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)
Since he found out I was pregnant, all of our sex has been gentle and sweet. While I do love how tender he can be, I miss the time when he lost control and took me hard. Dominating my body was his favorite pastime, and I’m hoping with a gentle nudge I’ll get a perfect ending to my birthday.
Sasha
I crack my knuckles when the professor glances down the front of her dress for the second time since we walked into his office.
My Anya has yet to realize the allure her body has. I had hoped when she would be round with my child that it would show her as marked, but I see now that my thinking was a mistake. Now when men lay their eyes on what is mine, they see she has spread her legs. That she’s allowed a man to enter her most sacred place and plant his seed. Perhaps they are thinking they will be able to do the same.
They are mistaken.
“You’ve only chosen two classes for next semester,” the professor says as he wipes away at his bottom lip.
He glances down at the swell of her belly, and I watch as he swallows. Blood rushes to his cheeks, and I would bet my every dime I have that his cock is hard behind the desk. I won’t stand for this blatant disrespect.
“Daddy and I are expecting our first baby, and I wanted to take light classes until then. Afterwards, I plan on taking a year off.”
I growl at the word she uses to describe me. Anya reaches over and places her hand on my thigh. It’s right next to my cock, and my eyes zero in on it. I watch her delicate little hand rub slow circles right next to the hard length only a breath away.
“Your husband?” the professor asks as a way to correct her.
The tone of his voice causes me to look up. I place my hand over Anya’s without breaking the eye contact with him. I pull her hand right over my swollen cock and feel the heat of her palm. She doesn’t make a move to pull away from me. She’s getting off on this.
“Daddy,” my little Anya says. I press her hand firmly against my length as she wraps her fingers around as much of me as she can over my slacks. I grit my teeth and lean forward. “Mine.”
He looks between us, and he is embarrassed. I’m not sure if it is for him or for us. I do not care either way. I’ve had enough of him eye - fucking my bride.
“Get out,” I tell him as I stand up and pull Anya out of her chair.
“Th - this is my office,” he stammers, and he pushes his chair back.
I place Anya on the edge of his desk, and she smiles up at me. She knows exactly what she’s done to push me to this point, and I’ve fallen into her trap.
“I’m going to fuck my angel on your desk. If you stay to watch I’ll pull out your eyes with my fingers and then shove them up your ass.”
He jumps up from his desk and looks at me with a shocked expression.
“Lock the door on your way out,” I say, moving between my angel’s thighs.
It only takes a second before he does as I say without a word.
I push up the material of her dress and see her bare cunt glistening with wet need.
“You did this on purpose,” I say as she leans back on the desk.
There are papers and pens all around her, a laptop off to the side. I don’t care, though. The only thing weighing down on me is the need to fuck her before my cock explodes.
“I don’t what you’re talking about, Daddy,” she says, biting her lip.
My angel has been placed on this earth to torture me, and only one thing will stop the ache. Only when I sink into her tight young pussy will I be forgiven of my sins.
“And?” I ask, pulling out my cock and rubbing my palm over the wet tip, dragging the cream down my shaft.
“I want you to make me remember them next time.”
“You act out to seek attention. Are you not getting enough?” I reach forward with my other hand and graze my rough knuckles across her soft clit. She moans and raises her hips. “I can smell your pussy from here.”
I inhale as she spreads her legs wider and puts her feet on the desk, opening her cunt for me.
“Pull your dress over your belly. I want to see the baby I created in you as I fuck you.”
She does as I ask and lies back, waiting for me to take her.
I enter her in one hard stroke. I’ve been so gentle with her lately, it’s a welcome pain for both of us as I ride her hard on the wooden desk.