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)
“Get fucking off me! Are you crazy?”
She’s mad.
Good.
I don’t like getting things I want handed to me. I want to fucking earn them with blood and sweat and a fucking kick to the balls.
Winning is so much sweeter after a bloody battle.
I drive my hips between her knees as she twists and grunts like a fucking farm animal.
“Am I crazy? You know the answer to that question, princess.” I circle my fingers around her neck, applying pressure upward just under her jawbone, feeling the bump, bump, bump of her pulse against my palm.
I squeeze, just enough to let her know her life belongs to me now.
I shove my hips higher between her lush thighs as her eyes zero in on mine, nearly breaking my concentration with a heart-splitting smile that almost makes me feel sorry for what I’m going to do to her.
“Are you going to kill me? Or have one of your soldiers do it? Snitches get stitches, isn’t that right, Dad?”
“That’s right.” I grit my teeth against the powerful ache in my chest, flipping her over face down in the sopping wet grass with a squish and a grunt, shifting my body but keeping one hand tight on her windpipe.
I easily battle her curvy frame flat into the wet ground, kneeing her legs apart, ignoring her indignant grunts. I want her down in the mud where she belongs for what’s about to happen.
My dirty little stepdaughter deserves this messy. As I reach down and pull my dick from my pants, I shove her dress the rest of the way over her ass exposing the round mounds of flesh nearly stopping my heart. My feet slide in the slippery grass, giving her a second to push off, scrambling a few inches forward.
“Bad girl.” I knuckle my fist between her shoulder blades as my throbbing dick rests against the crack of her ass. “You feel that? Good ole Dad is going to teach you a thing or two about loyalty. And dicks.”
The fucking sprinklers must have just shut off because her hands are already caked in mud from trying to crawl away.
“What do you want, Pharoah Ramses?” She knows I hate it when she calls me that. “I didn’t tell them anything! I wouldn’t do that.”
God, her womanly ass is hugging my cock. Her cheeks squeeeeezing around it. Begging for it.
The sun glints off her black hair, making it look like threads of silk. Her skin is as white and creamy as my cum, and soon it will be bathed in it.
Her hips move in a battle against my weight, but that only makes my dick harder, longing to be deep inside her hot little untouched paradise.
I release her throat, shoving my hand between the ground and her chest, tracing my fingers down to just above her hip, my fingertips grazing the thin fabric adhesive circle that covers the tiny bump under her skin.
I chuckle. “You won’t be needing that monitor anymore, Little Lamb. I’ve already got what I want from it.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
I ignore the question for now, grabbing a handful of her soft tit, making her hiss and whine as I adjust my hips so my dick squeezes between the tops of her thighs, nestling against that slip of fabric that’s barely covering the heat of her pussy.
A reluctant moan falls from her lips as her body gives up the fight for a split second, and I go nearly blind as the wetness between her legs connects with the top of my shaft. I buck my hips a few times, daring her panties to give way and let me slip inside all that virgin warmth.
“Mom always said you were a monster.” She half moans as I pinch the peak of her nipple and hump between her thighs, the tip of my dick meeting the muddy ground with each thrust.
“Don’t give a fuck what she said,” I tell her, her breathing coming fast and ragged.
I press my chest to her back, her soft little body no match for my size. Then I lick my way up her neck as she burrows her forehead into the sloppy ground.
“Seems your hot little pussy likes monsters. You just gushed all over my dick, even through those teasing-ass panties you have on. Looks like you have a thing for your stepfather’s cock.”
“Ex-stepfather,” she jousts, before adding, “Just do it and get it over with.”
She curses under her breath, but her hips tell a different story as her back arches, her ass raising an inch, desperate for more friction.
“Your needy little clit needs more, doesn’t it?” I lick around her ear as she flips her head back and forth, soft strands of her hair sticking to my tongue. “Getting all sloppy wet. You like it messy, don’t you? Down in the mud like a good little whore, taking it in the ass on the side of a country road.”