Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Fat tears start to dance on her cheeks as I pump my hips in and out, giving her little breathing room between each stroke. I pull at her hair, opening up her throat to feed her more of my dick, my balls starting to smack on her chin as she wiggles and her tits bounce.
“Get your hand between your legs. I know that pussy is sloppy and ready for me. Your tears make me harder. I can’t stop thinking of how sweet you taste.” I’m mouth fucking her hard as she struggles to stay on her knees, nearly crumbling to the floor, but my hands are tangled in her hair at the sides of her head, keeping her where I want her.
I speed up my strokes, then slow down, wanting to feel every nuance of her mouth, listening to her stuttered breathing.
“You like when Daddy forces himself on you. You like being taken hard, like a dirty slut, crying and choking, while deep down you have to admit how much you like it. How much you want me to take what’s mine, no matter what you say.”
Her hand slips through the gap of the boxers and the movement of her fingers makes wet, sloppy sounds.
“I hear your pussy answering for you. Saying, ‘I like when Daddy forces me. I like when he holds me down and puts his cock inside me, tells me to be quiet and take what I have coming’. I hear it. I smell it.”
Her eyes are wide, focused on me, and all the while her throat is taking it like a champ.
“Shove two fingers inside. I want you good and ready for what’s coming next.”
The depraved thoughts and words come from a part of me that I didn’t know I had. Fay doesn’t fight, she seems to be connected to me on this journey, and as harsh as I’m treating her, in my heart all I feel is love.
Fucking love.
“I’m going to fill your belly, baby. First, down your throat, then, right up against your womb. Choke on it!” I bark as I shove myself down, down, beyond the point she deserves. Her tears turn to violent sobs vibrating around my girth, down my shaft and into my balls. “You’re doing so good, you get your prize now.”
I blow, in a long hot burst down her throat. The muscles in my back and thighs turn to knots, the orgasm blasting through me, blinding me for a long moment. If it wasn’t for the way I have my dick lodged in her windpipe, holding me steady at my center, I’d be on my knees with her.
Her slick, thick spit mixes with my hot load, hanging in long strings from her chin, glistening down her tits, but oh, God.
When I come back to her, I hear it.
Feel it.
Her fingers are slapping and working her sex, her own orgasm winding her up and letting her go as I withdraw from her gaping, stretched lips.
She goes off with those unfocused doll-like eyes.
“Daddy,” she croaks, swaying and moaning as she starts to shake and jerk. “I want my Daddy.”
Fuck, I don’t lose one bit of my hardness, and in an instant I’ve got her over my shoulder, stomping toward the bedroom where I spent many long nights years ago, contemplating my life and future.
Never did I imagine I’d be here now, ready to throw my future wife down on the very bed where I’d slept. Ready to fuck a baby into her belly while she looks up and begs for Daddy to not hurt her anymore.
Jesus, it’s a beautiful, perverted sickness she’s awakened in me, and there’s no putting it to bed ever again.
I drop my pants, then yank the boxers from her legs, leaving her spread wide and fully on display for me. I fall to my knees and slide my tongue against her, making sure she’s primed and ready for what’s about to happen.
A rush of her sticky sweetness meets my eager tongue, and her cries mingle with my own moans as I look up to see her tits heaving, fingers twirling her nipples, head lolling to the side. The softness of her body hypnotizes me.
“So fucking perfect. My little girl is perfect,” I moan into her slick opening. “No other girl will ever be as beautiful as you.”
She’s soaking and pulsing, as ready as she can ever be for what’s happening. So I’m back on my feet, fisting myself in slow strokes, and it’s time to stake my claim.
“Other girls,” she mumbles, and some of the glee fades from her eyes as she pulls a shoulder to her ear. “You’ll have other girls, besides me?”
The question is so ludicrous, it almost doesn’t register, but the devastation that marches across her face gives me focus.
“Girls? You think I’ll want other girls?” I shake my head, the idea that I’d ever look at anyone else so outrageous, I’m almost numb at the thought. “The minute you took that stage, there were no other girls in the world in my eyes. I’m wrecked. You own my balls, my dick, my heart…whatever other part of me you want, baby. Daddy only has eyes for his baby. But you should understand, there will never be anyone but me for you. I’ll end anyone that tries.”