Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I suction my mouth over hers, pulling on those gorgeous lips. “You love being fucked, don’t you, little girl?”
“You’re making me love it,” she sobs, her small hands tracing along my shoulders, up the sides of my face. “The way you kiss me. The way your hands are everywhere.”
So they are.
I didn’t even realize the way they smooth upward along the graceful swell of her hips, cup and fondle her tits, before eventually sliding under her ass to hold her steady as my drives pick up speed, the bedframe beginning to groan at the assault.
“I have the luckiest hands on this earth,” I mutter against her mouth, burrowing my tongue in between her eager, open lips, her tongue winding around mine with an encouraging whine. “And Jesus Christ, I have the luckiest cock.” She creams a little over that truthful comment, her nails digging into the breadth of my back. “Do you like hearing that? How your pussy is gripping me all the way to the balls? I can feel the clutch of this young-ass cunt in my stomach. Could have come as soon as I felt this pretty little gift between your legs, you came to Daddy so wet and horny.”
Her head is thrashing on the pillows, her eyes glazed over. Surprise has transformed her beautiful features, as though she can’t believe the effect my praise is having.
How it’s working magic on her sexy body.
“It’s…again. I’m going to…”
“Oh hell,” I moan, slapping into her at a galloping pace now, securing her knees in my armpits and folding her in half. Moving in a fucking lather. And I might be banging her brains out now without reservation, but this still isn’t how I planned to take her. It’s not a transaction. Not functional or impersonal. No, we’re looking each other right in the eye, showing each other everything. Every nuance of pleasure, gratitude, vulnerability. I never could have imagined myself doing it…or how full it would make my chest. How much this eighteen-year-old girl would humble me. “Say it,” I beg, thickly. “Pout that lip out and say it.”
She bats her eyelashes at me and juts out her bottom lip. “Come inside me, Daddy. Come inside me deep.”
I only expected one word, but she’s given me more than that.
Too much.
I bellow her name at the slamming headboard and erupt, emptying wet, squelching spurts of seed into her flexing cunt. Watching her visibly luxuriate in my orgasm pushes me to new heights, my abdomen twisting and releasing painfully, flood after flood leaving my body and overflowing her entrance, which I continue to pound, struggling to empty myself completely. It’s endless, the waves of lust that ripple up from my balls and spew from my tip and she makes these excited pleasure sounds every time, lifting her hips for my offering, her drowsy eyes sparkling, as if absorbing my come is an honor.
Finally finished, I drop to her side like a stone, reeling over what has just happened.
What did just happen?
Did I really just…open myself up like that?
What now? How do I close the Pandora’s box of feelings I just opened?
“I guess I should go,” she whispers into the darkness.
No.
Don’t go.
Tell your parents you’re at a friend’s house.
Stay.
All those words get trapped in my throat and I end up sitting on the edge of the bed, tortured over her impending absence, watching her get dressed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she whispers at the door of my bedroom, then turns to leave. I listen to her footsteps travel through the house, the creaking of my front door opening—and I’m off the bed like a shot, wrapping a white sheet around my waist. In the process of Billie putting on her hat, she turns to see me coming and freezes.
I don’t even know what I’m going to do until I get there.
What happens is that I sweep her up off the floor, kissing her with everything lodged in my chest. Everything I can’t say. Don’t know how to say. Don’t understand. I kiss the breath out of her and settle her back down, her smile dazzling.
“Good night,” I say, clearing my throat.
Retreating, with a formal head nod.
“Good night,” she breathes.
I hear her giggling in the driveway, my heart shoots up into my mouth, and I know I have a decision to make. Keep her at a distance. Or go…all in.
Try and make this thing between Billie and I real.
My head is telling me to do one thing, my chest is begging for another.
Unfortunately, my heart is asking a lot from a man who wouldn’t even know where to begin winning over such an incredible girl. Yes. My head wins this time.
But how long do I have before my heart refuses to lose?
seven
Billie
I arrive to Knox’s house the following afternoon, earlier than expected. Not because I rushed through my chores because I was excited to see him or anything like that. No sirree.