Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Between the two of us we managed not to fuck up our kid and that little girl came to mean the world to me. I knew we owed our parents a fuck of a lot; that shit could’ve turned out so different. But once my girl was old enough to know that grandma and grandpa weren’t her real parents, and that I was her father, she didn’t give a fuck about semantics, she felt abandoned.
I took that shit seriously while her mom pretty much brushed the shit off. She was interested only in her career. I was interested in getting back as soon as possible so that I could be there for my kid. The phone calls every night at bedtime helped a little, but she let me know in no uncertain terms that she needed me home.
And even though she wasn’t rude to her grandparents, by the time it was time for me to graduate she was making it plain that she was ready for a change. She’s a bit like me when it comes to wanting shit her way, and I hope to fuck nothing like her mother the psycho.
She was another reason I needed to get back to my kid. After she’d come up pregnant at sixteen it was like she had something to prove. I understood that it was hard for her being the one to carry the baby, and the one to put up with the stigma, but she acted a lot like I was back there in that car alone, like she wasn’t on my dick to get fucked.
There were times in between when she looked like she wanted me to break her off another ride, but all it took was the memory of her screeching ass voice that one time she lost her mind and threatened to off my kid while she was still in the womb, for my nuts to crawl into my ass crack. No fucking way.
I’d threatened her ass but good and put my mom on the alert back then, but I never forgot that shit and never quite trusted her ass after that. She seemed to have calmed the fuck down with time, even though she sometimes tried to tell me what I should or should not be doing with my life.
She’d even tried the custody thing before I let her ass know in no uncertain terms that as long as our kid shared my blood there was no way that was going to happen. I had the escape route already picked out anytime she felt like trying. When she realized I wasn’t kidding, that I would nab my kid and run, she backed the fuck down. Plus her parents let her trifling ass have it for being a conniving bitch.
She’s had men over the years, but for some fucked up reason got pissed the fuck off when I was in a relationship, which was a bit misleading since I didn’t do those things. The only lesson I learned from the teenage pregnancy was to always keep my shit covered even if the chick said she was on the pill. Something I’ve held to all these years except here lately. Like I said, the thing with me, and Brianna came completely out of left field and blindsided my ass.
After that first taste of hot pussy wrapped around my dick for the first time in almost twenty years, there was no turning back. Every time since then, I’ve fucked her raw in more ways than one. I don’t think I’ll ever put anything between me and my babygirl, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I had to stop and pat my cock back into place since just the thought of how her silky pussy felt on my cock made me hard as fuck.
Maybe I will find a way to break one off in her this evening. We’ve been playing it pretty close here lately, taking risk that could get us caught, but she was young, and dick was new, and she was constantly in heat. Me, I was in love for the first time in my life and fucking with that added element was a whole new ballgame for me; my ass was addicted to that gash between her thighs.
Anyway like I was saying, I haven’t known Bri that long, but shit got heated fast. When Crystal, my daughter turned seventeen a few months ago she just turned up at my door with her shit packed, there was no discussion just, ‘daddy I’m coming to live with you’.
That was it; up until then she had spent weekends with me. When I was away at college, my parents had taken her every other week, and Priscilla’s family the next. Then when I came home and settled into a job, I would have her on the weekends, she spent summers with my family and I as well, but this was the first time she would be living with me.