Page 19 of The Doll Factory
Fuck her.
I have.
So much that her pelvic floor rotted out from the constant pool of cum I left.I’ve learned to rotate to slits between her ribs to disperse the damage.Just the thought of it makes my testes tighten with imminent need.
“On your back, dolly.”I grunt out as my palm quickens.“Careful of the dress.”
She complies, but with a tinge of fear lingering in her eyes.Shuffling herself from the edge, she leans back, flattening her palms on the mattress.
“No, raise those fingers to the wall, nice and stiff.Be my porcelain angel.”The frantic need to come in her has me crawling to my knees between her thighs.
She looks just like Mother, stretched out and frozen in place.
Sinking myself in a single motion, her tight pussy embraces my throbbing cock as if it was made for it.
Her full bottom lip drops, forming an “O” with her lush mouth.
I’m on the edge.Every nerve ending is burning, every muscle in my body clenches with a level of intensity I haven’t felt in years.Thrusting into her is a version of heaven I never knew existed.The dress rubs against my abdomen, bringing back the violence of my first time I felt it.Raw anguish, loathing, and triumph mixes into a potent nectar.
I’ve done it.I’ve created the final version.A better one.
“Do it.Come for me,” I pant as the first ripples of ecstasy crash through me.
With titanic force, her prime pussy locks down on my spurting cock and squeezes every drop out of me.
My thighs quiver and lose all function until I collapse over her.Spasms rock through her inner muscles, making me jerk with every clench.
Stars burst behind my eyes.Rolling off her, I throw my elbow over my face in a pitiful attempt to block the offensive lights.
I know letting her stay here while I sleep.I’m breaking all of my own rules, but I don’t care.
She’s perfection personified.
And she’s mine.
CHAPTER8
THE DOLL
As soon as I hear a soft snore, I slide my arm out from under him and slip off the table.The dress will better allow me to be unnoticed outside.Better than the babydoll outfit I was wearing earlier.
With a breath frozen in my lungs, I tiptoe from the room, careful not to make any sound.How far does his command reach?If I’m down the street, will he still be able to make me freeze when I don’t want to?
It takes genuine effort to ignore the repeated commands to return to his side that flare up in the sides of my mind.To keep my feet moving under me and not turn around.
In order to prevent the automatic thoughts from returning, I quote myself truths.
Your name is Lily.
You were born in Springfield.
You have a husband named Tim.
You love dogs.Wait!I have a dog named Molly.A West Highland terrier.
You hate sauerkraut.
A silent tear drips from my eye…
