Daddy For The Night
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“You have absolutely nothing to fear, Kiwi. I will never leave you. I will never make you have to care for our baby on your own. I will pay for father to get the best comfort and care possible. Bella isn’t going to give a shit. You can take some online classes for a while and I’ll hire a weekly tutor to help you and keep you on track with your classes, but you know you don’t need to go to school, right? I can take care of you.” Mr. McCoy cradles me against his warm chest.
I look up at him and wipe the tears from my eyes.
“You can take care of me all you want, but I will be getting my degree and I will work when I am ready and want to, you can’t take that from me.” I state firmly.
He smiles proudly and relief floods my veins.
“You got it, Kiwi.” He kisses my forehead.
“I’m horny…” I admit through a giggle.
“Well then let’s get you taken care of.” Mr. McCoy’s cock hardens beneath his pants, my grip on it through his pants. I unbuckle his pants and he slides them down. “Get naked, Kiwi.” He commands and I begin removing my clothes quickly.
He moves his hand and rubs my wet center that’s swollen with need. His cock is firm and long, ready to pound into me.
“Put your knees on the couch, face the back of it.” He commands and I follow his directions.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
I scream out in pain and my pussy grew wetter.
“That’s for thinking I’d ever leave you, thinking that you’d be alone to raise our baby, and for giving a damn about what anyone in this world thinks about us.” He growls. “Now, you understand when I say you’re mine forever… right? No more thoughts that I’ll ever leave you and no more thoughts about what anyone else will think of us, right?”
I nod in agreement.
“I can’t hear your nod, do I need to spank you again?” He questions sternly.
“No. I understand. Yes, I know you will be with me and our baby forever and I don’t care what anyone thinks about us.” I whimper.
“Good, my sweet little Kiwi. Good.” He lifts my ass more toward him and slides his cock into my pussy from behind me. I moan out in pleasure as he stretches my tight hole completely open with his thick length. I begin to grind hips back into him against his cock. A smack instantly stinging my ass. “You like feeling my cock deep inside your sweet cunt, Kiwi?” He growls roughly.
“Yes! Yes!” I whimper out in pleasure. He slams his cock in and out of me, hard. Over and over, my legs begin to shake. “I-I can’t hold myself up anymore.” I moan. Mr. McCoy reaches for my hair, grasping a full wad of it in his hand and he pulls back. Pounding into me harder and using my hair as leverage to hold him up. The stinging of my scalp sent tingles through to my core. My release building by the second. He pumps faster and harder into my pussy, the sounds of the friction between our parts echoing through the living room. His cock thickens and twitches as I come against his length and he spurts out loads of his hot sticky cum deep inside of me.
We spend the day lost in each other and enjoy the alone time with several sessions of intercourse and foreplay. We can’t get enough one another. I hope he still feels this way about me the bigger I grow and even after the baby arrives.
This man is perfect. Everything I could have ever dreamed of and far more.
“I love you, Kiwi.” He breaks the silence in the room, as we lay naked next to one another on the living room floor now.
“I love you, Mr. Daddy.”
Mr. McCoy stands and leaves the living room, I watch his toned bare ass as he shuffles quickly up the stairs toward his room. I want to sink my teeth into his butt cheeks. I can’t believe he’s really mine. After a brief minute, Mr. McCoy comes back into my sight. A full frontal view of his long cock dangling down his thigh. My mouth begins to water as I think of him fucking my throat. I notice he’s got something hidden in his palms.
“Stand up,” he says as he reaches for my hand to lift me from the floor. I stand bare naked before him, and he kneels down onto one knee. Pressing his nose against the small tuft of pubic hair on my mound and inhaling the scent of our sex. “I want this forever. I want you forever.” He looks up at me, his eyes glistening in the sunlight that’s beaming through the living room windows. He opens his other palm and reveals a small green velvet box. My stomach sinks and my knees grow weak.
“Marry me, Kiwi. Be mine forever, and marry me.” Mr. McCoy reveals the biggest sparkly diamond I’d ever seen in my life. I held my left hand out for him and my whole body began shaking.
“Yes! Yes, I will always be your forever. I will marry you, Mr. Daddy.”
SNEAK PEEK OF
DIRT BAG
Prick Magnet Series, Book #1
NADIA WILD
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PROLOGUE
“It’s not you, it’s me…” If that wasn’t a cliché as hell line to pull for dumping me after six years of being together, I don’t know what is. The stupid son of a bitch was supposed to be my high school sweetheart, we were supposed to get married and fucking procreate and make the cutest little brown curly haired offspring. I neatly stacked the rest of my belongings into the last moving box and sealed it shut with packing tape.
Stepping out of the bedroom, I run right into Aaron and drop the box on his foot.
“You weren’t even supposed to be here!” I hollered at him, annoyed. “If anything in there broke, you’re paying for it. Least you could do after breaking my heart, right?” I snipped. Aaron shifted his eyes down toward the floor and lifted the box for me.
“I’m sorry, D.J. but you know my mom doesn’t like you… she never has.” The blood in my veins began to boil, my face turned red with heat.
“Oh, so now the fucking truth comes out. I always knew you and your mom had a weird as fuck relationship, Norman Bates.” I spat with fury and roughly grabbed the box from his hands. “Move, Norman. I’ve got shit to do today and you’re wasting my time as though six years wasn’t enough for you to waste already.” I pushed past him and headed toward the door of our tiny apartment.
“That’s not fair, Devin! And that isn’t true!” He hollered, defending himself. I steadied the box on one arm and extended my other up in the air, flipping him the bird, then gripped the handle to exit, and slammed the door shut behind me.
Rushing out the apartment building doors, I saw Tiffany parked out front as she was waiting for me to load her car up with the last box.
“How’d it go? I tried texting you to let you know Aaron was on his way up but you didn’t respond.” Tiffany scrunched her face, posing a look of concern as she stepped out from her car and walked to the back to unlock her trunk for me.
“How do you think it went?” I rolled my eyes and sighed heavily.
“That bad, huh?” Tiffany puffed on her cigarette and I set the box in her trunk, and then slammed it shut.
“Yep, that bad. It’s all because of his demon of a mother.” I grabbed the cigarette from her fingers and placed it between my lips. Her eyes widened as I inhaled and began coughing obnoxiously. “Jesus Christ, why did you let me do that?” I questioned through loud hoarse coughs and Tiffany began chuckling.
“There was no stopping you at that point. You know you’re too impulsive and stubborn, dip shit.” She laughed at my expense some more and the
n walked to the driver’s side of her car and slipped in.
“Whatever, asshole. I’ll follow you to your place.” I flipped her the bird and jogged over to my favorite little piece of shit, my white 1990 Dodge Monaco that’s barely hanging by a thread. I wiggled the door handle and yanked hard, opening the door. Glancing up to the window that I peered out every morning while drinking a cup of coffee as Aaron left for work, I saw him standing there. Watching me as everything I owned was packed away in Tiffany’s car and my own. Our eyes met briefly before the knot began to form in my throat. I refused to cry. Six years down the drain, a complete and utter waste of my fucking time. There was no way I would waste anything more on him, especially my tears.
I will not cry.
I ain’t no bitch.
I will not cry.
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