Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
“Atta girl,” he grits out, a sweat already building on his forehead. “Atta girl.”
He hasn’t seen anything yet.
Surging forward I bury my teeth in his neck and grind my hips down, “Please,” I whine, rotating my hips in slow circles, his groans of bliss only encouraging me. “I want your sperm, Daddy. Please. I need it in my pussy.”
He shouts a triumphant epithet at the ceiling. “I’ve got two balls full of it for you, angel,” he says, hoarsely. “Keep riding.”
“I can’t stop,” I whine through my teeth. “I’ve never been able to stop.” I fuse my mouth to his in a frantic kiss that I mimic with my body movements. “Not since you showed up and taught me how a real man treats a young lady.”
His head falls back on a full body roar, his hips starting to pump up, up, up, bouncing me up and down with loud slaps of our laps, our thighs.
There it is.
This is what he needs.
“I needed my real Daddy,” I pout, baby talking while I lick his neck collarbone to jaw, bathing his ear in my labored breaths, wondering if he hears my pulse pounding out of control for him. Only him. Until the end of time. “Now I’ve got you deep inside of me. In my body. In my heart. You’re all I need.”
“Say that again,” he says, raggedly, lunging out of the chair, taking two strides and slapping my butt down on the desk, his peak streaking toward us like a comet. I feel it. I feel it in the swell of his sex as it frantically finds its home inside of me, cramming to the hilt, his sex already beginning to leak and jerk like a live firehose. “Again.”
“You’re all I need.” I start to chant what he needs to hear, purring happily when his thumb rubs my clit in gentle circles that gradually become firmer. Faster. “You’re all I need. You’re all I need.”
He must feel the truth of those words, or see the utter dedication to him in my eyes, because he stiffens and climaxes with a roar of my name, filling me full of his hot seed, that final revolution of his thumb shooting me into outer space where I float, float, reaching for Joel, knowing he’ll always be there to hold me. Ground me. Love me.
“You’re all I need, too, angel,” he says thickly into my hair, kissing my face in several different spots, like I’m his precious treasure, running his hands over every inch of my body. “My love. My life. My Haylo.”
“Your Haylo,” I say, kissing his lips. “Forever.”
THE END