Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“Please,” she whimpers, climbing higher on my body, planting kisses on my cheeks, my jaw, so endearing and honest that a notch forms in my throat. “Please. Please.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” I say, walking her over to my locker and driving my cock home hard and fast, muffling her scream with my mouth, but not quite enough to keep it from being overheard. And the lockers rattle loudly, master locks rebounding off metal. “I’ll rail you good and filthy, baby, just agree to come home,” I say, baring my teeth against the side of her face. “That’s all you have to do and I’ll make you come.”
Her head falls back on a frustrated whimper. “Bobby.”
“Watch your tone. I’m Daddy right now.”
That pussy ripples around me when I reprimand her and I can’t help it, I tuck my hips back and slam forward, impaling her against the lockers. My God, she’s so fucking tight and wet, I don’t know if I can realistically hold back much longer. I’m desperate to come inside my girl. I need her so bad. I need to lose myself in the feel of her, need to count her breaths and rub on her skin and take full ownership. Now. Now now now.
“You want me to pump again?” I lick the line of her jaw, my hands molding her thighs, her hips, her ass. “You want me to jackhammer you like a mouthy brat who earned a punishment? Say you’ll come home. Say you’ll come home and marry me and never leave again. Say it or I’ll put my cock back in my pants and I won’t let you touch it for a week.”
I’m bluffing. I wouldn’t make it a day.
But she doesn’t know that.
And I’m desperate. I’m fucking desperate to bring her back to me.
Totally and completely. Committed.
MINE.
“I’ll c-come home,” she stutters, her hips rolling hungrily against mine, her fingers spearing into my hair, sweat glistening on her tits. She says the sweetest words I’ve ever heard and I fuck her fast and raw and violently, because I can’t help it. We rattle the row of lockers and she hisses like a wildcat, her nails doing their best to shred my shirt, her pussy slipperier than a goddamn lake, snugger than ever. “Ohhhh,” she moans. “Feels so good!”
“What feels so good, Mandy?” I scrape her neck with my teeth. “Say it.”
“Your cock does, Daddy,” she sobs, the words coming out of her mouth in a tempting combination of baby talk and wonder and my balls love it. They sneak up higher and pulse, like they’re getting ready to let go. Time to give her that praise that will push her over the edge—and as always, I’ve got more praise for this angel than there are stars in the sky.
“You know, it isn’t fair, Mandy. The way you’re the brightest student in your whole damn university, but you get to have the hottest cunt, as well? Nah, it ain’t fair at all.”
The girl comes faster than a bullet being fired from a pistol.
She screams behind her teeth and her pussy locks up around me, her back arching like she’s been electrocuted and fuck—fuck—it’s so sexy. The way she shakes and shivers and turns rosy, her eyes seeing nothing but me. I’m her fucking god in this moment. I’m the master of her universe. And when I grind deep and hold, emptying my balls into my female, satisfaction punching me over and over and over in the gut, she is the goddess of my universe. The only one in the world who can make me feel like this. Like I’m dying and living to the extreme, all at once. It’s the ultimate high, a flight to the heavens, followed by a crash, and we end up on the floor of the locker room, clinging to each other, her thighs sticky with seed, our breaths pelting one another’s necks.
I wait, allowing the seconds to tick by, well aware she isn’t going to let me slide after what I did. There is more to this fight. My Mandy isn’t a pushover and it’s only one of a million reasons I’m going to marry her and make her the mother of my children.
“You tricked me,” she whispers, pulling back and letting me see the tears in her eyes.
Those tears hit me like a speeding ambulance, knocking the breath clean out of my lungs. I’ve never seen her cry before. Not from anything but happiness or pleasure. I made her cry. I made the love of my life, my future wife cry. My insides are crumbling.
“Mandy—”
“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? This whole date was leading to this? Making me agree to come home, by fair means or foul.”
“Yes,” I admit hoarsely, gathering her into my arms, making a distressed sound when she allows me to do it, but her limbs remain limp. “I’m losing my mind without you, baby. Please try and understand.”