Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Roll the window up and stay put,” I growl at Dobbs.
“Yes, sir.”
This isn’t the first time we’ve had to fuck with Dobbs in the vicinity. The first time, he couldn’t look me in the eye for a week. Especially after hearing the way Chloe screams for Daddy when she comes. He never openly watches. I wouldn’t allow that. But there are times when there’s simply no choice but to feed the hunger while he’s present.
When I reach Chloe, her fingers are down the front of her panties and she’s petting herself, her back arched against the side of the limo. Her nipples are puckered behind the thin material of her tank top, her thighs tight around that fondling hand. Every time I think she can’t get hotter, she does. She lets loose a little more and blows my mind.
“We can do better than that,” I growl, capturing her wrist and ripping her hand free of her underwear, my lips crushing down on hers, plundering her with my tongue, licking the whimper clean out of her perfect little mouth. “Poor baby girl,” I rasp against her lips. “Did you miss your fuck appointment?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers. “I’m sorry.”
“Mmmm.” I reach up beneath her skirt and draw down her panties, licking down the front of her body, right through her clothes, as I stoop down to remove the underwear completely, stuffing them into my pocket, before straightening once again to my full height, crowding her against the side of the limo. “You know how I like my apologies, don’t you?” I kiss her roughly, moving lower to snap my teeth at her jawline. “I like them tight and pink. Don’t I? I like them warm and wet and sweet as fucking sugar.”
She nods solemnly, lifting up her skirt. Slowly. Just until a hint of her pussy is peeking out. “You want…this, Daddy?”
“I always want it, little girl. I’m an animal for it.” Well past my breaking point, I push the waistband of my pants down my past hips, followed by my briefs. Then I bend my knees and come up hard between her smooth, sexy thighs, guiding my cock straight to that tiny, dripping fuck hole that keeps me awake at night, keeps me pacing and sweating all day, and I pump home, both of us groaning at the sensation of my rigid dick occupying her wet cunt.
Her thighs shoot up around my hips, her hips rocking hungrily.
Already trying to make me pop.
“Horny baby girl,” I grit out into her ear. “So horny she has to get pounded right in the middle of the road.” I rock up into her hard, then hit her with several quick pumps that leave her mouth in a wide O, her breath coming faster, faster. “Maybe you want someone to catch Daddy fucking you silly so we don’t have to hide anymore.”
She lets out a strangled moan, her sex clamping down around me. Close. Close.
“Harder. Even harder,” she whines. “Please.”
I oblige her without hesitation, slamming her round, juicy ass up against the door with thrust after thrust, my mouth hot and insatiable on her neck.
There was a time when Chloe used to be embarrassed by this kink we live for. Not to mention her demanding sex drive. She even used to feel ashamed of it. But not anymore. God no. I don’t allow that. Now the shame is a perfectly twisted component of our physical relationship. We took ownership of the shame and made it work for us.
“It’s not just this pussy I need so goddamn bad, Chloe,” I say hoarsely, bringing our foreheads together. “When too much time passes without seeing you, hearing your voice…I get crazy. I can’t stand it.”
“Me either,” she sobs, kissing me, working those hips up and back, relentless in her need. “I love you.” She seizes up around me, her eyes going blind. “I love you, Sebastian.”
Teeth clenched, I drive high into her heaven one final time, letting my seed burst free, raking my face through the crook of her neck and shoulder, inhaling her scent desperately. “I love you, too, baby. The love grows bigger every second of the day. It’ll never stop.”
And it never, ever does.
Not for either of us.
THE END