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Her breathing changes for a moment as I settle deeper, filling her completely.
I stay there, firmly planted inside her for a long moment before pulling back halfway.
Her pussy feels like a velvet glove around my throbbing cock as I thrust in and out for a few more minutes, feeling my release grow close. I stifle a grunt and look at her pretty face as I unload yet another warm load inside her juicy hole, filling her up even more. The thought of having both her ass and pussy filled with my seed has a wicked effect on my senses. She’s still out like a light and when I slip out of her a few moments later, I know I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive.
***
A few hours later, I feel her small hand reaching out to feel for me in the darkness.
“Jacob?”
“I’m right here, sweetheart. What is it?”
“Nothing. A nightmare. I’m sorry to have woken you.”
“You’re safe, baby girl. Go back to sleep, okay? It will be morning soon.”
She snuggles closer to me and my dick is already hard from feeling her warm body next to me.
“What if I don’t want to sleep?” Her hand slides down my briefs, stopping between my thighs and caressing my hard cock over the fabric. “Will you make love to me, Jacob?”
I swallow hard, pull her closer to me, and feel her up, basking in the dirty deed I indulged myself in.
“Touch yourself, my pet. You’re still soaked with my cum,” I whisper. “Daddy’s already creamed your sweet pussy while you were asleep.”
She seems shocked, but only for a brief moment.
“You did?”
“Yes, princess. I told you I am a wicked old man. You're mine, now, remember? I like nothing more than your beautiful body leaking with my seed as it is now,” I breathe, stroking her soft hair. “Now, go back to sleep, okay?”
She sighs, then turns on her side again, whispering a soft, “Okay.”
I snuggle up close to her and a few minutes later her soft snoring fills the silent room.
“Sweet dreams, my precious,” I whisper, tucking a loose strand of her silky hair behind her ear.
You’re mine.
Chapter 19
Jacob
The following morning comes fast with her here and I want her to feel cherished so a little breakfast is in order. I'm starving and I know she'll be too when she rises. My cock stirs in my pants at the sight of her, appearing just as I am plating an omelet, the smell of cooked eggs and bacon filling the air.
“Look who’s up,” I say, loving the effortless way in which she appears to do every single thing. “How’d you sleep?”
She lets out a long yawn, then pulls back a seat. “Okay, I guess. It might take me a while to adjust to this climate. The silence and all. I’m used to hearing cars honking and airplanes flying right over my house. Can you turn the radio on, please? I like a little music in the morning.”
I put the pots and pans away, turn the radio on low and take the seat opposite her.
“Well, it’s a big change. Eat up now, before it gets cold.”
“I thought you said you didn’t cook.”
I smile, hold her gaze. ‘I Was Made For Loving You’ plays on the radio and I watch as she digs into her food, swallowing one large bite after the other. “That about sums up my cooking skills, sweetheart.”
“It’s good, Jacob. Thanks.”
