Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
“Jesus, you’re slick.” He slides two fingers into my opening. “Is this all for me, angel?”
I moan softly as he presses his palm to my clit.
“Yes, Daddy,” I tell him. “It’s all for you.”
The low rumble in his chest makes my nipples tighten. “If I had more self control, I’d stop for a taste, but I can’t wait another goddamn second to get inside you.”
“Already?” I ask, even as I can feel his cock, still hard, pressing insistently against my backside.
“I’m nowhere close to being done with you, little girl.”
He eases me onto all fours, putting my clit back in contact with the vibrating panties. His cock tests my opening, advancing slowly before plunging inside. I moan as my muscles strain to accept him.
“That’s my good girl.” He holds still inside me, giving my pussy time to adjust. There’s a wet sound, like he’s sucking his thumb, and a second later, I feel pressure on my back entrance. “Deep breath in, sweetheart.”
Jonah eases a finger into my ass on an exhale. I know anal sex is something people do, but I didn’t think I’d be one to try it—let alone enjoy it. My muscles flex around his burrowing finger.
“That’s it, angel,” he coos. “Let Daddy inside.”
Pleasure collects in the cradle of my hips, encouraging me to grind against the vibrator. At the same time, I feel the urge to push back against the cock inside me. Fucking myself with Jonah’s finger and dick, taking him deeper of my own volition.
“Oh, god,” I whine softly. “It feels so good...”
“I promise, it looks even better.” He gropes my ass with his free hand and starts thrusting. Now that my muscles have had time to adjust, he can fuck me as hard as he wants.
The sound of our skin slapping each time our bodies meet plays like a bass beat inside me. It’s so dirty, what we’re doing, but it turns me on so much. I want him everywhere, around and inside me, filling all my holes at once.
“Baby, do you have any idea how soft you are inside?” he rasps. “I swear, you and that bunny are made of the same stuff.”
I bury my face in the bunny’s fur. Before, I would’ve bristled at being called soft, after having spent my life trying to be impenetrable. But tonight, all I want is to be warm and receptive to whatever Jonah wants to give me.
“You’re the one who makes me soft,” I tell him.
He smooths a hand down my back like he’s petting me. I feel the tension of another orgasm building inside me like a storm. Holding tight to the bunny, I let Jonah take full control of how hard and fast we fuck. His pace is merciless.
“You want Daddy to come inside you, baby girl?” he growls.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You want him to pump you full of cum until it’s pouring out of you?”
“God, yes.” I clench my jaw as the first wave crests, threatening to drown me.
“You want Daddy to put a baby in your belly?”
His words catch me off guard. I’ve never wanted a baby, and I never thought I’d meet someone worth starting a family with. My life before Jonah was so royally fucked up, I couldn’t imagine bringing a kid into the mix.
But here in Jonah’s bed, with his finger in my ass and his cock inside me, I think, yes, I want a baby. Give me a baby, Daddy.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. “I want to make a baby.”
Jonah slams into me, launching my own orgasm through me like a rocket. His cock throbs. Heat pours into me as my muscles clench and release around him. He tenses, holding his breath, like he’s trying to squeeze every last drop of cum from his balls.
Finally, Jonah collapses on the bed.
I climb off the bunny to lie beside him, both of us coated in a mist of sweat, still panting from the effort we just made.
He pulls me into his arms. “Iloveyousofuckingmuch,” is the last thing he mumbles before exhaustion claims him, robbing me of the chance to ask if he meant what he said about us making a baby, or if it was just more dirty talk.
Chapter Eleven
Jonah
Teagan scoops a chunk of raw, seasoned beef from the mixing bowl. I’d put her to work after I noticed her checking her phone obsessively, waiting for a response from her uncle. She’d invited him to today’s barbecue, but hadn’t heard from him since his initial offhand reply.
“Is this enough meat?” she asks.
“Almost.” I break off a lump from my generous patty and add it to the mound of beef in her hands. “This brood likes ‘em big.”
I show her how to form the burger to just the right thickness without pressing too hard. She lays the patty on the foil-lined tray, then repeats the process with another chunk of beef. I wash my hands in the sink and proceed to crack open four packages of hot dogs, piling the links on a separate tray.