Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
OH SHIT.
My heels dig into the ground, and I shake violently, velvet screwdrivers digging into the bottom of my spine and twisting deep. “Stop! Don’t call me that or I’m going to blow!”
Green eyes lighting up like sparklers, she lifts her hips, riding to the tip of my cock, before plunging and scooping back down, pulling her knees up and slowly grinding on me. “I think you can get deeper first,” she whispers, leaning back, her nude body writhing in front of me, arched, in the hottest show on earth. “But you might have to be rough about it. Daddy.”
I charge to my feet like a bull, stumbling sideways, hitting the wall.
Righting myself while my pulse riots in my veins, my ears.
I spy a door and yank it open, finding a small, elegant bathroom.
In a split second, we’re inside, and I’m smacking her ass down on the sink, ripping her to the edge and pounding her silly. I wish I couldn’t see myself in the mirror, ramming my dick into this girl whose head barely reaches my chin, but there’s no stopping. There’s only rutting this temptation in the flesh who called me Daddy. Who sucked me off like the taste of my salty musk was her salvation. Who clings to the lapels of my tuxedo jacket and spreads her silky thighs for my assault now, head back, whimpering for it harder.
God help me.
I don’t know what comes over me.
I wrap my hand around her throat and choke her, grinding and holding myself as deep as I can go, rearing back and slamming into her—hard—and she screams, using her hold on my lapels to climb me, circling her hips on my erection while she shudders and spasms through her orgasm. It takes so much out of her that I have no choice but to fuck her limp body against the wall of the bathroom for a full minute until I ejaculate, my forearms hooked beneath her thighs to hold her open.
It feels wrong to pump into her so hard when she’s so drowsy. So depleted.
But infinitely right, too.
Because her cunt is still soaked. Her expression full of love, encouragement.
Rapture.
“Barry,” she moans, watching me in the throes, my lower body rippling and clenching, my thoughts a total blur of anything but the pleasure Petra gives me.
“Petra,” I growl back, mind blown. Totally overcome.
Owned by the girl, body and soul.
It’s not until I’m pulling her off the wall and rocking her in my arms do I remember.
We didn’t use a condom.
She stiffens, seeming to realize our lapse in judgment at the same time. “Oh, Barry.” Her eyes fill with tears. “I’m so sorry. I—I forgot. I wasn’t thinking straight. I’m sorry.”
Okay. Her level of distress catches me off guard. Why does she seem more upset on my behalf, instead of her own? “I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
“No…I think…”
She trails off with a sniff, but I nudge her chin back up. “You think what?”
A beat passes as she studies me, solemnly. “I think maybe I n-needed you to come inside me. I don’t feel as lonely when you do and maybe…subconsciously, I wanted us to forget to put one on,” she whispers. “But I promise I won’t make a problem for you if we…if I…” She shakes her head. “I won’t be a repeat of what happened to your mother.”
I rear back, astonished. “My mother? Who told you about that?”
“Your grandmother. And I’m glad she told me your mom was left behind pregnant and alone, so I could be extra careful. I know how important it must be to you not to father any unwanted children. Of course you wouldn’t want to do that.”
“This is why you’ve been so worried about the condom breaking.” As the realization dawns, I find myself utterly relieved to understand her behavior. Her emotions. “Petra, this could never be another situation like my parents had. Because I would never leave you to raise a baby alone. No baby we made would ever be unwanted, either.” I hold her tight, rocking her in my arms. Almost terrified to ask my next question. To hear her answer. “If you end up pregnant, it won’t be so scary, right? I’d support you.”
I’ll marry you. Raise our child with you as my wife. Give you everything under the sun.
If you let me be there. If you let me do more than give financial assistance.
Biting her lip, she nods. “Okay.” She snuggles into me, her fingers trailing down to my stirring cock to trace the purpling tip with a featherlight touch. “I guess since you already came inside me once, it wouldn’t hurt to do it…more. Just for tonight?”
“Oh God,” I groan, my blood going south again. “Yes. We can’t have you feeling lonely, princess. If you need my come, I’ll give you as much as I can make.”