Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
I nod, and I want her to know as much as I want to take her, claim her, hear her scream, I also want to love her. To be soft and caring with her. Bathe her in bubbles that smell like roses and bring her jelly donuts and stuffed animals and watch her color and paint or do whatever it is that makes her happy.
“Besides,” she continues, and I let every word sink into me, sweet as any candy I’ve ever tasted. “Your place is...” She looks upward at my home, her eyes wide. A thought passes across her face, her lips curling upward, and I want to see her smile every day for the rest of time. “Not what I expected.”
“It’s too big. I only live in three rooms.” I don’t know why, but I’m suddenly ashamed of the extravagance because it seems to put her off.
“Did you build it?”
“Yes, some of it. I had it built, but I designed it. Chopped trees for years, preparing.”
“Got it. Well, at least it will keep the rain off my head.” Her sweet smile once again only seals her fate. “It’s...” She pauses, giving me a wry smile on a shrug. “Adequate.”
She is mine now and all I want is to have her secured here.
With me.
Safe behind my door. The knot inside of me will never release until I feel the tight, warm wetness of her pussy wrapping around my cock.
I shake my head, the thoughts so unfamiliar I’m not sure who I am anymore. She’s so young. Perfect and sweet. The things I want to do may ruin her and the thought of anyone hurting her has me near crazed.
“Why did you build such a big place if you weren’t going to use it?”
Her eyes are soft and innocent, and until right now I didn’t know the answer to her question.
“I built it for my future. I just didn’t know what that was...” A growl rumbles from deep inside me, the next words fighting on my tongue. I don’t want to scare her, but I need her to know what I’m feeling as I press ahead with the thought. “...Until now.”
When I see two pebbled nipples pressing outward on the thin gray fabric of her t-shirt, I nearly cum in my pants as my mouth waters. She shakes her head as the breeze moves her hair across her lips, the movement of her tits drawing my eye as I realize she’s not wearing a bra.
A guttural sound tries to lurch from my throat, there’s a fist around my heart, squeezing harder with every moment. She’s so precious, so sexy, yet unsuspecting. My cock aches as it tries to break from the confines of my jeans.
Fuck it.
I reach down with my other hand, gathering her hair and pulling back, exposing the curve of her neck. I can smell her arousal, and the childlike trust in her eyes shakes me to my core.
Still clasping her hand, I scoop her up and into my chest, ignoring her playful protest as her arms fly around my neck.
“What the heck...you should give a girl a heads up before you man-handle her...”
“Sorry.” I grunt. “I need to take you inside. I need to make sure you are okay. I need to...” I let my voice trail off, lest I scare her with what I need.
I need my mouth on your cunt. I need to feel you tremble as you scream my name. I need to spread your legs and find my home inside you.
I need my seed rooted in your womb.
I need to give you my first time, and I pray you will be giving me yours.
I’m sure she must hear the pounding of my heart as I hold her against me, my cock twitching and painful, feeling her softness melt into my hard torso.
Her tiny, lush body fits perfectly in my arms as I stomp up the stairs, carrying my future bride over the threshold of our home.
5
Astrid
“OUCH!” I KNIT MY BROW and tighten my lips, pouting as Mathias turns my ankle in a slow gentle circle, his massive hands covering my entire boot and halfway up my calf.
They are warm, the palms rough, heavier and more powerful than I could imagine, yet as gentle as a mother holding her baby.
“That hurts bad?” He looks at me and I think I see his eyes well with tears.
I shrug a shoulder and admit, “It’s not that bad. I’m playing it up for sympathy.” I hold back the smile when he gives me a dark scowl. “Sorry?” I shrug again with both shoulders, this time turning my palms up on bent elbows and squinting one eye in apology.
He’s kneeling on the floor with me leaning back against about a thousand pillows he insisted on gathering from all around the room, putting them behind my back and under my knee and ankle as he settled me on the sofa.