Page 46 of Jealous Convict

I have to grind my teeth a few times, get some pangs of pain going on elsewhere just to ground myself.

No matter what we do, Kitty never completely loses that innocence, her wide-eyed wonder at our adventures making me feel like the luckiest man in the world.

Hell, I can’t stop myself from marveling at that one more time as I caress my hands over the round firmness of her ass. “How did I get so fucking lucky, baby?”

“I’m the lucky one, Daddy,” she whispers, those eyes rushing over my face and body. “I get to have you as my husband and father of my children. I get to love you and have you love me in return.”

Her words weaken me and I bend over her body, inhaling her pure goodness straight into my soul. “Jesus, Kitty. You say things like that and I want to tear myself open and place my beating heart in your hands. You already have it, you know that, don’t you? Everything I am, every breath I take is yours. Tell me you know this,” I growl, my hand stealing between her legs to pet her warm, tight pussy.

She squirms beautifully, and the sounds that fall from her lips?

I’m leaking into my boxers and my cock is throbbing so hard I fear it’s going to tear out of my pants and seek out its home like a fucking guided missile.

With great effort, I pull myself away, stare down at the round globes and the wet, tight heaven between.

“I love you, baby. So fucking much. That’s why I have to do this. You know that, don’t you?”

She exhales shakily.

At her tiny nod, I bring my hand down on her supple ass, feeling the delicious bounce beneath my palm right before her skin flares in a gorgeous burst of red.

“Oh!” She tries to jerk away but I hold her firm.

Smack.

“Daddy!” she wails but stops evading. Hell, she moves a tiny bit closer, wriggling that delectable ass.

Smack.

Leaning back I see that she’s getting wetter, drenching her outer lips and thighs. “Let’s go over the rules again, little girl. Will you open the front door without me again?”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

“No, Daddy. I promise!”

“And why won’t you be doing that?”

“Because I need to stay inside, where it’s safe.”

Smack. “And?”

“And because no one else gets to see Daddy’s little girl when he’s not around.”

Smack. Smack.

I stare down at my handprints on her ass and a wave of primitive possession sweeps through me. “You know I’ll tear the world apart before I let anyone else see what’s mine, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Tell me you’re mine,” I growl, sinking back onto my knees and spreading her thighs wide. Wider. She’s splayed like the most magnificent buffet ready to be devoured and I don’t stop myself.

Spreading her ass cheeks, I lick her from clit to that tight rosy pucker flesh I’ll be invading before morning.

“I’m yours! Always only yours,” she cries, then gasps, “Oh, please. More. That feels so good. I’ve missed you so much.” She sobs her way through her first orgasm.

Then another.

She’s still trembling wildly when I yank off my clothes, catch her up in my arms and flip our positions, dropping onto the step and spreading her over my lap, her thighs on either side of me.

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