Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
“Why?” she whimpers.
“Why?” I ask. “Why what?”
Dragging a hand up my neck, she pulls my lips to hers. “Why did you wait so long?”
I move my hips faster, pumping her harder, thrusting with the vicious intensity of a man who knows he’s found his soul mate.
“I’m sorry, baby. I may have taken too long, but I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you. Okay?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I feel the tell-tale signs of Mari’s climax approaching—the flood of moisture between her thighs, the contractions in her cunt clamping down on my cock, and the way her body begins to tremble as she tries desperately to hang on and focus her eyes on mine.
“Am I…?”
“Yes, angel.” I nod. “You are.”
“I’ve never…done it like this before,” she confesses. “Will it feel the same?”
“It will feel better.” I smile.
“Better than what you did to me on the bus?”
I drive my thrusts deeper, harder, causing her eyes to widen and her body to tremble faster.
“Much better, angel. Coming on Daddy’s cock is going to be better than anything you’ve ever felt before. I promise.”
She braces herself against me, both palms on my chest.
“I don’t…I don’t know if I can, Daddy!”
“Yes, you can, angel,” I growl. “You’re safe. I’m right here with you. Now stop thinking and come on my cock.”
That does it.
Mari goes off, her face twists in ecstasy, her pussy clamps down on my girth, and her body bucks off the bed with such force that I have to drop my full weight down on top of her to pin her and keep her from wriggling out from underneath me.
At the same time, the increased friction from her climax sends a jolt of vicious pleasure up my cock with such intensity that I am sent right over the edge with her.
Is she on birth control? I don’t know.
Do I give a shit? Hell no.
I unload inside her, hard and strong, pumping her full of my seed as I blow the hardest load I’ve ever blown, spraying her with rope after rope as we come together, two lovers lost in the throes of ecstasy.
I drain my balls, coming so hard it almost hurts. My body is strung so tight, every single muscle taut like a rope pulled tight between two horses as I release the tension and desire that’s been building up inside of me since I first set my eyes on her. I come so hard I feel light-headed. My climax rocks me straight down to my center, and my arms give out from underneath me.
I collapse on top of her and clutch her to my chest, letting my heart pound against hers, basking in the moment we both experienced.
She nestles her face into the crux of my arm, and I feel moisture there. I look down and see tears spilling from her eyes. Instinctually, I feel my protective urge kick in.
“Angel, are you crying?”
“Yes,” she replies, laughing and crying at the same time. “But it’s okay. They’re happy tears. That…that was amazing, Daddy.”
I smile too, gently wiping her cheeks with my thumb.
I may have just taken her virginity, made Mari a woman, but I’m a changed man now too, that’s for damn sure. I’m not the same man who got on that bus today, and I know I won’t be the same man as I was yesterday when I wake up tomorrow.
No. Everything has changed.
I have her.
6
Mari
We lie together for what seems like ages before Cane slips out of me.
I feel instantly hollow and groan at the loss. Cane looks down at me as he stands and winks. “Yeah, that’s the worst part.”
I look down between my legs as his release spills out of me and onto the bedspread.
“Oh my God.” The sight of his milky white seed only turns me on even more. Without even thinking, I reach down and run two fingers through it. “So much…is there always this much?”
“No,” Cane chuckles. “That’s a lot. Even for me. But what can I say? You bring it out in me, angel.”
I’m suddenly warmed with a rush of pride that cascades through my chest, lifting me into a seated position like I’m filled with hot air or soaring on a cloud. Just the way he’s looking at me now has me overflowing with pride.
“Speaking of which,” he says, “are you on birth control?”
“Why?” I reply, twisting my hips and biting my lip playfully. “Afraid you’ll get me pregnant?”
To my surprise, Cane lunges quickly in and seizes me by the arm, lifting me to my feet. I’m so caught off guard that I gasp as he raises me to his eye level.
“Afraid? Did you just ask me if I was afraid?” His eyes pierce through me, and a shudder runs through me. This must be a taste of the fear that men who cross Cane experience when he confronts them—what Pete from the bus felt before he was thrown out the door.