Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“I want to come dirty. I want to come in you like a goddamn animal.”
Without another word, I spin her around in my lap and pounce forward, banging her on all fours with her knees buried in the sand. Out of the corner of my eye, I see our audience returning from the other side of the beach. I need to hide her away. I need to get her out of public sight, but my nut is so close and it’s going to be so unbelievably good that I can’t stop. I can’t. I can’t. So I wrap a hand around the front of her throat and fuck harder, reveling in the cries I can feel against my palm, she sheer tightness of her young pussy.
Through the glaze of lust, I watch the men stop and do an incredulous double take.
How this must look. Probably like I paid for it. Men my age don’t get tail this good—that’s what they’re thinking and hell, it’s the truth.
Only…I do. I have Coco. She’s mine. My everything.
I picture the scenario she described. In an apartment of our own in the city, her twirling around in the dresses I bought her. Pretending to do something illicit. That daydream alone is enough to pop me off, but then she starts to shudder again, another orgasm cresting and she screams “Daddy” through her teeth, pushing up her tight ass and burying her cheek in the sand.
And I lose it. I become the alpha, the conqueror.
I look those young bucks right in the eyes and witness the envy. I slap my little girl’s ass and plunge deep, growling as I come. Renewing my grip in her hair, I draw her head back so our audience can see her enraptured face. “Tell them your Daddy fills you up right. Tell them they don’t have a fucking chance.”
Her teeth are chattering as she repeats after me, gasping and working her hips back into my lap. When she gets to the part about them not having a chance, my semen blasts into her like cannon fire and I muffle my beastly grunts with her hair. It quickly becomes obvious that I have more than the average amount of spend to give and I knee her thighs further apart, grinding into her hot hole like a bastard. Spitting down between her ass cheeks just to get as much of my fluids on her, inside of her, that I can.
Finally, I finish. Pulling out and buttoning my cock back into my shorts. But I don’t get my task done, because she turns and climbs into my lap, head lolling drowsily, thawing that final layer of frost on my heart.
“I’ve got you, angel. I’ll care for you.”
Walking across the beach with my sleeping girl in my arms, I feel taller and more powerful than I have after any battle. But the feeling is undercut by the worry of what awaits us back at the hotel…
11
Coco
As usual, after making love with Walt, I wake up in a fog. Vaguely, I recall him placing me gently in the passenger seat of his car and buckling the belt around me. After that, there was the hum of the engine in my ears and his big, strong hand resting on my thigh. He must have carried me into the lobby and up to his room, which is where I am now.
His room.
His, period.
I roll over and inhale his scent off the pillow, my sex immediately turning wet and pliant. Where is he? I want him to be back inside of me, possessing me in a way no one has before. My protector, caretaker and lover all rolled into one perfect man.
After a few seconds of obsessing about his body, his touch, my effervescent tingles give way to dread. I need to go find Walt and figure out what we’re going to do about his family. I don’t want to be the reason they grow estranged. I definitely don’t want to lose my best friend who I’ve grown to love. But I’m not willing to give up Walt. And I don’t think he’s willing to give me up, either.
No, I know he isn’t. I know.
Anxious to get the problem resolved, I climb out of bed and fix my clothes, my hair. I search my room and the bathroom for Walt, but he’s nowhere to be found. Didn’t leave a note.
With a small frown on my face, I step into the hallway and let the door close behind me. I take the elevator down to the lobby…and right away, I spot Wanda. She’s facing away from me, talking to a woman I don’t recognize, although there is a tug of recognition. When the woman and Wanda turn around, I know why.
It’s our sociology professor, Mrs. Linden.
Wanda told me she was going to set our professor up with Walt and…