She moans as I slide out, then yells as I slam all the way back in.
Pulling herself up with her arms around my neck, she presses her body against mine.
Her hot, golden skin, glistening with sweat, most of it mine, presses against me and our heat joins.
Now pushing, almost all the way in. My balls bounce against the cheeks of her ass. I stand. Her arms and legs grip around me so tight, I know she’s going to stay attached. Wrapped on me. Nothing would pull her off now.
“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, please.” I hold her ass as her beautiful pussy takes all of me and she rocks along my rail, almost as hard as I pummel into her pussy’s delicious wings.
Chapter 11 Greta
The stretch of my little flower around his huge cock is a sore ache, deep and hard. But so very fucking good.
I slide my hips to push my cunt along his cock as far as hard as I can. It hurts, but it’s a pain that I can’t get enough of. And I know that I will never get enough of it. Not when it’s him.
Now I know what it means to be his.
I knew before the snap. Before he speared his way in. Deep side me. When I first felt the naked heat of his raw cock. When I felt him parting my lips, I knew it then. I knew it and I knew that I needed it.
Hanging onto him, my hands on his head, my mouth on his. My legs round his body. His cock filling me. Pumping life into me. We are one.
I feel like I’m the part that he’s been missing. And he’s power I need.
He holds my breasts, squeezes, makes my hard buds sting, I wonder, how many times it will take. Not that it matters. I want to do this, now, forever.
He tips his hips as he spreads his thighs farther apart. His angle has changed. Raised. He pierces me like a huge spike. My cunt hugs him, squeezes him, sucks him. I try so hard, my poor little pussy flutters. Still he stretches me, like he is going to split me in two.
I angle my hips so he scrapes me harder. At the front, it’s like the biggest, most impossible itch.
Another rumble of boiling sensation, rolls inside me. Growing like a snowball. Till the snowball is going to become an avalanche. Until it’s a sliding glacier, and landslip, bursting, slipping, crashing, plunging explosion. An implosion of an earthquake. A tsunami. The insides of my legs zing and buzz. My ass clenches. I realize I’m scraping my nails down his back, over his sides. Down his hard stomach muscles. He holds me by my hips and beats his cock into me.
I shake and I howl, gushing like a waterfall. My dam ready to burst again.
He grips my hair and pulls it.
“Yes, Daddy,”
He jerks my head so I’m looking in his eyes. His face is tense and red.
“Now, baby doll. Now!”
This is going to be the big one. I know it.
“I really love you, baby doll!”
“I love you, too, Daddy!”
I’m afraid I’m going to come again. Too soon. Being afraid, makes it happen.
I burst and implode. Collapsing again. Shouting and drenching. Quaking, hot. Helpless.
And his massive pole scrapes and reams into me.
Another great wave rolls up from nowhere. Like the ocean bubbled and boiled. Brimmed and spilled. He pumps and blasts hot, sticky bolts inside me. Splashing me. Coating me. Filling me.
His hand takes hold of my breast. Runs down my stomach. My thighs part and my knees sag. His strong fingers are on the outside of my skirt. Pressing against my stomach. Moving down. I know that he can feel how hot I am. The steely look in his eyes makes me weak.
“I really love you, Daddy.” He always gets excited when I call him that.
“We’re going to be making babies, you and me. Lots of babies. I love you so much, baby doll.”
I think I must be pregnant, the number of times he’s pumped me full of his hot cum, but he’s determined. And it’s okay with me if we keep on doing it four or five times a day forever. Only, I wish I could get a positive test sooner, because he won’t let me suck his cock and swallow his seed until he knows that I am pregnant for certain.
And I am dying to feel his hot, thick cum slather over my tongue and slide down my throat.
Chapter 12 Greta
“My father tries, I know that he does, Logan. But he makes bad judgements. I shouldn’t blame him for it. The drinking, the half baked schemes, the great grand plans for the never going to work. He wasn’t like that before he went overseas. He did his duty, and he sacrificed.” I love how Logan listens, so patiently.
“He sacrificed, Mama sacrificed. We all did. I’m not really sure that he was repaid for all that sacrifice. Okay, shit tell it like it is, he is owed. What he was paid, for what he did? That’s not service. That’s abuse.” He takes my hand.
“What I do for him, it’s never going to be enough. I can’t take care of a full-grown man. And I can’t fulfill his needs. His need to be a man, to be a provider. To be the head of his house. And I can’t bring Mama back.” I have ton brush a tear with the back of my hand. Logan kisses it away tenderly, from my cheek, then from my knuckle.
“I just thought that if I made a sacrifice
