Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“Oh, fuck,” she whines.
“You like it when Daddy goes balls-deep inside you?”
“God, yes.” She grips my arms tightly. “It feels so good, Daddy.”
I piston my dick in and out of Kenzie’s slickness. Each time I think it can’t possibly feel better than this, her muscles flex around me, and I’m happily proven wrong. Her eyes pinch shut as her pussy throbs. She’s coming again. I drop onto my elbows so I can grind against her clit, and watch her orgasm play out across her face, close up.
“That’s it, gorgeous girl. Come all over your daddy’s hard cock.”
I kiss her sweet pout. She’s even wetter now than she was when I slid inside her, and I use that extra slickness to fuck her hard and fast.
My balls tighten. I’m not gonna last.
“Put your arms around me, baby girl. Daddy’s close.”
She wraps her arms around my shoulders. I kiss and bite her neck, breathing in her scent. All the waiting, the burning, the aching I’ve done for McKenzie over the last two years... I’d bear it all again, every agonizing second in blue-ball limbo, just to arrive here, in this moment, with my baby girl.
“You want Daddy to come inside your pussy, little girl? You want me to shoot every last fucking drop of my need for you between your legs?”
Her breathy whimpers are a siren song to my dick.
“Please come in me, Daddy.”
I curl my hands around her shoulders for that last bit of leverage as I pound her into the mattress until I can’t hold back.
Heat and pleasure rise up my shaft.
“You asked for this, baby girl,” I grit through clenched teeth. “Now take it.”
Kenzie clings to me as I thrust deep, shooting my hot load into her tight, needy cunt. My hips meet her hips twice, three times more before I go still.
After pulling out, I glance between her thighs to watch my come drip out from between her folds. “That’s so fucking hot, baby.”
She responds with a wordless moan.
I roll onto my side and take Kenzie with me, tucking her snugly against my chest. A wave of exhaustion nearly pulls me under, but I don’t want to pass out before I check in.
"How're you doing, baby?" I ask. Kenzie sighs sleepily, eyes closed and both hands tucked beneath her chin. I kiss her temple. “Kenzie?”
She nestles closer to me and whispers, “It feels better when you want it...”
"What?" I ask softly. There’s no way I heard that right. "Kenz..."
I shake her gently, but she's already fast asleep. I, on the other hand, am now wide awake, with a sinking feeling in my gut that I heard her loud and clear.
9
mckenzie
I slide my hands into the green fabric gloves and flex my fingers. "These fit really well."
"Toss 'em in," Austin says.
I place the gardening gloves in the shopping cart beside the large forks, pruning shears, and trowels, and continue making my way down the aisle. My gaze flits around the gardening section of the home-improvement department store. I haven’t felt this excited about the promise of manual labor in... Well, ever. But I can’t wait to start cleaning out the vegetable bed.
"Do you think we'll have time to work on the garden tonight?" I ask.
Austin stares straight ahead, presumably lost in thought.
“Sorry, what?” he asks, shaking himself. I repeat the question. "Should have a couple hours of daylight left by the time we get back."
Don’t read into it, I tell myself. But of course, that’s exactly what I do. Austin has seemed distracted since our uncharacteristically wordless drive to work this morning. When I asked him if something was wrong, he just said he was tired—which makes sense, considering the intensity of the sex we had last night.
God, the sex...
I could flood the aisle thinking about how good Austin made me feel. I’ve had sex before, though always as a means to an end. But in Austin’s strong, capable daddy hands, he made even the simple act of touching feel brand new.
What’s more, he made me feel brand new.
But there’s no denying that something has changed between us, and not for the better. There’s a reticence in his gaze that wasn’t there before.
I’m instantly on edge.
We pick up a few more supplies and then head to checkout. I decided to hold off on buying seeds, plants, and compost until after we’ve cleaned out the bed, leaving more room in the back of Austin’s truck for the digging tools and landscaping fabric.
Back at the house, we unload the tools and carry them to the overgrown garden bed. I run inside to change out of my work clothes. By the time I come back out, Austin’s already got his shirt off and his gloves pulled on.
“All right, boss baby,” he says, sounding more like himself. “Put your daddy to work.”
Maybe he was just stressed about work. I pull on my new gloves and scan the garden bed. "Let's clear out all the dead stuff first."