Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Parker…”
Hearing my name as a tender mewl is like a shot of adrenaline straight to my chest. I’d reply if I could, but my mouth is a little busy at the moment. Yes, baby. I’ve got you.
This girl is truly an angel. A twisted, fearless, wicked little angel who has managed to take complete control over me. I may be able to toss her around, pin her down, or even take her life if I chose, but she has seized power over my emotions, my soul, the very essence of who I am. And that’s something I never thought possible.
I grin with pride as she comes. Her body twitches, and her hips buck up off the couch with such force that I have to snatch her by the waist to keep her from thrashing away from me and onto the floor. A chatter of broken gasps bursts from her lips with each pulse of her climax. Cuteness overload. I hold her steady, keeping the pressure on my tongue just right until she starts to come down and I’m able to release her.
Then I sit up over her and unzip my pants. She looks up at me with dazed and groggy eyes as I heft my cock out of my briefs and set it down on her tummy–right on that little rise above her pussy just above her clit.
“Where’d you learn to do that?” she mutters.
I don’t even bother answering. I can’t. Any control I had over my rational self is gone now. All that’s left are my primal passions, which have completely taken the reins.
I lift her shirt to expose her perfect breasts, then stare down at her gorgeous face as I enter her. The sight of her jaw dropping as she stretches around my swollen shaft is as good as it gets. How could a cruel son of a bitch like me ever ask for more? Her body twitches as I fuck her–aftershocks from the oral orgasm I just gave her. Like the little fuck-doll she was for me last night, her head lulls to one side and her eyes close as she fully submits to me, taking whatever I have to dish out.
Which is a lot.
The sensation of being inside her is nearly too much to handle. I know I’m the only man to have her–I felt her cherry pop when I took her last night. But I have to hear confirmation from her.
“Ali,” I growl, leaning down so my lips are nearly pressed against hers.
“Mmm?” Her reply is no more than a murmur. A sigh of content as her breasts bounce beneath me with each one of my deep, deliberate strokes.
“I was your first, wasn’t I? You’ve never fucked anyone else.” She nods, but that’s not enough for me. I grab her by the chin and force her to look up at me. “Say it. You’ve never fucked anyone else.”
I’d expected her to look up at me in fright. Attempt to shake free of my grip. But to my surprise, she simply smiles and shakes her head. “No one’s ever had me but you, Daddy.”
A triumphant sensation buries itself in my chest. Did she just call me Daddy? I’ve never been into that sort of thing before, but hearing her say it is a massive turn-on. This is a girl who’s not afraid to express what she wants, and I absolutely love that. Especially because I know I’m the only man she’ll express those things to.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I snarl, dragging my tongue across her lower lip. “Call me Daddy again.”
“Daddy,” she moans. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
That’s it. All this intensity and exploration is simply too much for me. I want to pound her for hours until she can barely walk tomorrow, but that’s not possible right now. I simply can’t hold out any longer.
Like a teenage boy, I bust early and without warning. My cock erupts, and I feel a massive load spraying inside of her, causing me to bury every one of my inches deep inside her tight little fuck hole. Ali cries out and goes off again, the walls of her womanhood clenching around my hard-on as it pulses my seed and I empty my balls into her.
We’re made for each other. We’re both bent, somehow broken. I don’t know how just yet, but I’ll find out. I’ll discover everything about her there is to know. But what then? What if she really is a spy? A Fed? What if she’s innocent, and someone from my old life comes back to kill me and she ends up collateral damage?
I’d never be able to live with myself.
Cold seizes my chest, like ice water soaking my lungs. Another switch flips inside me, and I rocket to my feet. Ali looks up at me, a little surprised but mostly content as the final tremors of her climax roll through her.