Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“Oh yeah, your cunt’s ripe. Daddy knows a ripe cunt when he smells it,” he rasps. “And that cunt’s gonna be fucked, baby, fucked within an inch of its life.”
His big body flies into motion then, literally tearing his shirt like he’s the Incredible Hulk. His pants are off in a New York second and my breathing stops then, eyes wide. Because for the first time, I get a sight of that cock, the fully erect fuckpole.
Oh my god. He’s huge.
My mouth goes dry, eyes goggling.
More than huge. Massive. Standing at attention like a rod ready to do business.
And I give in utterly, insides dissolving, becoming a mewling mass of female hunger, luscious curves and wetly creaming cunt. I want him, and all I can do is sit on the bed, quivering, staring hungrily at the heavy missile.
“Cat got your tongue?” he says in a low rasp, blue eyes gleaming. “Cat got baby’s tongue?”
I gulp before meeting that fierce gaze. And giving into my dark side, I lean back again, spreading my legs, and pull my labia apart once more, offering him my all.
“Right here, Daddy, right here,” I coo, showing him my inner channel, the pink glistening and so wet. “Right here.”
Where the fuck are these words coming from? Where in the world did I learn to behave like a whore, showing him my interior channel? Oh god, but he stares at me then, eyes burning before covering my soft form with his hard one.
“Fuck yeah, Daddy’s gonna take,” he rasps, that hard pole pressed right against my soft wet mound. It’s so good. My skin sizzles at the contact, pussy lips parting lengthwise around his dick, dripping onto his shaft, riding him in a dirty camel toe.
But I can’t say anything because Robert’s kissing me passionately again, tongue seeking and greedy, going deep and deeper still. And as his mouth works furiously against mine, strong hands push my thighs apart. Wide, even wider, so that he can fit in between.
I gasp into his mouth, eyes going big. Oh my god, it’s gonna happen. It’s absolutely gonna happen, and like he can read my mind, Robert grunts.
“Are you on anything?” he pauses heavily, looking up for a moment.
I stare back at him, dicktip already at the entrance of my channel, nudging my folds, spreading my pussy lips apart.
“No,” I gasp, body trembling. “No.”
But I want him so bad that the whore inside takes over again. Because with a mewl and a cry, I grind my hips forward, trying to get his shaft in me.
“But it doesn’t matter Daddy,” I pant, seizing the base of his cock with a small hand and literally trying to pull it into my pussy. “It’s okay,” I beg, writhing and twisting. “Please, please, don’t stop, please put it in.”
And the big man does. Maybe it’s because I’m so slutty, maybe it’s because I’ve already got him a quarter inch inside, but with a roar, the alpha thrusts forward, embedding himself firmly in my folds.
A scream escapes my throat as I clutch those broad shoulders. Oh god, I’ve been fucked! There’s a sharp sting in my pussy which makes me cry out again, big boobies bobbling, and I squirm, uncomfortably impaled on that huge rod.
But Robert holds utterly still, that massive chest shaking with his cock buried to the balls in my cunt, twitching reflexively.
His breathing is labored, that masculine frame literally vibrating with lust. But he pauses.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” comes that raspy voice. One big hand seizes my chin, forcing me to look into blazing blue eyes. “Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
I cry out again, unable to help myself. This conversation is crazy, I’ve literally got his cock inside, and yet he wants to talk? But I know what it’s about, and the words come babbling out.
“You wouldn’t have believed me,” I rush, the ache in my pussy so delicious, my warm folds spread and pulsing. “You wouldn’t have believed that I was a virgin,” I try again.
Robert’s unmoving, those blue eyes still boring into my soul. But then with a heave and a grunt, he reaches between us and strokes my clit, lightly running a big finger along the bottom where I’m the most sensitive.
“Oh!” I cry out, squirming deliciously. “Oh Daddy!”
“You should have told me,” he grinds out, “You should have fucking told me, I could have made it easier for you.”
I can’t speak, eyes dropping closed as he plays with my nub. Oh god, it feels so good and the ache’s beginning to dissipate. Instead of the sharp sting in my cunt, instead I’m feeling a warm wetness, a fullness that only the alpha can give.
“Yeah, I could have made it easier for you,” he rasps again, still playing with my clit. But then unexpectedly, he pinches my sensitive nub, making me cry out again.