Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“Fuck yes, baby girl. Fuck yes.”
As I say the words, I start to come. “Daddy’s going to fill you, sweetheart. Get ready. Fuck.” I groan and shoot my load deep into her, spraying gobs of thick clotted cum against her walls. I pump once, twice, three more times before I slam one final, powerful, brutal stoke into her. Then I hold myself still, letting every drop of my seed find its way home.
My vice grip on her wrists pulls her body up under my flexing torso. She seems so helpless under my power. I feel my balls drain and then collapse onto her heaving tits, lowering my face to her lips, holding us together in a deep and binding kiss.
She pants against me and I feel her body start to relax, gasping as I flex my hips, and she grimaces, like a bright bolt of pain has just torn through her again. “Ouch.”
I shouldn’t feel so smug and cocky about hurting her. But I do. “Told you.”
She swats me hard on the ass, playfully giving me some of my own medicine.
What a little brat.
“Don’t move. Just stay right there. Okay?” she smiles up at me and I hear myself laugh, really laugh, for the first time in ages.
“You’re going to regret saying that,” I tell her, nudging her sweet cheek with my nose.
“Am I?”
“Yeah. Because I’m going to be inside you a lot more than you realize, little girl. Your pussy’s been in my dreams for way too long.”
I kiss her hard, to distract her from what comes next. As I slowly pull out of her, she gasps into my mouth. But then I’m out, and she’s relaxing again.
I pull my hips back and look at the mess we made. Blood and sweat and cum. So goddamned hot it aches.
My shaft is smeared with her virgin blood. The fucking cherry on top.
I reach out to help her up to sitting, and watch her thighs quiver and tremble.
“You okay, baby girl?” I ask, pulling her close, and drawing her up to standing in my arms.
She nods against my chest. “Yes. I’m okay. But, I didn’t know it would be so…” She squints on a shrug. “Messy?”
I reach down and skim my fingers through our combined release and clench my jaw.
“Lay back down,” I say as I grab her under the arms and nearly throw her toward the head of the bed.
“What are you—”
I grip her ankles, tugging her body forward until her ass is on the pillows and the backs of her thighs are against the headboard. “Keep your feet up there.” I press her heels into the wall, shoving another pillow under her ass so gravity will do its work. “Squeeze it in, baby. All that Daddy prize is supposed to stay inside until it does what’s it’s supposed to do.”
She considers me for a minute, lips open, then I see surrender on her face and she relaxes into position.
“Yes, Daddy.”
That word. That fucking word.
I reach around to grab a handful of her sweet, tender ass as I climb on the bed and straddle her face. “Now, I want you to lick me clean. All that sweet juice and Daddy’s flavor mixed with your blood. Then, I’m going to kiss you, deep and long, so we can savor this once and forever moment. Sharing it all. Forever, Kitty Kat. Now, get me cleaned up. Start with the balls then work your way up. Show me who you are.”
CHAPTER 13
Kat
I open my eyes, feeling heavy and relaxed with sleep. My body is sore, my pussy aches. My feet are sticking out from under the sheets and I smile looking at my purple toe nails.
Trent painted them. After another rather brutal round of fucking me six ways to Sunday, he gave me a bath and brushed my hair as I rambled on about anything and everything. He dried me off, set me in the upholstered chair in the bathroom then, from the bathroom cabinet he pulled out this rolling cart full of nail polish in forty colors and everything you’d need for a proper mani-pedi.
He looked so awkward but so sweet, fumbling with the little brush, getting as much of the polish on my skin as on my nails. He was swearing up a blue streak all through my little pampering session and it took all my willpower to not giggle.
I shift onto my side and all the good feelings drain away as I focus on the words in front of my face. The note standing against the clock on the nightstand. And my heart drops.
Meeting movers at your apartment. Edward told me where he took you. That was not some up and coming, gated, hipster bullshit. We’re going to have words about not telling me you were living in a place like that. Get some rest. You’re going to need it.