Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
She bites her bottom lip, lowering her eyelashes. “I’m so sorry, Daddy.”
My broken groan echoes through the park before I stifle it with determination.
We fall into these rolls like we were born for them and nothing has ever felt more right. More inevitable. I’m the man in her life. I fill all the roles and fulfill all the needs. No questions. No negotiations. “Do you want me to spend the day with sopping wet briefs, little girl?”
“No,” she whispers, shyly.
Finding it hard to catch a good breath now, I drop my hands and shakily lower my zipper, prying my thick, turgid cock through the opening, beads of sweat popping up on my forehead over seeing it more engorged than ever before. Pained and swollen, veins beating root to tip. “Turn around, yank up that slutty skirt and pull your ass cheeks apart. You’re going to sit in my sperm on the way home and think about what you did.”
Hiccupping with surprise, with excitement, July turns to face the wall and we both pull her skirt up to her waist, her panties shoved down to her knees with one flick of my wrist. And then, my God in heaven, she follows orders by grabbing a butt cheek in each hand and drawing them wide, and son of a bitch, I’m DONE, my wad hits that little pink bullseye like we’ve been playing naughty target practice for years, load after load of milky white spend spurting into that tight crevice and slipping down, down, down, some of it dripping onto the ground, some of it sliding right around to her cunt and painting it shiny.
I don’t even have to jack off. I’m hands free, the tip of my cock tucked up against that pucker, aiming and firing while my hands roam up the graceful dips of her sides and around to her tits, slapping and squeezing them, tugging on her hard little nipples, spending and spending all over her back entrance, my gut damn near on fire from the abundance of vibrating relief she gives me, this perfect woman.
“Christ. Christ. Look how much you make me spill, baby. Actually putting my cock inside of you might be the death of me.” I drag my open mouth up the side of her neck into her hair, baring my teeth against her skull. “But God, I need to so bad. I need to build a tolerance for you so I can dominate my little girl like the devil intended. Spread you open, use you rough, then clean you up afterwards. Rock you in my arms. Don’t you want that?”
“Yes,” she sobs, the valley of her backside overflowing with my offering now and still she tilts her hips for more, as if she’s fertile ground and I’m a storm after a drought. I latch onto her smooth neck with my teeth and deliver the final dregs of my need, panting and moaning as I slip my fingers around to her pussy, finding it coated in my spend, making me want to pound my chest like an ape.
I trace my fingers through the slipperiness and gather it to her clit, pressing and rubbing gently, gently, until her hips start to rock back into my lap, her hands relinquishing their job of keeping her bottom pried apart, her palms flattening on the wall while I stimulate her…and fuck, she is stimulated, her breathy gasps of my name making me feel like I’m soaring ten miles above my body.
“I’m going to finger some of my come into you, baby. Not far enough to pop your cherry. Just enough to stop me murdering every man we pass on the way home.”
“W-why will that stop you m-murdering them?”
“Your panties and pussy full of my sperm will put me in a good mood, that’s why.” I can’t control the jealousy and rampant possessiveness that lances me like a blade. I’m biting into her neck enough to draw blood and I can’t stop myself. This tight cunt is mine. These thighs, her face, her laugh, her fucking insides are mine. And she knows it’s true, because the more spend I finger into her snug hole, the harder she breathes, the more her privates begin to quicken and grip my digit. “Good girl, July. Good. Leave all that pretty pleasure on Daddy’s fingers. You earned an orgasm in that tiny skirt, didn’t you? You earn it just by waking up and breathing. By keeping this pussy so sweet while I was away.” I massage her swelling nub faster with my middle fingertip, smiling darkly into her neck when she starts to dance on her toes, whimpering brokenly. “It’s not going to be that way much longer. The next time your beautiful young cunt is full of come, it’ll be because my bastard cock put it there.”