Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Watching her tits bounce with every one of my strokes is euphoria—so perky, so plump. Just like her lips, which hang open as she sips deep breaths with each pump. The table shakes beneath us, but I can’t stop myself. I’m a beast right now, my heart racing, my blood pumping, my cock ready to explode. I grab her thighs with both hands and hold her legs wide open, hypnotized as I pick up the pace.
“You’re going to be mine now,” I tell her, my balls tighter. “And to prove it, I’m going to breed you.”
“Breed me?”
This isn’t just lust anymore. This is promise. And I’m going to make that promise with an action I can’t undo.
“I’m going to finish inside you,” I tell her, rutting passionately. “And you’re going to get pregnant.”
Her eyes widen. “Pregnant. I—I hadn’t even considered that.”
But she loves it. I feel the slick walls of her hot pussy tighten up around my girth as she looks up at me, gently stroking my jawline with two soft fingers. I move my hand to her flat belly and caress her gently.
“Your belly will grow with my baby inside. And we will be the perfect couple. I’ll take care of you, Katie. You’ll never have to worry about anything.”
She nods, sending my heart to the moon. “I know, Daddy. I know.”
I pick up the pace, taking no mercy on her fresh wet walls. The trunk of my hard-on is nearly splitting her in two, and I stare down at the lips of her pussy gripping my shaft as I thrust, like her body is trying to keep me inside where I belong.
Her face twists with pleasure. I know she’s close, and I can’t wait to wake her up with my tongue, give her countless orgasms every day until she’s addicted to me. I don’t even know how I’m going to manage to go to work now, knowing that Katie is here for me, ready and willing to spread her legs whenever I want.
My hips piston in and out robotically as I lose myself in the pleasure of her pussy. I’m getting close now. To last any longer, I’d literally have to pull out and hurt myself to take my mind off just how good she feels. This heavenly experience has my mind floating, and when I hear Katie moan my name, I know there’s no more holding back.
My hips buck forward into her tightness, and I growl like a wild animal as my cock pumps, spewing my seed into her sweet cunt. Katie cries out in response, and I feel her body quiver against mine as her own orgasm shakes through her. We come together, wrapped in a shared experience I fought for so long against.
But now I’ve done it.
I’ve given in. Made Katie mine. Gave her my babies. And it’s only a matter of time before she’s my pregnant wife, caring for my children by my side.
“Take it, take it, take it,” I bellow as I drain my balls deep inside her stretched-out little hole. “You’re mine now, baby—”
The words are barely out of my mouth before I slump down on top of her. For a long second, the only sounds are our breathing, ragged and desperate. The earth is still spinning, but my world has been remade.
Then, with a loud snap, the table collapses out from underneath us. I nearly land on top of her but catch myself on my elbows, gasping as my orgasm continues to ripple through me.
Katie is laughing as I wrap my arm around her and pull her close, the plump flesh of her teenage breasts so warm and soft against my body. “Oops,” she giggles.
Kissing her just behind the ear, relishing in the sensation of still being inside her, I whisper, “It’s fine. I never liked that table anyway.”
6
KATIE
Morning light filters through the thin curtains, painting the room in gold. Today’s shadows are unfamiliar. Everything has shifted since yesterday. My tiny bed feels different as I roll to the side and smile, remembering Cameron’s presence when he slept beside me, radiating heat with his strong arm wrapped protectively around me. I felt like a trophy. A treasure.
The sound of hammering causes me to sit up. Not the harsh, aggressive noise you often hear in the park of someone tearing something down, but the precise strikes of someone building, repairing. A smile crosses my face.
And I think I know what that might be.
I find Cam in the kitchen, kneeling beside the table we destroyed last night. I watch as he repairs the leg that snapped off and the crack in the top made from all that pounding he gave me. I can feel myself getting wet just thinking about it…
His movements are so attractive. Skilled, precise, economical, the obvious movements of a man who fixes things for a living. “I thought you hated that table,” I say with a smile, causing him to turn. I’m wearing nothing but a pair of panties, and seeing his eyes stop on my exposed breasts fills me with a sense of pride.