Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
“You’re a messy, horny little girl, aren’t you?” I growl, slapping her ass.
She moans every time I plunge into her. “Only for you, Daddy. Always for you.”
I grip her tit and pull her back toward me. Her spine arches. Her head rests on my shoulder. It’s a whole different angle, and her voice goes to a whole different pitch.
I know I’m hitting that spot inside that she likes.
It turns out I’m a fast learner when I care about the subject.
Biting down on her neck, I let myself loose. I pump harder and bounce her on my cock. She’s so small, I can treat her like a little fuckdoll.
When I come inside of her, I relax for the first time since…well, the last time I painted her insides with my come.
It’s been a hard week.
In more ways than one.
Tess is still modeling, although she’s stopped showing off her body. They have some costumes too. That’s where the fancy dress comes from. Today she was posing like some pretty lady from old-times, while I watched from outside the window, and I swear I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. The way that the ties on the dress pull in her waist, push up her tits, and show exactly how big her hips are…
I held myself back until we got back to the cabin.
But only just.
The sun’s fallen, so nobody can see us but God and the forest critters. I took her before we entered the cabin. Hiked her leg up on the porch chair and shoved myself inside.
Dirty girl wasn’t even wearing panties.
She’s still so tight it almost hurts. I had to press close, shifting and grunting, to force every inch deeper. It’s like that every time. No matter how wet she is. No matter how recently we fucked. She grips me like a glove a size too small. I’ve got no choice but to punch my hips into hers, fucking deeper, making sure she’s gonna be shaped to exactly my size.
When I’m still spurting my seed up inside her, I wiggle my fingers on her clit the way she likes. She comes too. I cover her mouth with my hand, so the whole forest won’t hear her screaming.
Then I lay her face down over the railing. Head down, ass up.
“Stay here a minute,” I say.
“Why?” she asks sleepily, contentedly, hair drooping.
“Because I’m making sure you get pregnant.” She showed me how the womb is at the end of her vagina—she drew diagrams—and I’m not an expert in this or anything else, but I figure my baby batter’s gotta pool in the baby oven for as long as possible if I wanna start baking.
I leave her there for a second, her juicy ass out in the cold, and grab some paper, some pastels. I sit myself on the patio furniture behind her.
“What are you doing?” Tess asks with a giggle.
“Memorizing you,” I say. “Pose for me, baby. Don’t get up. Just pose.”
“Like this?” She spreads her legs wider. The lips open up like flowers in springtime.
I sketch in a big hurry, trying to get out all the shapes the way I like. She’s all pinks and golds and cream surrounded by the foam of underskirts. “Perfect.” Sometimes it’s the only word I can think of for her. “Reach back. Pull yourself apart.”
“Like…like this?” I can hear the blush in her voice.
Even with the old-timey dress, her long fingernails are sequined. They frame her holes as she opens up her cheeks for me.
I rub my cock as I draw. “Yeah, baby. Just like that. Perfect.”
The shape of her is art, even before I’ve gotten it on the page.
She’s driving me wild.
I have to go over and lick her—just one long stripe, bottom to top, dragging the flat of my tongue from clit to asshole. Tess gasps out. Her knees tremble.
“I’m gonna have this, too,” I say, running my thumb in circles around the puckered pink bud of her asshole. “Soon.”
“When?”
“Once you’re getting big with my baby.” I’m not wasting any seed until I’m sure. I smooth the red marks on her ass, kiss her cheeks gently, and pull the dress down. “Let’s get inside. Someone’s waiting for you.”
The kitten, Frida, started yelling at me when I ran inside to get my supplies. She finally stops when she sees Tess. I relate. Some part of me is always screaming unless I’m holding her, too.
My woman scoops up her kitten and nuzzles her. “You’re getting so big,” Tess coos. She rests her head on my chest as the kitten rests on her breasts. “Look at you. Look at your big tummy. You’re growing so much.”
I put my arms around Tess, and it feels so right. We’re gonna be a family. I’m gonna make a future with her.
Then I’m shocked the kitten climbs up over Tess’s shoulder onto my arm.