Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Slowly, I start to move, gently thrusting myself into her, the feeling of my dick sliding along her wet, slippery walls sending sparks of electricity shooting through my body. Her whimpers become cries as I increase my pace, pounding myself into her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I pull her head back. The sharp crack of my hand slapping her ass echoes around the room. Morgan yelps and moans salaciously.
“More, Daddy,” she cries. “Harder, Mr. Hooper.”
It should freak me out to hear her call me that. I should tell her to stop. But the truth of the matter is that hearing her call me Mr. Hooper while I’m buried deep in her tight, wet pussy is filthy. Dirty. And I fucking love it. I slap her ass again, drawing a moan from her that rings in my ears. My balls tighten, and the pressure builds inside of me. I know I won’t last much longer.
Grabbing her by the hips, I roll Morgan onto her back and brace myself on my arms above her. She spreads her legs, inviting me in, and I lean down, kissing her with the heat of my passion as I bury my cock inside of her. She gasps and groans as I thrust myself deep. I pound myself into her in a hard, steady rhythm, and I’m mesmerized, watching her full, perfect tits bouncing as I do. Her bright blue eyes are locked on mine, and her lips are slightly parted, a look of pure rapture on her face.
A grunt slips through my gritted teeth, and I feel the heat in my face as I try to hold back. Try to stave off the inevitable. I want this moment and these feelings to last. I’m not ready for them to end. But the friction of her tight pussy, gripping my shaft harder than a fist, is pushing me to the brink, and I can’t hold myself back.
“Fill me up, Mr. Hooper,” she moans. “Come inside of me, Daddy.”
And that’s all it takes. That sort of filth coming out of such a sweet, innocent face pushes me over the edge. My cock swells, and I throw my head back, moaning loudly as I burst. My cock throbs and pulses, shooting my thick, hot seed deep into her. And as I fill her up, Morgan’s body tenses and shakes. She calls out my name and digs her nails into my forearms as she writhes beneath me, as she orgasms. Her pussy contracts around me, making the fit even more snug as she milks every drop out of me.
Our breathing ragged, our hearts racing, we remain locked together as the warm glow of our union burns brightly around us. Morgan looks up at me with those wide blue eyes of hers and a strange look on her face. She reaches up and lays her hand against my cheek, and I lean into her. Feeling myself soften and slip out of her completely, I flop onto my back and stare up at the ceiling, my head spinning, and a smile on my face.
Morgan lays her head on my chest and traces lazy circles on my stomach with the tip of her finger as I gently stroke her back. Wrapped in a contented silence, neither of us speaks for a long moment. She finally raises her head and looks at me, a flirty smile on her full lips and tired eyes. She kisses my chest and lays her head back down. It’s not long before she slips into the slow, steady breath of sleep. I lean down and kiss the top of her head.
I don’t know what this is or where it’s going. All I know is this girl has awakened something in me I thought was long dead and gone. And I love her for it. All I know is that I think I love her.
10
MORGAN
Islowly emerge from the depths of a sound sleep and feel the smile stretch across my face. The comforting firmness of his body is pressed to mine, his muscular arm wrapped protectively around my waist, and his breath warm on the back of my neck. I smile and nuzzle closer to him, savoring the moment. Somehow, this all just feels too good to be true. As if I’m going to wake up and realize this is all just another one of my fantasies.
I don’t even recall falling asleep. All I remember is a wonderful evening with Mr. Hooper. My mind is pleasantly muzzy, but I do recall that at some point, I woke up to him taking off my heels and stockings and tucking me under the covers. I remember lying there for a couple of minutes, secretly pinching myself just to make sure the past few weeks hadn’t been some kind of fever dream. But no, it was real.