Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
I ease back and then surge forward. Teagan moans. My mouth claims hers in a kiss that makes us both breathless as I pound into her. Part of me worries about hurting her, but if I am, she’s taking it like a champ. I rut into her like a beast in heat, like a mythical god from some legend, the kind that drags maidens back to its lair to ravage them. But I don’t need scores of maidens to sate me—
I only need my angel.
“Feel that?” I growl, as I fuck her. “That’s what you do to me. Daddy wanted to be careful with his little girl, but one taste of your sweet pussy and he can’t help himself. He’s got to own you, inside and out.”
“It’s okay, Daddy.” She cups my face with the hand she’s not using to stroke her pussy. “I love the way it feels.”
Her pussy throbs around my cock, tensing and releasing. I gaze between us at the spot where her fingers are circling frantically. She whimpers. I can’t imagine ever getting enough of feeling her pleasure from the inside out. I watch my cock piston into her hot body, note how slick and shiny my shaft looks coated in her delicious cream.
She goes taut. She cries out. She comes.
I fucking lose it.
My hips pitch back and forth with renewed fury, until I’m slamming into my little girl like a goddamned battering ram. I’ve never wanted to claim a woman so completely.
But being inside her isn’t enough. I have to mark her, fill her with my seed until it overflows. She’s sure as shit not on birth control, but pulling out or stopping to grab a condom isn’t an option.
Teagan is mine. No matter what happens, I will take care of her.
I fuck her hard and kiss her harder. She wraps herself around me like a baby monkey clinging to its mother. I give her everything I’ve got, all my strength and love and fervor—
That’s when it hits me...
I fucking love this girl.
Pleasure blinds me. I roar, pumping my pleasure into Teagan’s tight little cunt. Her pussy drinks it up as well as it can, and even after my balls are spent, my cock stays hard. It’s like there’s no stopping my desire, no ceiling to how badly I can crave this girl. I’ve just popped her cherry, and already I want to flip her onto all fours and fuck her from behind until she screams my name.
But there’ll be plenty of time for that later, I tell myself. First, I need to make sure she’s all right.
Slowly, I pull out of her, and the river of cum that follows quickly soaks into the duvet. Good thing I always keep a spare set of bedding in the linen closet. I roll us out of the wet spot and pull her into my lap. She rests her head on my chest and sighs.
“How do you feel, angel? I know you said you liked it when I fucked you hard, but some of those thrusts were pretty brutal.”
“Some did hurt a little,” she says. “Others, more than a little...”
Shit. I could fucking kick myself for not being more careful. “I’m sorry, Teagan—”
“Don’t be sorry. Even when it hurt, I still loved it, because it meant I was making you feel good.” She looks down at her pussy and smiles. “I like making you feel good.”
I cradle her sweet face. “It felt better than good, angel. It felt amazing.”
Eyelids heavy with sleep, she gives me the full weight of her head, which I gladly take. Gazing at her innocent face, I think about telling her the truth: that I love her. Every incredible inch of her. And that I always will.
But we’ve only just met. I don’t want to scare her, and as she drifts off in my arms, it becomes clear she’s already been through the ringer tonight. I’ll keep the thought to myself for now. Just until the moment’s right.
I pull back the covers and lay her down on the sheet, then get up to change the duvet. Back with a fresh set of blankets, I can’t help stopping halfway to the bed to watch her sleep.
My Teagan. My angel. My sweet baby.
I tuck us both in and then pull her close, listening to the ebb and flow of her breathing. It’s surprising, how natural it feels, having her in my space. I’ve been single long enough that sharing a bed should take some getting used to. But it’s as if I’ve been walking around with a void in my life that I wasn’t aware of. Now that Teagan’s filled it, I can’t imagine anyone else ever occupying the space.
She’s the one. It’s that simple. And that complicated.
At some point I’m going to have to tell Mary the truth about what’s happened between us. She’s gonna want to murder me, and I can’t say as I blame her. Hopefully I can show her that I, too, want what’s best for Teagan.