and bang her fast and rough and deep, my cock slamming in and out of her tight, wet hole, the metal door shaking violently behind her. And Jesus Christ, maybe there is even an alpha animal section of my brain that likes this. Likes everyone in the boxing gym knowing that my wife came here to get fucked and I’m delivering, every stroke of my shaft making her moan, making her call me Daddy so loud, they can probably hear it on the fucking street.
Normally this would make me insane—anyone being privy to our sex life.
But they’ve been coveting what’s mine for a while now. Maybe this is necessary. Letting them know this absolute stunner of a girl is getting dick so hot she fiends for it in the afternoon.
“Louder, baby,” I growl into her neck, pumping faster, clutching her ass cheeks in my hands to hold her steady. “What do you want from me?”
“Pregnant,” she whines, planting kisses all over my face, my mouth. “I want to be pregnant by you. Now. Now. Please.”
God help me. God help me.
I crowd her even tighter, my hips pressing open her splayed thighs.
I get so deep, I go fucking blind from the intense squeeze of her feminine muscles.
The clenching.
The clawing of her nails.
“Tell me you love me,” I beg brokenly between kisses, my heart in a vise along with my balls. This girl. My wife. She owns me so completely, my entire body is locked up, hinging on every bat of her eyelash, every word out of her precious mouth. Every breath she takes. I’m held in her thrall even while battering her sweet body, fucking her like a depraved brute. One tiny hint of pain from her could tear me down the middle. One frown. One hiccup. I’m so attuned to her that I’d be on my knees in an instant. Thank God there is only pleasure on her face, thank God she only encourages me to go deeper, harder, faster.
“I love you, I love you,” she chants—and the men on the other side of the door hearing her declaration of love satisfies me most of all. Mine. It’s crazy, but she’s mine. It doesn’t seem real, but she’s my wife. My world. And I’m hers.
“Baby,” I rasp, that single world strangled. The crash of her ass against the metal is ridiculous now. It rattles in time with my drives, which are wild and savage, turning her into a scratching, straining, horny little girl, her pussy drenched beyond belief. Our mouths move on top of each other’s, fevered, panting. “I’m going to come.”
She moans, excited. Wanting my seed. “Get it deep,” she breathes, burying her nails in the breadth of my back and dragging them down, leaving marks. I know she is. Marks everyone will see. Visible proof of my wife’s pleasure. “Make it hurt if you have to.”
There’s something inside of me that knows this is the time.
This is the moment she becomes pregnant.
I slam deep and look her in the eye, taking my right hand from her ass so I can play with her clit, rubbing and rubbing until her pussy starts to clench, her breath coming faster and faster until she screams, those muscles spasming around me, squeezing and releasing with intense sexual gratification. And I rear back my hips and fuck right into them again, again, again, againagainagain, grinding our foreheads together, savoring the tremble of her thighs around my hips, the tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks, her whimpers of my name, interspersed with the word Daddy. Daddy.
“We’re making a baby right now,” I growl, finally allowing the hot load of seed to climb my cock and release into her tight little channel, filling her up as she milks me, still lost in the throes of her orgasm, eyes glazed with wonder. “Those pretty tits are going to fill up with milk. This pussy is going to be ripe and horny, belly swollen, your dresses tight in new places. And I’m going to fucking worship you, mother of my child. Protect you and spoil you and love you so much it breaks me. Break me now, Gracie. Break me.”