Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 207(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 138(@300wpm)
Her words dissolve into a scream as she shatters. I smack her pussy hard, her release crashing through her, and she clamps down around me so hard I see fucking stars. She convulses, her body milking my cock like she was made for this, for me.
Her pleasure tips me over. I bury myself balls-deep with a roar, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks as I pump her full, tugging her body onto me, her feet dangling as she holds the fence for balance.
My balls heave, swinging down between my legs as they empty into her tight little girl baby maker.
I unload enough semen for ten men, marking her from the inside. Claiming what's mine with cum so deep no way it doesn’t root inside her. The thought of her belly swollen with my child makes me grind deeper, my cock pulsing with a second wave of release as her legs dangle, little feet kicking at the air.
“Ouch, Daddy! That’s too deep.”
“I’ll tell you when it’s too deep. Now, shush and take what you asked for.”
She hisses and wiggles, which only turns me on more. My own little fuck doll, twisting and grinding with these little yelps that only make her body pulse and tighten around me like a sex toy built just for me.
We stay like that for a long moment, my breath heaving in and out, her little chirping ‘Ouchies, Daddy’ mixed with her moans.
It’s heaven. Fucking heaven. She’s a goddamn miracle, and I’m keeping her forever.
My lips find the nape of her neck, letting her feet touch back down to earth with a sigh, pressing a gentle kiss to her skin.
I can’t help myself as I pinch her skin in my teeth, the words tearing in a growl from deep in my core. “I fucking love you.”
She stills in my grip, hair a mess falling around her face as she turns. I gather those waves of red fire in my fist and uncover her face to see the only thing I need right now.
That fucking smile.
She doesn’t need to say it back. Not yet. It’s enough that she knows where I’m at. Who she is to me. Rough, soft, hard, mean, Daddy… I’ll be her everything, and if she gives me that smile? I’m a fucking king.
When I finally pull out, she whimpers, a flood of our combined pleasure running from her little opening. I turn her carefully, lifting her onto the fence rail so we're face to face, stabbing two fingers into her battered opening to hold my cum inside.
Her cheeks are flushed, eyes dazed with pleasure, the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen.
"There's something we need to clear up," I start as her pussy pulses around my thick fingers. Her eyes are wide but dilated, the sex rush still on her cheeks, hazing her vision I’m sure. "I don't ever want you hearing something and not asking me about it. Not running away in your head where I can't reach you."
She looks down, but I tilt her chin back up with my other hand.
"Look at me." I grip her chin hard, forcing her lips to pucker, her eyes to meet mine. "Whatever this is between us—" I give her a thrust with my fingers, making her gasp, "—isn't up for debate. But I need to be inside your head the same way I'm inside your body. Complete fucking access. All the time."
"Even the scary parts?" she whispers, her small hand clutching at my wrist. “The stupid, insecure, dumb, silly—"
“All of it." I brush my thumb across her lower lip, then replace it with my mouth, kissing her deep and hard before pulling back. "Daddy doesn't do misunderstandings, baby girl. You think something, you say it. Right then. I'll handle the rest. That's what being mine means."
She nods slowly. "I just thought… maybe I was just an obligation to you."
A growl rises in my throat before I can stop it. "Do I look like a man who does anything out of fucking obligation?"
A small smile curves her lips. "No."
"No," I agree, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. When I pull back, I hold her gaze. "I protect what's mine. And you, Delaney Hart, have been mine since the second I pulled you from that river. Not because I promised your father. Because something in me recognized you—knew exactly where you belonged even before I slid inside you for the first time." I pump my fingers in and out, feeding my cum back up toward her womb. "Mine to breed. Mine to keep. Mine to fucking worship."
She settles her hands on my cheeks, buried in my beard, her forehead on my shoulder. She unfolds, softens.
"Let's go home," I murmur against her hair. “I’m going to take my fingers out of you, but you put yours in, understand? You hold all that good Daddy juice inside you until I say otherwise, clear?”