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)
For several seconds, there’s nothing but her wheezing breaths.
Then, “The land. Free and clear.” Her fingers curl on the table. “We’d own it.”
Smart girl.
She’s so brave and smart.
Even in the middle of whatever heaven/hell is happening here, she’s thinking on her feet, refusing to be intimidated by me. Lord, I’m in love with her. There. I have admitted it. I am beyond loving her, even. This is tantamount to obsession.
“Done,” I say, lowering my zipper. “You’ve seen this done on the ranch, haven’t you?” I guide my cock to her sweet, slippery entrance and thrust myself in deep without preamble, all the way up to my balls, gritting out a vile curse while she screams, her fingernails raking the table. The tight silk of her arrests every muscle in my body, the beautiful profile of her face ripping at my heart. “Just a quick, crude fuck to breed a female. Nothing more.”
I gather her wrists at the small of her back, manacling them, and I pound into her dripping little hole, my head falling back on a silent, strangled moan. After a full minute of slick rides through her snug passage, I am choking with the need for skin-to-skin contact with her. I am sick without it. I can’t continue robbing such immense pleasure from her body without loving and praising her in some way. It’s as if my soul won’t allow it.
I take her pinned wrists and move them on the table, holding them down on either side of her head. Leaning over her fully, my hips never cease their rut, but my heart sighs over the feel of her back to my chest, her taut ass cheeks tucked into my abdomen. And I can hear her breathing now, from this closer position. I can hear her halting mewls of enjoyment.
“I bet you thought that dress was pretty when you bought it.” I pummel her little cunt against the hard edge of the table, rocking the legs of the furniture on the floorboards. “All it did was make you look young and ripe for breeding.”
I’m studying her profile, watching her bite her bottom lip until it bleeds.
But I know she’s not in pain, because the squelching sounds are proof that she’s aroused, as is the eager tilt of her hips, the separation of her thighs. They’re her wordless ways of asking for my dick to go deep.
“Go on,” I rasp, raking my mouth up and down her ear. “Tell me you don’t want to carry Daddy’s baby.”
She refuses to speak, so I get rougher, entering her with increased force.
“I want Daddy’s baby!” she screams.
There it is. That’s why her lip is bleeding. She was biting back that confession.
Her voice is ringing with truth. She wants this. She wants to get pregnant by me.
She wants this aggression. The way she’s creaming on my cock tells the tale.
“Let me ask you a question, little girl.” I release he right wrist from where I have it pinned on the table. I wrap it around her delicate throat, instead. “Do you love fucking in spite of the fact that your pussy pays the mortgage or because of it?”
A moan bursts out of her.
Her back begins to heave underneath me.
The heaven between her thighs cinches up around me in a rhythm.
Her feet start to shuffle around on the floor.
“D-Daddy. Daddy?” she hiccups. “It’s happening again!”
Oh fuck. She’s coming.
She’s coming hard, too, her cunt grinding around me with a pressure that makes me temporarily blind. “Mother of God,” I belt out, walloping her now. Thrusting for broke. Entering her with so much aggression, her feet lift and lower to the floor with every stroke. “You make me a son with this load, little girl. Do you understand me?”
She tightens another millimeter. Screams. “Yes!”
And then I’m flattening her to the table to surface to keep her from flailing, her throes are so intense. Wetness rushes around my cock, squishing and dripping from her occupied hole, splashing onto me, and hell, the physical proof of her ecstasy makes me pop, my whole body convulsing and shaking as I spray down the walls of her womb with my sperm, rolling and grinding my hips to make sure every droplet finds the deepest regions of this angel. My angel. By the time we’ve both spent ourselves, I’m hoarse from shouting and every muscle in my body is strained, sore.
I remain on top of her while we catch our breath, sweat drying on our bodies.
I turn my face into her fragrant neck, my lips begging to rub in her texture, but…
Do I deserve that?
Do I deserve to kiss and cuddle Billie after the way I’ve treated her tonight?
She might have found pleasure, but I reduced her to an object. A payment. And I get the sense that her body, and her attraction to me, betrayed her.