“Oooo...Yes,” she moans rocking back against my mouth. My baby girl loves having her nectar drunk.
“Jesus, I can’t wait to put this fruity jam on my morning bagel. Sell this shit by the jar and make a fortune.”
“Please. Please,” she begs me, grabbing my head from behind her, holding it against her greedy cunt. Smiling, I take one long lick, making sure to tease all the points that matter before slamming my cock inside of her, not giving a shit that this is going to be a one two three blast off situation. Her fucking fault. “Daddy….” she screams at the invasion. I will never get enough of hearing her call me by that name.
“I’m here baby,” I whisper as I work myself in and out of her womb, needing to hit her as hard as I can so she comes with me. “Oh shit, sweet girl. Can you get there for me? Can you come, baby? I need to let…. son of a bitch. Don’t do that.” She twists her hip and slams back against me at the same time and I swear to fuck I see three of the dresser. “Oh hell…” the fuck was she watching last night? “Kalera what the… motherfu…” Her pussy squeezes my shit as her hand pulls and rolls my sack and its lights out. My release must hit her because she is the next to scream and then we are both on the floor, barely breathing. Fucking teenage pussy.
I took her shopping a few days ago and screwed myself. See, my mistake was in assuming that the way she dressed, which was totally fine, when I first met her was her actual style. Simple. Demure. Understated. Which even those three words she was sexy as fuck. It never occurred to a fucking idiot like me that maybe that was all due to not being able to afford different or maybe not even having other options where she is from.
At the first store we went into, she found a few tank tops and jeans. Ok. Not too bad even though I had to tell her she needed some sort of sweater when she wore the tanks. I mean I am not a fucking moron; her tits are too fucking perky and plump to not be covered up more than that. Let’s not talk about how the fucking jeans fit her like a skin needing to be shedded. Where the hell did she get hips like that, attached to that ass. Is this really my punishment? So I barely survived that store. The second store had sundresses and some shit without straps. Now she is really trying to get a bastard locked up. These fucks barely cover no skin up top, but now she is picking out above the knee shit too. Needless to say, she and the saleslady got a good show out of me as I was putting everything back, picking up granny sweaters and shit. Hehe, my ass. She pulled one on me when we got to the counter and everything I had picked up miraculously had already been replaced by the shit I had put back. She smiled and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. I couldn't resist pulling her sexy ass into my arms and tongue fucking her mouth. “Thank you, Daddy.” See, no damn shame.
“Anything for you little peach.” Fucking sap. It was a few more hours of that and growling at all of the snot-nosed, pissant little fucks staring at her glowing giddy ass, as she ran through the stores including the baby store. By the time we made it home, I was pissed, horny, happy, and fucking starving all at once. So... I took her down on the foyer floor, giving no fuck who was home, and nailed her ass into the linoleum right before sliding the four-carat cushion cut diamond on her hand. I had planned on taking her to a nice dinner to do it but seeing all those dead fucks ogling her changed my shit up. I needed all the branding I could do on her and this was the first step. She loved it of course. Especially the peach diamonds surrounding the center stone. I noticed a change in her since I put it there. She seems to be lighter. Playful. Vocal.
She has been in the house since then. I know I need to let her out. It’s not that I am hiding her or anything, but I don't like other men looking at her. I’m a selfish fuck. We have been to the park and drove up for the day to take the ferry out to the statue of liberty where she conned me into eating hotdogs from a street stand. I still hated having her in the open with prying eyes. I mentioned it to her and she laughed at me. I don’t see what the fuck is so funny. I did try last night to take her out for dinner. I called her when I was getting off and told her we were going to some fancy restaurant and I wanted her to dress up. She squealed and hung up. No, I love you, Daddy. Nothing. No appreciation. I chuckled.