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 a.s.s slightly.

My mouth drops as my eyes become glued to her a.s.s, 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 f.u.c.k my brains out.”

”F.u.c.kkkkkk.”

I say under my breath as my c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k, gasping from how it feels.

”Daddy, have you gotten bigger?”

She m.o.a.ns as she bites down on his neck again.

I snarl as I reach down and grip her t.h.i.g.hs, 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 a.s.s.”

”Goddamn daddy, F.u.c.k me up.”

She m.o.a.ns as she feels his teeth sink in and his c.o.c.k touch her.

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

Making sure my c.o.c.k is resting against her warm c.u.n.t, as I rip the bralette off with ease and bite down on her n.i.p.p.l.e.

”I'm gonna make you my bitch.”

I growl as I knead her a.s.s and bite her n.i.p.p.l.es harder.

”Please please just f.u.c.k me without mercy. Make me your little bitch.”

She m.o.a.ns and starts rocking her h.i.p.s against his c.o.c.k.

”F.u.c.k me with that big, nigger d.i.c.k.

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

”F.u.c.k, I can't hold back anymore.”

I say with a snarl as I rip her shorts off and slap my c.o.c.k against her c.l.i.t, feeling her little c.u.n.t drip on to my c.o.c.k.

I slide my c.o.c.k up and down her slits, loving her little m.o.a.ns and the way she jerks.

I lift her off my l.a.p until she's sitting just above my aching c.o.c.k.

There's no hesitation as I impale her on my c.o.c.k, groaning as her c.u.n.t clamps down on me.