Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
“What children?”
“Ours.” My cock drips cum at the thought of her carrying my seed, her body lush and growing with what I put inside her.
She laughs. “You're already planning our family?”
“I’m planning our life, Esme.”
The waiter comes by and takes the check; I wave him off and let him know I don’t need any change, suddenly needing to get her out of here and back home.
I hold her hand as we snake through the restaurant to the waiting car. Inside, I pull her next to me and tell Hamilton, my driver, to take us home.
“Wait, I have to work tomorrow. I should go home.”
“I am taking you home.”
“You know, this is all a little over the top.” She glances out the window, drawing my eye. “I want so much to think this is happening, then the other part of me is screaming warning.”
“I know one part of you that knows what’s happening...” I run my hand up her thigh straight to her bare pussy and feel the wetness there. “Has that ever happened to you before?”
She shakes her head with an exhale as I place a soft kiss on her lips.
“When we get home, you’re going to give me all of you.”
She nods, leaning back against the seat as I slip my finger just inside her and slowly thrust it in and out.
“I’m going to put my cock right here and take what’s mine.” I move my lips to her ear. “This cherry is mine, isn’t it?” She pauses, and I urge her answer. “What’s the proper answer, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She gives me what I want, making my cock blind to anything but the need to be inside of her.
I finger her to an orgasm, then bring my fingers to my lips to lick off her cream as we pull into the driveway at the house.
9
Vito
“YOUR CHERRY IS CALLING for me, isn’t it, baby?” I run my hands around her throat and into her hair, gripping it between my fingers as my pulse races.
She bites into her red bottom lip, her eyes searching my face. “I guess so.”
“You guess so?” I grin as I lean down to her ear. “I’m going to strip you, then lay you on my bed, spread your legs and then we will let your cherry answer for you, how’s that?”
She sighs softly and nods, and I unzip the back of her dress, easing the straps off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
Her lush body is shaking, but her hands come to my tie, and she tugs.
“Good girl. Undress me. I like that.”
She’s wearing a red lace lingerie set and black pumps, which she walked in like a runway model from the moment she slipped them on her feet.
She yanks my tie from the collar, then puts it between her teeth, her red lips matching the silk as she gives me a devious smile.
I shake my head as she works the buttons on my shirt. “You’re Daddy’s little vixen.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She drops the tie from her mouth when she answers, letting it fall and settle around her feet.
Once my shirt is unbuttoned, she strips it from me, and I pull my T-shirt over my head. She’s got her fingers on my belt buckle, looking like the Cheshire Cat, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“Keep going,” I urge as I help her by working my shoes off, then realize she’s stalled at the button on my trousers.
“It’s too tight.” She tugs at it and looks up at me with a grimace. My cock is putting enough upward pressure on the fabric that it’s making her struggle.
“Try harder.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Every time she calls me that my insides twitch like she’s poking me with her own sweet little cattle prod.
She pulls the waist of my pants one direction, then pushes the button with her other fingers.
“I think it’s coming...” She strains with a wince, her eyes narrowed. “Ow!” She yelps as the button pops off and hits her on the chin.
“Sometimes you’re going to suffer a little for me, Bambina.”
“I guess.” She giggles and works my zipper down, letting my pants fall, and I kick them off my feet. “On your knees for my socks and my underwear. I want to see you looking up at me the first time you kiss my cock.”
I wink, and the bit of hesitation is gone as she lowers to her knees, gazing up at me. She pulls off each sock, then her fingers work up the outsides of my legs until they are hooked under the elastic of my boxers.
“It looks like it wants out,” she teases, glancing down at the tent of fabric in front of her face. “Like a tiger pacing in its cage.”
“Yes, babygirl. And it’s your job to tame it. I’m going to teach you all the ways you will soothe that beast.”