Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“What about Sparky?”
“Look outside.”
She turns, glancing out the window, seeing that Sparky has grown bored with us and has decided to start romping in the snow again until it’s dinnertime.
“Pull the curtain and turn the fuck around. Now.”
“I … I don’t think I’m ready.”
“Don’t worry,” I growl, unable to hide the frustration in my voice. “I’m not going to take you. Yet. But it turns out I’m not as strong as I thought I was. And you said you wanted to help, remember? I need those ass cheeks. I need to grind my big thick cock between them and then come all over your back. I need it right now, so don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Okay. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, baby. Just do what you’re told. You’re mine, remember.”
My blood is on fire and I can’t stop it, the need to empty myself rushing in my ears.
Part of me roars to save my seed for her, but the memory of her glistening pussy is too powerful in my mind, the sound of her moans, the taste of her juices.
I lose control when she pulls the curtain shut, grabbing her and guiding her to the chair.
“Bend over,” I grunt, just about able to force the words out.
She does what she’s told – my glorious queen – and sticks those wide hips out, framing her bouncy ass in that skirt. I grab it all and pull it down, trapping her knees together so that her ass is a glorious love heart shape.
“Are you going to bounce for me?” I growl.
“Yes, yes,” she moans. “I want to please you. Like you pleased me.”
“I thought you were supposed to be a virgin,” I tease huskily.
“You bring it out in me,” she whispers. “Please tell me if I’m embarrassing myself.”
“Quiet,” I snarl.
She flinches.
“You can never embarrass yourself with me, you beautiful dirty sinful vixen. You’re too sexy, too gorgeous, too maternal to be able to embarrass yourself with me. Just follow your instincts. Okay?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Okay—yes, I can do that. Yes.”
My cock is guiding me now, the rod of tension in my pants.
Nothing exists, just this hardness, just the iron of my manhood compelling me, making thought impossible.
I stare down at her ass cheeks as I grab my belt and yank it free, pulling my cock out of my pants and then grabbing it at the base. The head is shining with precome, perfect for painting her cheeks.
I stroke it along one cheek and then the other, leaving a glimmering trail.
“Are you going to make me explode?” I snarl, leaning down so that I can slot my cock between her ample ass cheeks, more than enough there to grip onto my cock, the friction already making me growl deeply.
“Yes,” she moans.
“Look at me,” I command.
She turns her face over her shoulder, hair spilling down her back. Her eyes are wide and her lips are pursed, her expression downright fucking heavenly.
“Good,” I snap. “Now bounce.”
“Like this?” she murmurs, shifting her hips like she was made for it.
Her ass cheeks bounce up and down on either side of my shaft, rubbing with fleshy friction. I push on her flesh harder, squeezing my cock firmer and firmer each moment with her made-for-it flesh.
“Yes,” I snarl. “Faster, Dakota.”
“Like this, baby?” she moans. “Am I doing it right?”
“Y-yeah,” I growl. “Faster, as fast as you fucking can. And moan for me. Moan for the man who owns you.”
“Always,” she cries.
I stare down, completely captivated, as that pale creamy ass bounces up and down, up and down, the motion of it making it impossible to look away.
Her moans dance and twitch in the air just the same, fueling the crescendo of my need.
Liquid fire surges up and down my massive ten-inch length, every single millimeter setting ablaze, my whole body, my whole consciousness, everything in me focusing in on the way her flesh reverberates with each bouncing motion.
“Fuck,” I snarl, a stream of come spraying all over her ass cheeks and her lower back, a hot stream of it firing so that the very tip of my cock buzzes.
“Oh, God,” I groan, the lust cooling down, my thinking faculties returning to me.
I step back, letting out a shivering breath.
“Well, there goes saving it for your womb,” I murmur, and then let out the laugh of a madman.
Dakota meets my eye and begins to giggle, and soon both of us are laughing like crazy, lost in this magical thing, this connection.
I pull up my pants and shake my head slowly.
“I thought you were going to run when I told you how I really felt,” I say.
“No,” she murmurs. “Because—Well, this is crazy. But I feel exactly the same way.”
“What?”
“Just let me clean this off,” she laughs. “And then we can talk.”
Chapter Fourteen
Dakota
We sit at the kitchen table as Sparky devours a bowl of food, his tail wagging frantically.