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61 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 29, 2020

“Damian, sweetheart. That’s the name you cry out for now. You’re going to cry it all kinds of ways. In happiness, in lust, in frustration when I’m banging you blind for the eighth time that day. Damian. The last name you’ll need to know.”

I slide my tongue into her mouth and French her perfect little unkissed mouth while letting her father know with my eyes, in no uncertain terms, who she belongs to now.

“I’ve been mentally fucking you for so long, I forgot what an innocent little thing you are. My cock, Arya…” He looks down between our bodies, groaning, watching our lower bodies connect, roll together. “My cock is the part of me that’s going to fit nice and deep inside that pretty virgin pussy and pump until you’re pregnant. Do you understand?”

She tries to close her legs out of shyness and I snarl at the nervous reflex, ripping the nylon down the center with my bare hands. “No, no, no, Arya. We do not play keep away with this pussy.” I spit and watch the moisture from my mouth travel down the perfect slit of her hairless sex. “It’s mine and I decide what to do with it.”

“Let me carry you over the threshold of our home for the first time with your come all over my chin. Let me carry you inside looking like you just got drilled.”

“ You’re going to wrap your pretty mouth around my big bad cock so often, it’s going to taste like home. You’re going to ride it, get ridden, get it up your tight ass and no matter what I do, you’re going to cry for me to go harder.”

“Been saving up for weeks to fill this little pussy to the brim. You’re going to make me a daddy in nine months, aren’t you, sweetheart? Yeah you are. Going to have me panting after that teen mom belly, following you around with my dick in my hand.”

…the sight of him, thick and ruddy, protruding from a nest of black hair, when he reaches up and plucks an orange from one of the trees. He takes a bite and spits out the peel, then squeezes the orange over his erection, leaving it dripping in juices.

“And you’re getting it rough. You’ll be getting it rough a lot.” I guide my cock to her wet entrance and slam deep, covering her mouth with my hand to trap her pleasured scream. “Letting you out isn’t going to be easy for me. I’m going to take the fear out on this tight-ass pussy.”








I’m in charge now. I’m God, Daddy, Lover, Disciplinarian and Bodyguard to this girl and she’s about to feel all of them.
I’m a levelheaded girl. I know I’m supposed to be worried by Damian’s clear obsession with me, but I’ve been obsessed with him for more than half my life. Even when I couldn’t see him, I knew he was there. I’ve depended on him. When I was alone and scared, his invisible presence made me feel safe and nothing has changed.
“W-what is your name? I need to know what to call you.”
“Damian, sweetheart. That’s the name you cry out for now. You’re going to cry it all kinds of ways. In happiness, in lust, in frustration when I’m banging you blind for the eighth time that day. Damian . The last name you’ll need to know.”
It’s just that my need for her has been building and building for so long, it’s at a fever pitch now. So chaotic that I feel like I’m going to snap. I just want to be trapped inside her goodness, as deep as I can go. I want to drown myself in her. I want to feel her virginity give way and see the knowledge in her eyes that I’m the center of her universe now. That there is nothing and no one else. Just me. Just us.


✨super quick
✨over-the-top
✨unrealistic
✨borderline problematic
✨no plot just pure smut (duh)
✨insta lust/love
✨crazy dirty talk
✨a carnally obsessive (like crazy psycho obsessive ok. i need to stress u on that in case it’s not ur thang 🥱) and primal hero

“Don’t try and stop me from taking her. If you do, or if you try and lay a finger on my organization, those will find their way to every news station in the city.”
I stand with Arya in my arms, giving in to a little temptation by settling her butt on the edge of the desk, fisting her hair and tilting her head back. I slide my tongue into her mouth and French her perfect little unkissed mouth while letting her father know with my eyes, in no uncertain terms, who she belongs to now. Who she’ll belong to forever. “Mine,” I growl, rocking against her pussy once, before scooping her back off the desk.”

“My cock is the part of me that’s going to fit nice and deep inside that pretty virgin pussy and pump until you’re pregnant. Do you understand?”




What I want to do to the tight hole between her legs would be downright abusive.
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“Been saving up for weeks to fill this little pussy to the brim. You’re going to make me a daddy in nine months, aren’t you, sweetheart? Yeah you are. Going to have me panting after that teen mom belly, following you around with my dick in my hand.”
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“Feel how hard you’ve made my cock in that flimsy little bikini”
“I-is that what…do you mean your…?”
“What do you know about sex, sweetheart?”
"I know the general shape of a man’s part…” “And that women and men have to sleep in the same bed to make babies. They have to do more than kissing, right? I just don’t know what that something is.”
“What about books you’ve read?”
“I read mostly fantasy. They don’t go into much description, if any.”
“The internet?”
“I look at puppies.”



"Arya, you changed my life that day. Made me feel like…I could be worth a damn. Why wouldn’t I eat half a dozen oranges a day to remind myself of you?”

