Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“Daddy is so big,” she gasps, her eyes bright. “That’s why it can hold so much come.”
Divine intervention. That’s the only reason I don’t fill her up then and there. “Goddammit, you’re making my fucking legs shake.”
“You’re almost all the way in,” she moans, her cunt flexing around me. “More.”
Hitting my limit for temptation, I fall on Marlow, digging my fists into the mattress and starting to thrust. And I think I know what sex is going to be like from watching porn on occasion, but oh no, no, it’s so much more visceral. Horny and wet and real. The give and take of her flesh, the drag of my thick torso up her smoother, smaller one, the crack of my heavy balls bouncing off her ass, her gorgeous face transforming with awe, my knees dug into the bed, the exertion, the sweat, the desperate kisses we exchange while I drive her, pump by pump, up the bed, the sound of wet slapping filling the room.
“You feel so good,” she sobs, raking her nails down my back, enjoying me even though my full weight is crushing her down. Maybe even because of it. “All of you. All of you is so sexy. You’re mine.”
I lurch a little over the way she claims me so vocally, an unnamed warmth spreading inside of me in a way I don’t expect. I feel sexy in that moment for the first time in my life. I feel fucking incredible. Enough to strip off my shirt and fuck her harder, the bed creaking in tandem with my grunts. “I love being yours,” I blurt into her neck.
“Good,” she whispers, tightening up around me. On purpose. Making me shake violently, caught in her mind-blowing trap, unable to move or I’ll spew. “Because if any other girl even looks at you, I’ll claw out their eyeballs.”
I believe her. I believe her when she says she’s jealous. That I’m desirable. That she only wants me. Because I can feel how fucking soaked she is. I can see her full little titties bouncing around when I start pounding again, my fist wrapped around the top of the headboard. I can see the love in her eyes when she looks at me, and I become an immortal warrior in that moment, seeding his woman. I become a confident and dominant version of who I was before, all because she looked at me and saw more.
I’m flush on top of her delicious body when I feel the end approaching. “Tell me what you are again, baby. I’m ready to unload in this tight little thing.”
She starts to whimper with excitement, her petite body heaving beneath mine. “I’m a come slut. Daddy. I’m a come slut.”
A groan rips through me. “You’re about to be a pregnant one, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Stay still.”
I grind on top of her clit a few times, the slickness of her pussy giving the best friction possible, and she screams through an orgasm, visibly trying to follow my command to stay still but failing because the sensations are too huge, too sweeping, and she starts to thrash. I pin her down harder and let my lust beat me. Let it pummel my loins and gut and shoot fire up the stalk of my erection, bellowing from the release of pain, shuddering uncontrollably as the spasms take over, letting loose a torrent of spend into the opening between her thighs, prolonged grunts raking up my throat.
Oh God. Oh hell. I’m coming hard inside my girlfriend with no condom and we both want it. We look each other in the eye and communicate the possessiveness we’re both feeling. The chemical branding of one another. We revel in it. We burn through the power of what we’ve decided, knowing we were meant to be.
Thanking the fate that brought us together.
And praying it never tears us apart.
Chapter 10
Marlow
With my back pressed against my locker, I look up into Eric’s eyes and wonder how today is Friday and I’ve only known him since Monday. How fast my life has changed in such a short period of time. I’ve gone from lonely to loved. Sad to secure.
Physically unsatisfied to wildly fulfilled.
Well. Fulfilled might be a stretch, because as Eric lovingly points out, I am insatiable. Between my strict parents, his hockey practices and his mother’s work schedule, we haven’t been able to have sex since our first time on Tuesday, but Eric and I have skipped our lunch period for the last three days to make out in the dark corners of the library. All three times ended with me on my knees, so I could get my fix of his come.
The problem is, the more I get, the worse I need it.
“Can we skip last period?” I whisper now, restraining myself from unzipping his pants right there in the school hallway, so I can massage the thickness that barely fits in triple XL briefs. Goodness, I can’t keep my hands off it. “I already miss the salty taste.”