Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Her hands smack down next to each hip and grip into the edge of the mattress where her ass dangles, where we are connected. She begins pulling herself in pulses against me, hardening each stroke and driving me so deep the tip of my dick battles against her cervix.
She whimpers as I watch her tits bounce and sway with each undulation of her body, and I’m hypnotized by the sight.
“Is this good, Daddy? Am I doing it right?” She pulls her body back and forth, spreading her legs even wider with what looks like gratitude in her eyes.
“So good, baby. So very right. You’ve learned so well. That’s how a good babygirl fucks her daddy. Makes him happy. Makes him pleased.” I grit out the words, moving my hands to her knees, pressing them up and outward for my view as she fucks her drenched cunt harder and faster onto my cock.
Her mouth opens, like she wants to say something, but no words follow. Only an arch of her neck. Satin blonde hair in a mess of a golden halo around her head and shoulders. Skin so white I dare say the sun has never had the pleasure of touching her.
And lips. God, those lips.
Full and stained with a color that reminds me of a fresh raspberry. And Christ, don’t get me started on her scent. It’s sex and cotton candy and fresh linen in the summer breeze.
“You want to come?” I watch the flicker in her eyes, turning them white as they roll back. Her inner thighs start to quiver with the effort to restrain what’s coming.
“Yes.” She starts then quickly meets my eyes correcting herself. “I mean, please, Daddy, please yes please.” The word drifts out on top of a moan as a tear traces from the corner of her eye. I need it as much as she does, so finally I set her free.
“That’s a goodgirl.” Pride fills my heart knowing this amazing creature belongs to me. “Come for me, Babybear. Come for Daddy. Do it now. Now.”
Her pussy muscles contract and for a split second, like it’s my life flashing before my eyes, I remember why I shouldn’t be here.
All the reasons she shouldn’t be with me. Why no one should be with me.
My life isn’t a place for attachments. It’s dangerous for me and it’s dangerous for her.
Like always, I fight to block it all out. There has to be a way. A way for us to be right.
Together. Safe.
I’ll figure it out, but right now I need this.
“Come with me, Daddy. I want it inside me.” She whimpers, looking directly into my soul with eyes the color of milk chocolate and lust. It brings me back to the moment and I shake away the other bullshit for the moment.
The red sunset through the window glows like fire in the dark of her pupils, reminding me how late it’s getting, how soon I’m going to have to leave. But I’ll take the memory of those eyes with me when I go, the way they’re looking at me right now. I get hard just thinking of her eyes no matter where I am or who I’m with, but I don’t care.
There’s a saying: Brown eyes are just brown eyes until you love someone with brown eyes.
Fuck if that isn’t the truth.
I try to hold back a little longer, to exercise that same control I use every day in my work. But she adds, in a voice so thick with desire each word feels like another lock binding us together, “Your cum, Daddy. I need it inside me—”
And I’m done.
“Now. Baby, now, again, cum with me.” I explode, my balls seizing and pumping my hot release into her tiny body below me.
We come in unison on a heaving shudder. I come so hard, lights dance in my eyes and I lose my vision, worried for a moment that I might collapse. My hands grip tight to her lush hips as her body lifts off the white bedding and she twists and cries out like I’m tearing something from her body.
I am.
Her soul.
Because I have to have it. I move one hand and rub my thumb over her clit, pulling more of her pleasure from her as my still-hard cock drives in and out, unwilling to give way to just one orgasm.
She cums again quickly, tumbling over the first. And again, one trembling orgasm crashing against the next until her body quivers from head to toe and I finally ease up, satisfied I’ve taken all she can handle.
“Shhhh.” I try to soothe her as she fights for each breath. Her thighs shaking as she gasps.
Panic rises in her eyes and her arms fly out to her sides, flailing at anything and nothing.
Her eyes widen in fear as the orgasms fail to stop and topple, one over the other, leaving her helpless under me.