Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I’m not gentle even though I should be. I know she’s sore from last night, I know she probably needs a day or two to recover, but I’m a selfish bastard and I don’t stop. I’ve waited for so long to have her, and now that I’ve gotten a taste, I can’t get enough.
Our eyes meet in the mirror, and I give her a cocky grin. “You like it. Don’t you?”
Her cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Yes.” It comes out like a whine, but I love the sound of it.
“You want to cum on my dick?” I grunt in pleasure when I feel her getting wetter.
“Yes.” She spreads her legs wider.
I reach for her, making her lean back against me, and put a foot on the dresser. At this angle, she can watch my cock thrusting between her legs while I rub her pussy.
“Look at that.” I use my fingers to spread the lips of her cunt. “You love it, baby girl. You’re dripping all over me because you love it so much.”
“Nash, please,” she begs.
“I want you to remember this the next time you try to run from me.” Her eyes lock with mine, and she stills. “You want my cock inside you. You want me to fuck you endlessly and fill you with my cum.” She’s silent as I go harder. “Do you see how hard you’ve made me? It’s your fault my cock is so full. And now I have to chase you down to get it under control.”
“I’m s-sorry.”
“Tell me you love me,” I growl in her ear.
“I love you.” She’s fast to say it this time. “I love you, Nash.”
“Tell me you’re mine.” I press my fingers against her clit, and she gasps.
“I’m yours. I promise, I’m yours.”
“Then you better not ever run from me again.” I keep rubbing her clit as I bring my other hand to her throat. I squeeze it just enough to get her attention. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
The single word makes my eyes snap to hers as I thrust hard one last time. Cum pours out of me, and I watch as her own orgasm hits at the same time. I’m pumping my seed into her, and she clenches, trying to take it deeper.
It’s so intense I see spots in my vision, but I hold her steady, petting her gently to stretch out her pleasure. My body shudders as she milks the last drop, and I have to force myself to stay standing.
When it’s over, I pull out, and there’s a sound like a pop of suction because she’s still so fucking tight. I’ve left a sticky mess between her legs, and I grin as it coats the inside of her thighs. She reaches for the towel to clean herself off, but I shake my head.
“Leave it. I want you to remember this all day.” I pull her against my chest and kiss her forehead. Then I touch under her chin so she tilts her head back to look at me. “And when I pick you up from school, you can show me how much you missed me.” I drag my thumb along her bottom lip before I bend down and give her a quick kiss. “Now hurry up so you can have a proper breakfast before school.”
I stride out of her room, already counting down to when I can touch her again.
Chapter Fifteen
GOLDIE
I’m not sure what has shifted, but there’s a change. I can sense it all around Nash and me. His whole demeanor is different, and each word he speaks drips with possession. His hand rests on my bare thigh, and this touch is different too. It’s protective, but there’s an ownership behind it.
It’s strange for him to boss me around, but it’s because he’s taking care of me. Of course he seems to get all kinds of enjoyment out of it. This morning I had to sit in his lap while eating breakfast. He even fed me almost every bite. When I tried to stand up to grab my things, I thought for a moment he wasn’t going to let me go. I'm wondering what he’ll do now as we pull up to my school.
Nash's thick fingers press firmly into my flesh. I’m telling myself that he’s not obsessed with me, but all the signs are there. I’m enjoying all of this far more than I should, but it’s just sex. He’s helping me, and he happens to be good at turning me on.
"Don't make me chase you down." The car is rolling to a stop, and Nash gives me a stern look.
"You think I'm going to run?" I probably should run before this blows up in our faces. It would mess up everything for our parents.
"Don't." Why is he so pissy? Shouldn’t he be happy after the sex we had this morning?