Page 94 of Felonies are Forever

“Yeah. I’m fucking beating off thinking of you, Lula. I’m not going to apologize, I’m fucking jerking off, thinking of you in your bed, white little nightgown, me slipping in the bed behind you as you pull up your nightgown and start rubbing that all-star ass against my hard on.”

Silence.

That’s too far, Scotch. Too much, you deviant. You lost her.

“That’s hot,” she says and a spurt of cream leave the tip of my pulsing erection. “Keep going and I’ll join in on the fun. “

Score. This girl is fucking perfect.

“You want to drive Daddy crazy, don’t you? You want me to see you playing with that tight little cunt, knowing you’re all I think about all day.”

“I think of you too. I do like you taught me, I tickle myself when I think of you so my little kitty is ready when you come in my room.”

Fucking hell.

“That’s right, so that little pussy is right and ready for me. You like when I kiss it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers as I work my dick in a frenzy then I hear her add, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You are doing this sis, now, pay attention, are you playing with it now? Put the phone down between your legs so I can hear how wet you are.”

There’s a rustle and a soft moan in the distance as I hear the slick, wet sound of the rhythm of her fingers.

“I hear how sloppy you are. You’re Daddy’s wet little slut. Now, two fingers inside. Can you fit two?”

“I’ll try,” she answers, her voice farther away but still clear.

“Good girl, lay back on your pillow, let your knees go wide apart, it will help get those fingers inside. Soon enough, I’ll break in that little beginner opening, daddy’s cock is much bigger than two fingers.”

She moans and the sound gets faster, wetter, and my balls are practically inside out as I grip my shaft and work it top to base, top to base, remembering her scent. My heart is hammering in my chest.

“They’re inside, Daddy. Should I push them all the way? It hurts.”

Sweat breaks over my forehead. “Not all the way, that’s for me to do, just a little, now fuck in and out, say my name when you do.”

“Daddy,” she says and I’m two seconds away from blowing. “Daddy.”

“Faster. A little faster until you start to tingle.”

“Daddy.”

“Good girl,” I grit out. “Legs wider now, all the way wide, let me see what’s mine.”

Her moans are clearer, the sloppy wet sound louder. This girl is in my heart and my head on a level I never new before. Never thought I would have and I barely know her.

All hell is breaking loose inside me and I don’t know whether to run as fast as I can toward this or away.

“Pretend it’s Daddy’s cock, baby. Pushing inside that tight cherry you saved for me. Just a little at first, then I’ll fucking hold you down and fuck you until you know you’ll belong to me forever,” I growl, the softness leaving me as she starts to call out, my orgasm takes me by surprise, taking my sight, my rational mind… “You feel me fucking you, baby? Daddy’s cock all that way in, right up against that womb then—” I groan. “All my hot cream up inside that tight cunt.”

Mine. Mine. Mine.

She’s calling and coming right with me as a fountain of warm sticky release sprays up and out, landing on my hand, the floor, the new fucking sofa.

“That was crazy,” I groan as Lula’s breathing is closer now, she must have the phone back by her mouth.

“This is all crazy,” she says. “I think I’m going to pass out.”

“Lay down. Get some rest. I’m going to see you tomorrow.”

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