Page 13 of Road Rage Daddy
“Your pussy’s gushing with cream, that’s how bad you want Daddy to fuck you.”
I open my mouth to scream and curse at him when he pounces, lowering himself and shoving his cock between my parted lips. Emit grabs my jaw so I can’t bite his dick off.
“Taste it,” he growls. “That’s all you, baby.” My eyes roll back in my head as he fucks my mouth, deep enough to make it difficult to breathe, but not so deep that I gag or choke. “Ah fuck, Daddy’s gonna warm your belly with hot cum if you keep sucking me like that.”
My eyes pop open with alarm.
Emit gives me a wicked smile as he rubs my cheek with his thumb. “Bet you didn’t even know you were trying to suck the cum right out of my shaft, did you? Lie to me again. Tell me you don’t want it.”
I do absolutely nothing, frozen solid, while we stare into each other’s eyes.
He laughs. “That’s what I thought.” He slowly pumps in and out of my mouth. “You could have grabbed my balls and ripped them off if you wanted to stop me, but you didn’t. You know why?”
I shake my head a fraction with my fingers relaxed at my sides.
Emit pulls out with a low groan, then walks back on his knees, shoves my legs up and out, then forces his dick balls deep inside me, making me release a long, high-pitched moan.
“Utah, baby. That place is supposed to be crawling with men who want young wives. Throw a rock in any direction and you’ll hit a man happy enough to sprint down the aisle with you. And yet, here you were, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, returning to Texas a virgin. You wanna know why?”
“Why?” I snap, pushing my hands into my hair while I desperately try to stop from moaning again when Emit shoves my shirt and bra up to my neck, then thrusts into me hard enough to make my breasts bounce.
“Because you don’t want nice. You don’t want gentle. And the only flower I’m gonna give you is the one that sucks your clit and makes you see stars while I fuck your virgin ass.”
I whimper at the mental image, my asshole clenching. “Hell no! You’re not getting anywhere near my ass, you psycho! I’ll get my knife and—”
Emit slaps his hand over my lips. “Shut your mouth before you wake the kids.”
I narrow my eyes but don’t make a peep when he removes his hand.
“As I was saying…” His eyes twinkle when he narrows them back playfully. “You want a man to take you hard. To force you. That’s why your pussy’s got a death grip on me every time I pull back. Why your thirsty little tongue couldn’t stop stroking my dick. It’s why you scream ‘Daddy’ when I make you cum.”
I gape at him. “I do not!”
Emit stops, a smug grin splitting his face. “You didn’t know you did that, either, huh? Oh my god, baby. This is too good, too good.” He chuckles, a feverish desire in his eyes when he backs off the bed, yanking me toward the edge of the mattress. “I’m going to make you scream for Daddy again.”
With my ass hanging off the side, Emit forces my ankles up over his shoulders. Bracing one hand on the bed, he presses on my lower belly with the other, applying steady pressure as he finds my clit with his thumb and plays with it while he thrusts his cock in and out of me.
“Won’t be able to do this once you’re pregnant, so I gotta get my fix now. Take it, baby. Enjoy it.”
I have no idea what he means. All I know is the pressure is getting to be too much as he attacks my pleasure centers in a way I’ve never been able to accomplish myself, and I can’t clench my stomach muscles to ward it off any longer. When I reach the peak that I usually hit right before orgasming, I expect to go hurtling off the edge into bliss, but it just keeps building up and up and up and…I grab a pillow and hold it down over my face while I scream, shuddering as I lose control of my bodily functions.
Emit grabs and throws the pillow across the room, smiling wickedly as I cry, shivering with ecstasy. “I knew I could make you squirt. Gonna make you do it again and again and again until you pass out.”
“Yes—no—please,” I mumble, already lightheaded, my legs tingling the longer Emit keeps me in this position.
Emit snaps his hips, cocking his head as mine lolls to the side. “I take that back. I want to see if I can make you squirt while you’re passed out, too.”
I can’t do anything but watch through heavy-lidded eyes as my clit becomes so over-sensitized that I eventually lose feeling when he makes me lose control again, high as a kite on euphoria.
The next time my eyes shut, they don’t reopen again until sunshine spills over my naked body, which no longer feels like my own. At some point last night, Emit shoved a stack of pillows below my ass to prop my hips up, my lower half sticky and wet.
I flick my gaze around, finding myself alone in the pretty, pale blue bedroom, my clothes missing. I suck in a pained breath, rolling off the pillows, landing on the floor with a thud that knocks the wind out of me. If ever I wanted to leave, now’s the time to do it. I can’t risk running into the living room, in case Emit is out there. I’m sure he’s hidden the keys to his truck and my SUV, so I have to think of something else.
I crawl across the hard floor toward the window, thinking that’s how I’ll escape if he hasn’t tampered with the latches. I could hide in the trees, make my way to the road, and flag down some help. I grab the windowsill to pull myself up on unsteady legs and get the window cracked open only a few inches before I hear it.
Children laughing.
And then I see them. My niece and nephews—my children—squealing and running about in their new clothes, their dad chasing them while wearing Aiden in a baby carrier strapped to his chest. It’s just like that phantom vision. I count them, realizing we’re missing a few.
