Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“You will not,” I grunt, the rage returning as I shove my hips between her legs, holding her windpipe in my hand as her eyes snap wide, head back, lips open.
What’s my move here?
I’ve got my granddaughter’s throat in my hand, my dick is as hard as the wooden logs of the walls and semen is seeping from the tip, wishing for the warmth of her womb.
“What if I do?” She hisses with the little oxygen my grip allows. A sparkle in her eyes tells me she’s pushing me. Punishing me. Toying and teasing me as she’s been doing for months. “Do you expect me to stay here, locked away with you forever? Maybe I want my own happily ever after with—”
I drive away the rest of that thought with my lips on hers. My hand falling from her throat to rest on top of her thumping heart.
Oh God, what have I done?
I’m kissing my granddaughter.
And she’s kissing me back.
Our tongues touch and it’s like a starter pistol for all the secret lust and desire I’ve been fighting for so long.
I have to stop now before it goes too far…
“I’d kill any man that put his eyes on you,” I seethe, withdrawing for a breath as my chest clenches and my erection grows three sizes like the fucking Grinch of porn.
Her eyes lock onto mine, shimmering gold irises just a rim around her black pupils.
“Such bullshit. Are you jealous? Do you think you fucking own me?”
Fucking mouth on this girl.
It’s going to learn what it was made for. “I’ve never drawn a jealous breath in my life. Until you. Until the day I looked at you and you left childhood behind and ran around here like a teasing brat without a bra with your ass hanging out.”
Her mouth falls open as I reach around and give her hip a hard smack, relief washing through me like warm honey into tea. God, yes, now that’s what she needs.
What I need.
I land another swat, watching the apples of her cheeks turn red and her pupils dilate.
“Really? You’re going to spank me now? I’m eighteen, I think the days of spanking are long gone.”
“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you now that you’re eighteen. Spanking should be the least of your worries.”
“Then, spank me again.” She challenges thrusting her chest out as the devil on my shoulder fist pumps the air.
Oh fuck. I knew it.
She’s as innocent as January snow, but deep down, she’s a hellcat that needs a strong hand and I’m just the Santa to give her the gift she needs.
I’ll be the only one to ever have that honor.
In a flash, I’ve got her hips pulled forward, placing her crotch against the steel bar in my pants. I bend her torso sideways so her ass cheek pulls off the counter, looping my arm around her back, holding her squirming body as I deliver another hard swat to her rear, enjoying her yelps and wiggles.
“Fight Papa all you want, I’ll always give you what you need. That’s what I’ve always done, isn’t it? Given you what you need?”
She twists her head my way and sticking out her tongue. This fucking girl, she’s it. She’s the gift I never knew I wanted, but now I will not live without.
“How do you know what the fuck I need?”
“You’ve been teasing me for months and now you’re gonna be a brat? No problem.” I crack my hand on her ass again.
“Ouch! That fucking hurts!” She’s screaming now, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. The sweet flavor of her kiss is still on my lips, making me rabid.
I pull her upward, sitting her squarely in front of me again, her eyes on fire as I lay down two more swats on her other hip before crushing my lips to hers, my hands like a vice on either side of her face.
Mounting the heat between her legs on my cock, I dry hump against her, grunting with the effort, my tongue driving between her lips as her fragile body melts against the iron hardness of my chest.
Am I really doing this? Am I really the kind of man who would take his own granddaughter and use her for his pleasure out here where she has no other options?
She’s been here in this gilded cage for too long. She has pent-up frustrations and no outlet, I’m just the totem in the way of her surging hormones.
I’m fifty fucking years old. I’m Papa.
She answers my tortured thoughts by bucking her hips against me and digging her fingers into my shoulders. Her tongue meets mine warm in my mouth, turning me into a depraved bastard. My cock shoots higher as her lips slip against mine, our heated breath mingling with our frustrated kiss, her feet with those fucking jingle bell slippers lock around my ass, the tinkling sound accentuating every thrust of my hips.