Chapter 17 - Shayla (1/2)

I pull up to Shayla's house and cut my car off, before climbing out and walking up to the door.

I can feel my heart race as I raise my hand and knock softly.

I take a deep breath as I hear the lock click and watch as the door slowly swings open.

My breath is instantly taken away by the view on front of me.

Shayla is standing there, wearing nothing but a black bralette, Black volleyball shorts and black knee-high socks.

She can see me lose my composure, so she decides to push it even further.

”What daddy?”

She says in an innocent tone as she turns around and shakes her ȧss slightly.

My mouth drops as my eyes become glued to her ȧss, it looks so good in those shorts.

I'm still standing outside, just completely mesmerized by the goddess standing in front of me.

”Daddyyyy.”

She squeals as she turns around and grabs his hands, pulling him inside and close to her.

”I need daddy to fuċk my brains out.”

”Fuckkkkkk.”

I say under my breath as my ċȯċk gets rock hard and starts bulging against my jeans.

”That's what I need you to do to me, daddy.”

She says with a smirk as she reaches down and grabs his ċȯċk, gasping from how it feels.

”Daddy, have you gotten bigger?”

She mȯȧns as she bites down on his neck again.

I snarl as I reach down and grip her thɨġhs, lifting her up and pinning her to the wall.

”Baby girl, I haven't came in two weeks.

I've been waiting for your fine ȧss.”

”Goddamn daddy, Fuck me up.”

She mȯȧns as she feels his teeth sink in and his ċȯċk touch her.

I smile as I throw her over my shoulder and head to the couch, before sitting down and setting her on my ŀȧp.

Making sure my ċȯċk is resting against her warm ċunt, as I rip the bralette off with ease and bite down on her nɨppŀė.

”I'm gonna make you my bitch.”

I growl as I knead her ȧss and bite her nɨppŀės harder.

”Please please just fuċk me without mercy. Make me your little bitch.”

She mȯȧns and starts rocking her hɨps against his ċȯċk.

”Fuck me with that big, nigger dɨċk.

She groans and rocks harder, trying to get him riled up even more.

”Fuck, I can't hold back anymore.”

I say with a snarl as I rip her shorts off and slap my ċȯċk against her ċŀɨt, feeling her little ċunt drip on to my ċȯċk.

I slide my ċȯċk up and down her slits, loving her little mȯȧns and the way she jerks.

I lift her off my ŀȧp until she's sitting just above my aching ċȯċk.

There's no hesitation as I impale her on my ċȯċk, groaning as her ċunt clamps down on me.