Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 42185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
“Fucking hell, girl,” I groan. “You’re so god damn sexy, with that perfect perky ass and those nice pink nipples. You really have been holding out on me.” I tease her breasts as I continue to rub her clit.
She moans, deep in the back of her throat, nearly a purr. “You’ve been holding out on me too, Daddy.”
I laugh softly and turn her around, pushing her back against the desk. I shove my things out of the way as I hoist her up, sitting her down.
She unbuttons my shirt slowly. I continue to tease her pussy as it comes off. When she’s done, I let the shirt fall to the floor as her fingers trace over my muscular frame.
I kiss her neck, fingers plunging into her pussy. She spreads her legs and takes my cock in both hands, stroking me as I stroke her. I love her taste, her smell, the sound of her moaning in my ear.
I want to take my time, want to tease her, take her further than she’s ever been before, but I know I have to take it slow. I can’t push her too far on the first time, and besides, I’m desperate to feel that tight cunt from the inside.
I pull back and push her slightly. She braces herself against the desk as I lift one of her legs up and slowly slide my cock along her slit. She groans as I tease her and I know she’s worried about my size.
I’m not worried. I’m not worried at all. I want to rip her part, fill her deep, make her beg.
I lean over her and kiss her lips as I slowly slide myself inside.
It’s fucking paradise. That’s my first thought. Tight and wet and warm and so fucking good. I fill her slowly, so fucking slowly. She’s moaning, her face half pleasure and half pain, just the way I like it. I hold her hips and kiss her, whispering in her ear.
“This pussy feels so fucking good, Hazel,” I say. “So fucking tight and wet. You grip me like you never want to let go. You don’t want to let go, do you, dirty girl?”
“Never, Daddy,” she says, eyes rolling back.
“Fucking hell, Hazel.” I grab her cheeks, make her look at me as I finish my thrust and fill her. “You’re all mine now. Every fucking inch of you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers.
I kiss her neck and breasts, teasing her nipples with my tongue as I start to slowly slide in and out. I fuck her deep and slow at first, getting her used to my size. She wiggles her hips, riding me, her moans coming soft and fast.
“Shit,” she gasps. “Are we going to break this desk?”
“I’m more worried about breaking you,” I say. “I can replace the desk.”
She laughs and I thrust hard, turning that laugh into a moan. I grind into her and start to fuck her faster, holding her hips, kissing her lips.
I love the sound of her moans and her skin against mine as I start to move faster. I fuck her deeper, rougher, harder. She groans, moans, gasps, and every new noise pushes me further into a fucking frenzy.
I push her back flat onto the desk, breasts bouncing with every new thrust. I put one hand on her throat as I fuck her faster, both legs up on the desktop now.
I pull her off, sliding myself out. I turn her around, push her over, bending her in half. I spank her ass and grab her hips, teasing her pussy from behind before sinking myself deep.
“Fucking fuck,” she groans, half laughing. “Daddy, you’re going to wreck me.”
“Good,” I say, grabbing her hair. “Let me.”
I thrust harder, fucking her deep. She starts to move her hips, pushing back against me. I love the way she grinds against me, so fucking sexy and needy. My cock splits her in half as I thrust faster, hands teasing her breasts, pulling her hair, spanking her ass.
I’m in a complete frenzy now, mind lost to her body and the sensations she creates in me. It’s almost too intense, too much pleasure, but no, there’s no such thing. I can’t hold back, not for my Hazel. Not anymore.
I pull her toward me, fucking her deep, rocking into her. I reach around her hip to tease her clit as I fuck her nice and deep, my lips against her ear, my hand on her throat.
“Controlled,” I whisper. “Every inch of your body is controlled.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she moans. I can tell she’s getting closer by the way she’s panting, just like the last time I got her off. I keep going, moving faster, rubbing and fucking, my hand firm against her throat.
She’s moaning, gasping, groaning. She starts to roll her hips and push back against me. I let her set the pace, control the rhythm. I fall into line with her, thrusting deep and rough, giving her what she needs. She moans and rolls and pushes back.