Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
At the reminder that she’s almost certainly lying about being on the pill, I have to reach down and jack my cock several times. It’s so sensitive. Harder than it’s ever been. My balls feel like they’re in a death grip. Holy shit, I am a bastard. Instead of calling her on the lie and being a decent man, I’m going to lock this girl down so hard, she’ll never question that she belongs to me. I’ll knock her up so fucking good and fast, her head spins.
My nobility has thinned to nothing in the face of her needs.
“You going to make me a daddy, baby?” I grunt without thinking, because who could think with a tongue like hers in his mouth? When she looks up at me with slightly guarded eyes, I realize what I’ve said and rush to correct myself. “Your Daddy, Ayla. That’s who I am, aren’t I? You’ve always known, even if you didn’t understand.”
“I still don’t understand. I just know…I really like when you call yourself that.”
I kiss and lick my way down her body, covering her tits in a sheen with my tongue, wanting her to be sloppy and swollen and covered in me. Wanting to claim the girl who will rule my head and heart until the day I die. “Maybe it’s something I can’t explain to you with words.” I raze her belly with my teeth while unzipping her skirt, tearing it down her legs and throwing it over my shoulder. Now she’s naked except for the silk tank top that’s circling her waist. On a scale from one to ten, she’s a thousand. Jesus Christ. “Maybe I have to show you.”
Bathed in the sunlight, her pussy is like fresh, succulent fruit.
“When I say I’m your Daddy, I mean I’m responsible for you. For everything about you. But especially this.” I run my thumb up the valley of her cunt and watch that little nub peek out at the top, asking for me. So eager. And I’m not capable of making her wait. God no. I bow my head and worship her with a deep lick, teasing her clit with light side to side swipes of the tip of my tongue. “I’m responsible for satisfying this. So well that your legs shake when I get home from work because you need to spread them for me so fucking bad.”
Ayla grows even more wet, right in front of my eyes. Her hips can’t stay still.
“You’re a gift from God, little girl,” I growl against her pussy, rubbing her center with my tongue, testing the tightness of her entrance, my cock starting to drip into the grass in response. Because Jesus, I knew she’d be snug, but I have no idea how I’m going to get more than a few inches inside without hurting her. Maybe it’s impossible. The thought of causing her even an iota of pain makes me want to drown myself in the lake. “I have to tell you something, Ayla,” I say, turning up the speed of my flickering tongue against her clit, keeping at it until her thighs are wrapped around my head and that bud is starting to pulse.
“What is it?” she gasps, yanking at the ends of my hair, pulling me closer, lifting her hips.
“I’ve got a real big dick, baby,” I pant, trailing my tongue back up the middle of her sweet, heaving body, my fist wrapped around the appendage in question. “And you’re awfully tiny. I might have to force it a little the first time.”
“Force it?” she whispers, eyes glazed with lust.
I hum deep in my throat, breathing, trying to keep the beast inside me at bay. Don’t you dare lose control until she’s enjoying herself. What if she doesn’t, though? What if I snap as soon as I’m deep in that lush cunt and I can’t stop to comfort her or make it better? After four years of maintaining strict control, I’m being offered the ultimate feast and I don’t know how I’ll react in the midst of so much pleasure. In the midst of Ayla.
“Shhh,” I breathe against her mouth, tucking the head of my cock up against her entrance and stroking myself in the direction of heaven, grunting and panting like a dog. “Maybe you’ll like getting forced a little,” I groan against her lips, before working my cock head into her tight slot, pressure already starting to bear down on my lower back and loins. I’ve been dreaming of it for four years, never truly accepting that it could happen. But it is. Ayla Barnes, my violent obsession, is on her back with her legs open, asking to get pregnant.
Just fucking asking for it.
I’m plowing deeper before I can stop myself, another inch, another, a few more, until my balls slap off the taut cheeks of her ass, that coveted barrier tears away—and I roar into her neck like a conqueror, memorizing every detail of the moment, absorbing all of it like a sponge. The involuntary pulsations of her pussy. God, she’s wrapped around me so tight, I feel like a criminal. I devour the sight of her staring up at the sky with wonder, her back arched off the ground. But I can’t tell if she’s in awe or in pain.