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)
“Rub your clit,” I order, as my balls start to tingle and I know I’m not going to last long this way. I’ve come so many times since I took her last night I should last longer, but fuck, she feels so good wrapped around my girth.
I watch her hand moving between her legs, then the movement of her arm, the shift of her shoulder as she plays with herself.
“That’s such a sexy, good girl. Horny for me. Fuck, how does your pussy get tighter? When you touch your clit, your little greedy cunt gives my cock a tight hug.”
I look down where my dick is impaling her and it’s so obscene: huge compared to her small body; along with the way it spreads her pink, silky opening until it looks like it’s going to rip wide open.
My balls are already tight, ready to deliver, as her hand moves faster and faster, inching her toward her own release. I reach up and grab her shoulders, shoving her body down onto my upward thrusts, driving the air from her lungs in puffs.
The head of my dick is stabbing into her cervix. I’m so deep I’m going to be up inside her womb if I’m not careful, but that thought only makes me want to fuck into her harder.
“Come with Daddy, baby. I’m so close, I’m going to come inside you. Daddy wants to breed his babygirl.”
My words elicit another gripping from her inner walls as I grunt, barely holding on.
I slip one hand down her back, around her hip, then top her fingers with mine and we work her clit together.
“Show me what feels good, princess. Daddy wants to know how to make you happy like you make him.”
“Like this,” she whispers, our slick fingers webbing together as one, and she starts moving my hand in rhythm with hers. “Ahhh, God, Daddy, it feels so good. You’re growing inside me, I can feel it.”
“Yes, baby, because I’m so close, but I’m not coming until you do. I want us to do it together, so rub yourself. Then tell me when you’re ready.”
I don’t stop my thrusts until I feel the gush of wetness drench our hands and she throws her head back into my shoulder. “Now. God, I’m ready now…”
“Say please,” I grit out, grinding my teeth together as my cum is already moving up my shaft.
“Please. Pleeeeeease, Daddy!” Her voice shakes and breaks as she falls over the edge.
My first hot squirt is milked by her orgasm. She works her hips back, fingers still moving through the wetness on her clit as she bucks and I reach around her waist to keep her from collapsing, wondering who’s going to keep me from doing the same.
Wave after wave of my release fills her tiny cunt as I lift her feet from the deck, holding her mounted on my cock like a limp doll as I step backward, dropping my ass into a cushioned outdoor loveseat and nearly pass out from the intensity of my orgasm.
I can’t breathe, white lights flicker behind my closed lids as she lays her back against my chest and I try to find my center.
After a moment, she lifts her feet so her heels are on the edge of the cushions as she sits up tall, the elegant arch of her back accentuated, leaning forward, her locked arms braced on my thighs just above my knees.
I run a finger down the indent of her spine, her ribs standing out with each heavy breath she takes.
“Are you mine, babygirl?”
She tucks her chin to her shoulder. “All yours.”
“Good girl, because I’m keeping you forever.”
We stay like that, secured together with the breeze on our naked skin for a long moment, then she shifts her hips, rocking into my still-hard dick.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Can we do it again? Like this? Please, Daddy?” She lifts her hips, sliding my cock halfway out, then pushes her round cheeks back down into my groin and I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat.
“Yes,” I manage. “Yes, since you said please.”
CHAPTER 12
KEZIA
“I’m not sure which one to choose.” I look around at the multitude of outfits laying all over the table and dressing room in the little boutique.
“You don’t have to choose. Get them all.” Merrick has been watching me for a good hour as I try on clothes, modeling each outfit for him as he sits like a king in the chair, admiring his princess.
“I can’t get them all,” I say, my heart pounding.
I’ve never really shopped before. I mean, here and there in life we’ve gone to stores, but never have I had a chance to just try on clothes I liked, let alone think I might even get to buy one or two.
I flip over the price tag on the daisy-yellow silky sundress I have on, and my eyes go wide.