Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Blast off.
She comes with such force, I’m reminded of that exorcist movie when the girl bows up off the bed, levitating above it, but with Bijou, there’s a fucking bonus.
Her floodgates open as her voice shakes the windows. I withdraw the gun, lowering it to the floor in time to take the other side of her ass back in my hand and aim her lusty waterfall into my mouth.
Jesus. She doesn’t just squirt.
It’s Niagara fucking Falls.
I’m soaked in a second, the sweet, warm juice spraying down my throat, drenching my shirt down to my belt, back to my damn ears.
This girl… fuck me, this girl.
I’m going to teach her a lesson about keeping her mouth shut, but a more important lesson will be about keeping her legs open.
For me.
Only me. Any other man who reaches out to touch her will quickly learn there are 27 bones in the human hand, and I’m going to take my fucking time breaking each one of them. Carpals, metacarpals, fingers and thumb.
Times two.
She’s raising the fucking roof with her pleasured sounds while I’m swallowing every drop of her baptizing nectar.
My stepdaughter has turned the corner. She’s a woman now, full stop. Every lush inch of her will be mine from now on.
As her body softens, her moans turn to whimpers. I settle her ass back on the chair, ease her feet to the floor and watch her ride out the last waves of her climax as I rock back to rest my ass on my heels, hands rubbing up and down my thighs, licking my lips, her nectar dripping from my nose, my chin, even my damn ears.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Bijou. An angel sent from heaven just for me.”
Her blind eyes struggle to focus as I swipe my hand over my mouth, kissing up her belly, wishing I’d had her completely naked for this moment, but there will be time for that.
As I think about time, I realize I’ve been lost in it. The alarm on my phone in my front pocket starts chirping, reminding me we have to switch gears.
“Come on, baby. Time to dress for your wedding.”
She runs her fingers under her nose, then across her cheeks where I see a couple of errant tears. Her rosy skin is still smeared with a hint of mud, but she’s never looked more beautiful to me.
“I’m a mess.” She shifts and wiggles, pushing herself upright, her dark waves still a mess, and now, ah now, she’s soaked herself down to her cute little toes.
“You’re my mess. There’s no time for princess pampering, Little Lamb. It’s time to get dressed.”
“I can’t believe this,” she mumbles, and it’s not lost on me that when I told her it’s time for her wedding, she didn’t say no. She was worried about how she looked.
“The priest will be here in five minutes. I can’t wait for our wedding night. I’ll shove my cock in that soft little baby maker and fill you up until your womb is topped off. We will be married, and I’ll be the father of your child. You’ll never do anything to endanger our family, Bijou, will you?”
She stares wordlessly as I push to my feet, lowering my zipper and tugging my painful erection out.
“One thing before I dress you. Your cum is all over my face. But I told you I’d return the favor, and I’m a man of my word.” I grip the thick length, the head already seeping as I give it a few quick tugs, stepping closer, so the tip brushes her cute little button nose.
She’s face to face with the Herculean destroyer that will soon go scorched-earth on her cherry, frozen in time and space as I work my length, locking my jaw, resting my other hand on the top of her head to hold her in place.
“Don’t worry, this won’t take long. Stick out your tongue… Daddy’s going to give you a present all over your pretty little lamb face. Mud and cum and tears. That’s all the makeup you need, baby.”
With her flavor on my tongue and our nuptials imminent, I’m at defcon five in seconds. I brace myself as the orgasm knots up my back, my ass cheeks clench and the first jets of cream land on her tongue, then her cheeks.
When I’m finally done, the room feels hot as my brain takes a second to come back online.
Bijou’s face is covered with me. My release is hanging in strings and resting in thick globs on her cheeks. Her tongue is still outstretched, coated with my white cream.
I press my crooked index finger under her chin, closing her mouth, and nod with approval.
“Good girl. You’ve earned your prize. Now swallow.”
CHAPTER 6
Ramses
“I do,” she chokes out.
My hand rests on her back, holding the gun against the pure white lace of the dress I put over her head just a half hour ago. I dressed myself in a fresh, black suit paired with a white shirt and red tie.