Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
She can’t stay still now.
She’s squirming between me and the wall, trying to get some friction on my dick. “Please. Please.”
“Please what?” I mash my mouth against her ear. “Please put your come in me, Daddy?”
“Yes.”
My hands mold her backside roughly, the pad of my index fingers finding her puckered back entrance and pressing. “Is that what you thought of this morning when you rolled up your dirty little skirt? Did you know I’d end up making the insides of your thighs sticky?”
“Oh God, oh God,” she breathes, nodding vigorously, her tits beginning to jiggle from the way I’m thrusting between her legs, my distended fly against her sexy mound. “I w-wore it short to m-make you mad. I like when Daddy’s mad.”
“That’s when I fuck the hardest, isn’t it?” Taking my right hand off the globe of her butt cheek, I reach down and unfasten my pants. “That’s when you get a secret punishment.”
Her thighs are already shaking.
As soon as I shove this dripping cock home, she’s going to orgasm.
It’s wild. It burns me alive, how easily she comes. How sensitive her pussy is after a little dirty talking. Our brand of dirty. Dirty we barely understand yet, but can’t stop venturing into, eager. Desperately. Hungry to learn and experience and roll around in every syllable. Every forbidden taunt. There’s a good chance I’m delivering the kind of affection lacking in her relationship with her father, weaving it together with our intense attraction. Maybe that’s messed up or something that needs to be addressed more closely. But all my body and mind and heart understands is giving Grace what she needs, whether it’s wrong or right. I’m her provider in all things. I’m where she comes to have her needs handled—and I’ll do my job well. I’ll do it no matter why or how her specific needs exist. I simply fulfill and reach my own heaven in the process. Our heaven.
Now, I watch her face closely, obsessively, as I tug her panties to one side and sink deep, deep into her little cunt, pumping once and feeling her warmth gush down all over me. She sobs and trembles and claws at my shoulders—and I just have to stand there, my jaw slack, balls harder than steel as she milks my shaft, her spasms going on and on and on.
“My precious girl,” I groan into her ear. “My tight little girl.”
Her cunt flexes and she whimpers, giving me more, more, her pleasure dripping off my balls now onto the concrete—and I can’t wait any longer to fuck. I cradle her ass with my right forearm and prop my left hand on the wall, pumping in the pace of a gallop. And this hot, horny, perfect girl knows exactly what I like, what I need, undoing the button of her white schoolgirl blouse so I can watch her yummy little tits bounce around inside her white bra while I get my nut.
“You wear that innocent white lace to make me fucking crazy, don’t you? God,” I growl, thrusting upupup harder, faster. “You don’t spread your legs like a virgin anymore, though, huh, Gracie? You open them wide for me. You want me to see that pretty clit so I’ll lick it wet and ride all over it.”
“I love when you do. I love it,” she hiccups, her pussy slapping up and down on my lap.
“After school. After school, I’m going to maul that sexy little thing. Going to send it back to Beacon Hill sore and satisfied and dripping North’s come. You’re going to walk right past your father with it all swollen and well fucked in your white schoolgirl panties. Same way you do every day, huh, baby?”
Her head pitches back on a sob. “Yes, Daddy.”
That pussy locks up around me again and I bust, slamming her ass up against the building and letting the climax rock me, so powerful because of who I’m with.
My life, my girl, my obsession. My world.
We cling to each other to keep from breaking into a thousand pieces, my lips on hers, swallowing her cries, driving my tongue into her mouth, anything to have more of her. More more more. I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough.
“I love you,” I say brokenly into her neck when I’m coming down, replete, satisfied. Lost over this angel in my arms. How did I get this lucky? How is this real? “I love you, Grace. I love you. I’ll love you forever. Until they put me into the ground, baby.”
Her tear-filled eyes meet mine and I swear I can hear her heart pounding. “North, I—”
“Grace!”
One second her body is all warmth, the next it’s ice cold. She shakes her head rapidly, like she can’t believe what’s happening. “My father. Oh God. That’s m-my father.”
No.
No, this isn’t happening.