Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“Oh my God. Oh my God. Please let me come, Daddy. Fill me up with your dirty Daddy seed and breed me, please!” she cries and starts to meet me thrust for thrust as I speed up. My fucking balls have drawn up and every nerve in my body is firing on all cylinders. I am already ready to blow my load, but she needs to come first. I reach down between us and pull my fingers through her wetness and then rub her hard little clit until she’s screaming incoherent nonsense., like she’s possessed by the Devil or something. The pride I feel at this is overwhelming. Her pussy squeezes me harder and harder, and I can’t hold back anymore. I shout her name as I fill her tiny womb with my seed. Getting her pregnant should be the farthest thing from my mind, but it’s all I can think about now. Just the thought has me coming again. Her breath is coming in pants and so is mine as I pull my semi-hard cock out of her and move off of her. Lying down beside her, I drag her to me. “Was that okay?” I look over at her and see that she’s been crying again.
“Yes. You’re such a good girl. Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”
“No. Not at all. These are happy tears.”
“Good,” I reply, relieved.
“When can we do that again?” she asks, dragging her fingernails down my chest.
“Soon, baby. Really soon,” I promise her.
She really is perfection. Is it any wonder that I’m half in love with her already?
“I’m so sleepy,” she murmurs.
“Sleep. I’ll wake you when it’s time to get your brothers from school.”
“Okay,” she says nuzzling into my chest.
I’m never letting her go.
Chapter Four
Jeniveve
When I wake up, I am alone in his big bed, but I hear the shower running in the bathroom. I can’t help smiling. I put my hand up to my throat where he squeezed me while he fucked me. My pussy gets wet all over again thinking about how… serene I felt. I look over at the clock and see that I’ve only been asleep for less than a half hour. I still have about forty-minutes until I have to pick the boys up from school. I get out of bed. My thighs and pussy hurt but in a good way. I walk naked into the bathroom. I step into his shower with him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. I don’t know if this is allowed because I don’t know where we stand, but I want him to crave me just as much as I crave him. How can I have fallen for him so quickly? I sold myself to him. This isn’t based on anything real or lasting. He’ll tire of me and go back to his real life. I’ll do anything to be able to stay with him. I do mean anything.
“Did you enjoy your nap, Kitten?” he asks. It’s almost as if he really cares about me.
“Yes, I did, Daddy. Thank you. I haven’t slept well since my mom died. Girls in group homes are vicious.”
“I bet,” he says, turning to face me. God, he’s got muscles on muscles and the deep v at his hips is mouthwatering. “You never have to go back to somewhere like that.”
“I bet homeless shelters are just as bad,” I whisper. He grabs my face in hands and pulls my face up toward his.
“Jeniveve, you’ll never be in a homeless shelter, not while I’m here to care for you.”
“Why are you being so nice to me? It can’t just be because of the sex.”
“It’s not. You are under my protection now.”
“What does that mean? I don’t know anything about you, yet I feel so safe with you.”
“You are safe with me, Jeniveve. What do you want to know about me?”
“Everything,” I whisper. “But I’ll start with the basics. How old are you? What do you do for a living? I know you’re not married, and you said I’m the only one… but have you seen you? Surely, you have a lover or two whose toes I’ll be stepping on.” He laughs at me again. “Why do you keep laughing at me?”
“I’m not laughing at you. It's laughable that you think I have the time for lovers. I don’t. I’m making time for you because I want you. I’m thirty-seven years old. I’ve never been married. I run a multi-billion-dollar company that buys and sells companies. I don’t drink or do drugs. In fact, I never have, and I never will. My parents were murdered by a drug cartel when I was nine years old. If they had known I was in the house, they wouldn’t have hesitated to kill me too.”
“Oh my goodness,” I say. “You must have been devastated.”