Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
I wipe the sweat from my brow with the back of my wrist and replace the guns in my shoulder holsters. Eagerness to reunite with Mila tears at my chest and I turn to leave, but I stop short when she bursts through the trees, distress written all over her face. “Oh, Joseph, you’re okay. I know you told me to stay in the car, but I h-heard that last gunshot and I was so worried it was you—”
“Never,” I grit out, stepping over one of the dead men on my way to reach her. “I won’t let death take me now that I’ve got my reason to live.”
Her eyes soften and she throws herself into my arms. Wanting to get my mouth on hers, I lift Mila and her legs circle my waist automatically. Her warm pussy settles on my thickening erection and she wiggles around on it eagerly, her innocent tongue venturing into my mouth.
“This doesn’t scare you, Mila?” I say hoarsely between kisses. “Look what I’m capable of. This is the man you’re spending the rest of your life with. I would do it over and over again to protect you.”
“It doesn’t scare me. It makes me feel safe.” We both look down at the luscious tits swelling over her neckline. “Daddy is a bad man, but he’s good to me.”
My groan carries through the wooded area and my body gives me no choice but to take. Take what my little girl offers. I put Mila on her feet turn her around so she’s facing away from me. Then I walk her forward, stopping at a tree not two feet away from the second dead man. “Brace your hands on the tree,” I rasp, unbuckling the belt of my dress pants. “I’m in need.”
“Me too,” she hiccups, doing as she’s told.
The act of lifting her hands has raised the hem of her white dress and I lift it higher now, overcome by the sight of her thighs, her supple butt cheeks. An emerald green strap of silk is tucked down the center—one of the new thongs I bought her—and I pull those panties down now, letting them fall at her ankles. I reach around the front of her body to slide a finger through the folds of her pussy, ensuring she’s warm, wet and ready, before I grip my cock and cram it up inside her, grunting into her smooth neck, growing louder with every inch she accepts. “Tilt your hips back,” I growl. “Let Daddy have that wet, little fuck hole.”
“Okay,” she whimpers, the humps of her backside lifting against my belly, her body trembling. “L-like this? Oh!”
I’m already fucking her, yanking my little girl up on her toes and squelching in and out of her tight cunt. She feels so perfect, my head falls back and I groan up into the fractured sunlight breaking through the trees. I’ve got the front of her pussy cupped in my right hand, my left arm slung across her hips in an unbreakable bar. I can already feel her pussy muscles starting to quiver, her thighs growing restless.
“I’m going to come, I’m going to come,” she gasps. “Don’t stop.”
My laugh is a dark rip of sound. “Even if you begged and screamed for me to stop right now, little girl, I wouldn’t be able to. Soon as you flashed those big eyes at me, I was always going to fuck you until I finish.”
I use the pad of my finger to tickle Mila’s clit and she starts whining in that way that drives me crazy. “Daddy. Oh Daddy.”
The sound of a twig snapping makes me nostrils flare, my head coming up. But I don’t stop fucking Mila. I can’t. I can only cover as much of her as possible with my body, lifting her feet off the ground as I continue to shove my cock into her pussy, struggle to get it out, then ram it back in. Heaven. Who could leave heaven under any circumstance?
Another twig snaps. Three, four. And I glance over to see the whole damn congregation coming toward us through the trees. They don’t know where to look. At the dead bodies on the ground. Or at me railing my little girl, snarling like a fucking wolf as I thrust into her incredible cunt over and over and over, growing more and more frantic as I race toward my climax. Her bare legs dangle in front of me, shaking with each savage upward drive of my hips, her head lolling back on my shoulder. She can’t help sobbing Daddy and that title being said out loud elicits gasps from the dozens of people watching. I want to blind the male onlookers with a hot brand, but another, sicker part of me glories in marking my territory, right there for everyone to see.