Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Ahhh, good girl.”
Her little fingers roll the tight flesh of her nipples, causing her inner walls to latch on and start to undulate like I imagine a cow milker would do.
“Fucking pulling it out of me. So desperate you are. You took it so well. You’re going to come for me.”
It’s a statement, but the soft shake of her head gives me the challenge I like.
“Well, it sure feels like you want me to come. Is that what you’re doing? Trying to pull all that cream from my balls, all hot and sticky inside of you?”
“No!” She gurgles as I flatten my fingers on her tongue, pushing down until she chokes, saliva spilling from her bottom lip.
“Your mouth says no, your pussy says yes. You’re thinking too much, baby. Stop fighting it. You’re getting my cock and your body sure seems happy about it. So, when you come, we will both know this is what you wanted, just as much as I do.”
She gets wetter the more I talk, so I give her a hard thrust, pushing her a few inches up on the bed as I draw my fingers from her throat, gripping the back of her neck.
“P—Please,” she sputters, her breaths coming faster now, her opening easing a bit then cinching tight again, making me grit my teeth against my own impending orgasm.
“Please, what? Please make me come, Daddy?”
She shakes her head, her black hair splayed around her head, across her face, sticking to her neck while her fingers continue to work her nipples, pushing her closer and closer to her release.
“I’m not going to come.”
“No?” I reach up and grab her throat, baring my teeth on a growl. “Okay, you won’t ask, you’ll beg.”
I ease my body back, giving her another thrust, thrust, thrust, grunting with each forward motion. Then, holding her throat, I spit onto the fingers of my other hand and slip them between us, finding that greedy little bundle of nerves and start to rub in lazy little circles.
Her hips betray her with a flex upward, taking me deeper, back and forth until I’m seated inside her to the hilt, her tight little pussy stretched around me like an obscenity.
“Look what you did,” I tease. “You fucked me all the way into you. Now, prepare to beg for that orgasm, Bijou.”
“Please, I don’t want to be pregnant. Can you put on a condom? Then, yes, I’ll do what you want, I have an orgasm, but please, don’t come inside me.”
I pull back, teasing her again, narrowing my eyes on hers so she thinks I’m considering her offer. I circle her clit, her hips rising and falling, moans slipping from her throat as she starts to meet me stroke for stroke.
“Oh, look at you. You don’t want a condom on Daddy’s cock, do you? Look how good you take it. I’m quite proud of you, baby. You hardly put up a fight. You look so pretty lying there, face all red and dirty, pussy spread around me, hands on your nipples. You’re quite the little slut aren’t you my wife?”
Watching her tits bounce as I plow into her makes me wish for a second I’d had us both naked, but this first time, this was what I wanted. I want my bride in her white dress, so pure. I may be a demon straight from the pits of hell, tattooed, naked and fucking her like a sex toy, but Bijou is an angel.
She’s growling, fighting the pleasure as I give her clit relentless attention.
“You’re creaming all over my dick,” I grunt through clenched teeth, my orgasm growing claws and teeth, trying to tear its way out. But I won’t allow it. Not until she submits completely. “You say you don’t want it, but you’re gushing. Your body is lubricating like a motherfucker just so I can have what I want. You’re fucking me back, Bijou, you can’t deny it.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, fingertips denting the flesh of her tits as I find a new angle and gain another inch of depth inside her bumping up on her cervix. Her body starts to shake, and she clenches her jaw, her inner walls stroking me off.
She’s rising and meeting my grunting thrusts, a bead of sweat trickling down from my temple.
“Good girl. So close, aren’t you? Beg me for an orgasm, baby.” I give her nub a little squeeze and her eyes roll back. “I knew you’d love being fucked by your stepfather. Such a pretty slut for me. I’ll be your first and your last, Bijou. Don’t have any doubt about it when I say I’m keeping you. Now, give me what I want. Your body is begging, I just need your mouth to do the same.”
“I won’t!” she screams, arching her back as I keep time on her clit.