Page 20 of Hot Revenge

I feel Cara slowly pull back. I don’t enjoy the way Valerie is talking about her daughter, in fact it makes red heat burn in my chest, but I can’t make her suspicious by defending Cara. Instead, I reach under the counter, grab the back of Cara’s head to keep her in place, and say, ‘She’s not my responsibility. The last thing I’d want is for her to bring some stray home.’

Valerie seems pleased with my comment as I force her daughter’s head up and down my length. Puffs of breath fan over my groin.

‘Well,’ my wife says as a car horn sounds from outside. I glance out the window and spot Linda’s husband’s car idling. ‘If you see that useless daughter of mine, tell her to get her finger out and get a job, it’s about fucking time she moves out of my house.’

‘My house,’ I bark as she turns to leave.

She glares over her shoulder and storms out of the kitchen.

The front door slams shut, and I pull Cara up from underneath the kitchen island. Her lips are deliciously wet with saliva, but her eyes are downcast, vacant. She yelps as I spin her around and bend her over the kitchen island, pressing her naked tits against the old wood. In one quick, ruthless move, I spear her pussy.

‘Ahh…’ she cries in surprise and maybe a bit of pain. ‘Daddy!’

Once I’m fully seated, deep in her snug canal, I fist her wavy, dark hair and pull her head back. I start pumping, hard and forceful thrusts of my hips.

‘I’ll tell her daughter when I see her,’ I growl in Cara’s ear. ‘I’ll tell Cara that her pussy is ten times more useful and tight than her mother’s ever was.’

‘Oh, Daddy,’ Cara sobs. I force her head further back and catch her whimpers with my mouth, kissing her deeply while I fuck her hard from behind, trying to erase the memory of her cruel mother. Sweat is beading at my temples as I pump into her with a ferocity and intensity unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

‘I’ll tell her daughter that… that she’s so much more…’ I don’t know what I’m trying to say, but I want her to know that her mother means nothing. I shift my hand from her hair to her throat, while my other hand drifts down to her pussy, rubbing her clit while squeezing lightly around her windpipe. Her arm comes up to wrap around my neck while her breasts bounce to the brutal rhythm.

‘Who do you belong to?’ I bark huskily, my breath ragged and my balls burning.

Cara cries out, eyes squeezed shut.

‘Who do you belong to?!’ I roar, tightening the pressure around her throat and fucking her with bruising strokes.

‘You! You, Daddy! Aaah…’ Her walls clamp down on me. ‘Always only you, Daddy!’ Cara screams and comes, and I keep pumping into her, panting, panting, slapping my hips against her ass, growling, until my balls seize up.

‘Cara!’ I gasp, holding her body in a vice grip, forcing my cock as deep as it can go, and I come. I bite down on her shoulder as I shoot my load into her young, fertile pussy, praying that my seed will take root.

I don’t release her until I’m completely spent, and then I only ease my grip slightly. I don’t feel like letting her go.

My breath is still uneven when I say, ‘You never answered my question.’

‘What?’ Cara replies, all dazed. ‘Didn’t I?’ She licks her lips and purrs like a cat as I nuzzle my face in her hair. I love her hair.

‘Not my first question.’

‘What was it?’

I groan as she grinds her ass against me, ever so slightly. My lust for her is endless.

‘I asked you if you wanted some lunch.’

I’ll feed her, I decide, and then I’ll fuck her again. Perhaps slowly this time.

9

Chapter 9

‘Fucking waste of space pile of sawdust shit!’

There’s a snicker behind me.

From my crouched position, I glance over my shoulder, squinting against the low sun. My gaze falls on a pair of toned, bare legs. I follow the legs up, past indecently short shorts and a cropped t-shirt, and find a nineteen-year-old girl doing a very poor job of hiding her grin.

I glare at her. ‘Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me with this piece of crap?’

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