Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Angel.” My heart squeezes painfully, my muscles stiffening with renewed rage. “It is very difficult for me to hear this.”
“But when I felt fear, I realized it was the first time in forever.” She leans in and drags her tongue along the seam of my lips, causing my hips to pump involuntarily. “I haven’t been scared a single day since you showed up. You’re my protector. My husband.” Maintaining eye contact, she drops her hands to her neckline, tugging it down to reveal her sweet, pink-tipped tits. “My Daddy.”
Lust, honor and possessiveness flood me, snapping my small reserve of restraint in half. Suctioning my mouth to her right nipple and raking it with my teeth until she cries out, I reach beneath her dress and tear the panties that hide her pussy from me. Moving on to her other delicious breast and devouring, I slide my middle finger down the crack of her ass, before continuing to her entrance, shoving my thick digit inside.
“Is this little fuck hole ever anything but drenched for Daddy?”
“No,” she whimpers, dropping her head back against the car. “It’s been like that since you moved in to my house. I was just waiting. Waiting.”
A growl lingers on my mouth as I give her cunt one final pump of my fingers, then move to free my cock. I capture her lips in a filthy, slippery kiss as I thrust deep, deep into my home — my wife — and utter bliss spreads to every part of me. “Those games you played with Sasha would have been over very quickly had I known.”
“Damn,” she breathes, arching her back. “Hindsight is twenty - twenty.”
Remembering the fantasy I’ve been starved to watch play out for years, I reverse our positions, wedging my back against the car and angling my hips. “Go on, Anya.” I groan at the way she wiggles, adjusting to being seated on my cock. “Work those little hips and give Daddy a ride.”
A car approaches, but only Anya’s face, plus my shoulders and head, are visible. So as the headlights flash over us and pass, she begins to fuck me. Her mouth falls open on sexy mewling noises, she grabs the collar of my shirt and bounces up and down, legs dangling on either side of me. Like everything else she does, the reality blows the fantasy out of the water. Who could dream up such a beauty with wit and intelligence…who can also ride a man’s cock like she was born to do it? Not me. But I’ve had the fortune to find her and make her mine.
Forever.
“How does that make your pussy feel?” I take one of her ass cheeks in my hand and grind her down on my dick, making sure to rub that sweet clit side to side on my wet girth. “My lap is where you sit for a very different reason now, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I - I love it.” Her thighs start to tremble, her fingers ripping at my shirt. “Oh, Daddy. Oh my God.”
I spin around once again, pressing her ass against the car and ramming my cock deep. Her scream, the intense clench of her pussy, summon my own climax, and I bite down on the side of her neck. Hard enough that she’ll wear it on the first day of classes, gentle enough to keep from breaking skin. And it seems to heighten her orgasm until she’s doing that thing that makes me feel like a fucking animal. She struggles and whines, and all the while, the frantic movements drag her cunt up and down my cock, milking cum from deep inside me.
Moments later, she is limp between my body and the car, her head lolling to one side. When I press a kiss to her cheek, her lips, she smiles up at me drowsily. “Take me home?”
“Da,” I rasp, emotion clogging my throat thanks to her beauty. The fact that this incredible creature is my wife. With a full, pounding heart, I cradle her in my arms, carefully depositing her on the passenger seat. “Sasha will always take you home, angel.”
Epilogue
Four Months Later…
Anya
“I need to make sure you can hit with your right hand. I don’t want you placing it against your wedding ring,” Sasha says as I stare down at the brass knuckles he got me for my birthday.
I can’t help but warm inside. I didn’t really think he was going to get them for me, but I know he’ll do anything to make me happy. Even if that means giving me a weapon.
“My right hook is just fine,” I say, winking at him. He grunts, but I see the pull to one side of his lips and know he’s fighting a smile.
“Happy birthday, sweet Anya.” He leans down, placing his mouth to mine in a soft kiss. His hand comes to rest on the little baby bump that has formed in the last few months. He can’t seem to keep his hands off it. I would be jealous if I didn’t have the same problem. “What does my angel want to do today?”