Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
My tongue is so thick, I can barely speak. “Mount you.” I spin her around to face the bed again, guiding her hands to the wrought-iron end rail. “Mate you.”
She tucks her sweet backside into my lap and works it around, those high heels making her the perfect height for teasing. “Like this?”
“Yes,” I groan, reaching around to the front of her pussy to check for wetness—and so much more than that greets me. She’s warm and creamy and small and so smooth, I silently thank the Lord. And then I’m bringing my shaft to that blessed hole and bucking myself clean to the back of her. My thrust is so firm, it lifts her off the ground and when she comes down, she balances on her toes, the front of her hips braced against the wrought iron. “This is how a bull does it on the farm,” I rasp in her ear, driving up between her shaking legs. “How do you like it?”
“I like it. A lot,” she whimpers, tilting her hips, pushing those taut round cheeks up against my stomach, buns jiggling a little every time I pump. “More.”
I close my hands around her tits, palming and stroking them, the pace of my drives beginning to increase out of pure necessity. I’m not going to last much longer. She’s too tight, too perfect. “That’s right. You love Daddy’s bull cock, don’t you, darlin’?”
“Yes!”
God, I love the freedom of being to say whatever comes to my mind while I’m inside of Bianca. She’s not offended by the crudeness. In fact, it only serves to make her wetter, that little hole clamping down around me when I say the D-word. “Run as many times as you want, I’ll keep tracking you down to bull fuck it.” My hands slide up around her throat, fingers tightening until I can feel her swallow, my cock slapping in and out of her snug sex, grinding hard every time I get balls deep. “When you see me coming, you get your panties off, hear?”
“I will,” she cries out. “I will.”
Using my grip on her throat, I pull her back until my mouth meets her ear. “Or you could come home right now, like a good girl, and save us this whole song and dance.” Operating on instinct, I hold her throat tight for a few seconds, before allowing her to gasp for air, my fingers falling to her pussy, strumming that little bud and making her constrict. Making her moan. “You belong with me. You come home now and let me love you. Let me take care of you. Let me keep your hot little cunt satisfied. Ain’t nobody in this city got a bull cock like mine.”
Bianca gasps. “Dusty!”
“What? You’re the one that gave me this confidence, darlin’.” I slam deep and hold, worrying her tiny nub with my middle finger, staying pressed up tight inside of her and tickling that bud until she screams. “Look at my woman. Look at my treasure. A man is bound to get an ego when the princess herself calls him Daddy.”
She’s dancing on her toes now, begging for every thrust, fingers white around the wrought iron. Her thighs are shaking. She’s close.
But suddenly, I really need to see her eyes. So badly that my throat burns.
It’s easy to maneuver Bianca. She just wants to be on my cock, she doesn’t care how it happens. So I pull out long enough to turn her around to face me, boosting her legs up around my waist and sliding into the tightness, watching her titties shake while I fuck her, smacking her up and down on my meat, her flesh still as wet as can be.
“Look at me, darlin’. Let me see your beautiful eyes.” She does what I ask, though her gaze is unfocused, glazed over with lust. “Thought my fields were the best shade of green until I met you. Saw those eyes. Now I know better.”
She makes a catching sound, her legs tightening around me. She buries her face in my shoulder, her little hips rotating, wiggling, rubbing her clit against the trunk of my cock. “Dusty,” she whimpers, licking my tongue. “Dusty.”
I slap her beautiful bare ass, three sharp smacks in quick succession. “Tell me where you’re going to put that cream.”
“On your bull cock,” she whispers shakily. “All over it.”
She hiccups and stiffens, followed by a closed mouth scream and I hold her body tight to my chest as she jerks, muscles spasming in her pussy, setting off shock waves in my brain, my stomach, everywhere. I keep her crushed close in my arms while she erupts, her hips grinding down on me to get every ounce of pleasure that she can, her whines music to my ears.
Damn right I satisfy my girl.
Possessiveness storms through me and I move, stomping around to the side of the bed and pinning her down on the mattress, my lower body pumping like a son of a bitch. Once again, just like last time, I’m being a rough bastard, but she couldn’t possibly open her thighs any wider in welcome. Perfect angel. Sent just for me.