Page 38 of His Son's Wife
“Please,” she moaned, raising her hips.
I nudged the head, sliding it between her lips, bumping it over her clit.
“That’s it, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?” I cooed.
“Oh god,” she cried.
Close enough.
I plunged home, fucking into her, breaching her until she cried my name. She stretched out so beautifully that I paused to enjoy her muscles tightening around me.
“My hot little fuckpuppet,” I said, grinding myself against her, shoving the last few inches in.“This is what you needed. Daddy’s big cock inside you.”
I leaned over her to gather her hair and pulled her up until I could reach her breasts. I found her nipples, pinching and pulling at them until her pussy clutched at me.
“Ah, ah,” she gasped.
“Just breathe, relax. You’re doing so well, taking Daddy’s cock so deep.”
“So big,” she gasped.
“This is what you wanted, Princess.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, nodding.
“My good girl,” I said, pulling my hips back before slamming back into her.
There was no stopping me. I held onto her and began to snap my hips back and forth, each time feeling her stretch around me, taking me perfectly as she moaned.
“Oh, god, yes.”
My hand tightened around her breast, the other in her hair while I buried my face against her neck.
“That’s my dirty girl. Take it, Princess. Every last inch of me,” I growled beside her ear.
Even pinned between me and the bench, I felt her arse chasing after me, desperate for more.
“Oh, yeah. You’re going to come for me, Princess. Show me how messy you are. Drench Daddy’s cock,” I panted, thrusting so hard that I bumped something deep inside her.
She screamed as her orgasm tore through her and I fucked her harder. Her pussy fluttered around me.
“Fuck—Princess,” I groaned as I spilled into her.
I continued to rock against her soft arse, pumping every last drop inside her until she shook. Our ragged breaths filled the gym.
I knew working out would never be the same again.
Chapter 18
Sayla
Three days later I received a letter from my parents and the day after that, Maya’s. They sat unopened beside my frog. I felt ill at the thought of what was inside. I’d told them everything. How it all began and where I ended up. I hadn’t mentioned Daddy’s magnificent cock complication because they would think I’d jumped from the frying pan into the fire.
The door with Gabriel was firmly shut. The door that Wilson had opened for me was where I thrived. A weird little family—Daddy, Lydia, and even Wilson, though I mostly just teased him.
The bedroom door opened and Daddy stood there with a tray. As he grew closer I spotted the laminated sheet.
Pink.
