Page 61 of His Relentless Angel

Bailey’s nostrils flare when she lets loose an honest to god growl, and then she ends the call. I chuckle to myself, loosening the pressure on my cock, but continue to stroke it as I lean back and close my eyes, thinking of Bailey’s growing tits. I really am too hot and bothered to stop now, and since I’m already in the bath, I might as well make use of it and clean myself off after I cum.

The chuckle falls right off my face when Bailey barges into the bathroom, which I had also locked, completely nude.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

She flings her library card my way—though it comically flies right over my head—which she must have used to pick the crappy locks. I jerk upright and drop my phone, which goes skidding across the tile floor, when she tries to climb into the tub by herself, afraid she’ll slip and fall. She knocks me right back as soon as she’s in and sits on my cock faster than anyone in her condition should be able to do.

“Oh god, Papi, yes!” With her feet on either side of my hips, literally sitting on my dick, she grips the lips of the tub on either side and uses her arm strength to help her bounce up and down, her pussy even tighter than my fist.

“Fuck, fuck, slow down, baby.” My balls are practically climbing inside my body at the pleasure and my impending orgasm, my cock swelling, ready to shoot my load. “Oh fuck!” I grip her hips and pound up into her instead.

My eyes go round, and I come to a screeching halt when Bailey leans forward and covers my mouth with her left hand. “Shh! You’re making too much noise.” I give her a confused expression. There’s no one else here. She grinds slowly on my lap, my orgasm receding, though it’s still there, hovering in the background. “Don’t want my daddy catching me bouncing on Papi’s dick.” Then she stops, too, and her mouth turns down. “That was super gross. Sorry.”

I laugh so hard behind her palm that I unintentionally bounce her in the water, which threatens to slosh over the tub with two people in it.

She sticks her tongue out at me. “Ok, how about”—she lowers her voice—“shh, don’t want anyone catching me riding Papi’s dick.”

“That’s better,” I mumble.

She winks, then goes back to grinding on me, and I slip a hand under her belly to find her clit, alternating between pinching it and massaging circles over it until she’s jerking on my lap. I take over, fucking up into her so fast that the water does slosh over the sides this time. She drops her head back, releasing long, drawn-out, high-pitched moans, her hand falling from my mouth.

“That’s it, angel. Papi’s big cock feels so good inside your sweet little pussy, doesn’t it?”

She opens one eye a sliver. “You mean Papi’s average cock.”

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now.” Splaying my palms around her back, I sit up and turn us to the side, then maneuver her onto her knees with her chest hanging over the side of the tub, careful not to put any weight on her belly.

Kneeling behind her, I pop her ass, then fuck into her hard, and more water goes cascading over the edge. By the time we reach our peaks, there’ll hardly be any left. I brace one hand on the lip of the tub and grab the bun she’s twisted her hair up into, pulling on it to force her head back.

“Does it feel average now?” I yank my hips back, then bury myself to the hilt.

Bailey arches her back, tilting her hips up so that the next thrust hits her at just the right spot. I know it because her pussy locks up tight around me, and she hits that note in her voice that lets me know I’m on the right path to making her squirt.

“No! So good. I love your big dick, you big dick.” She laughs, which makes her inner walls pulse around me.

“Goddamnit, you’re gonna make me cum too soon if you keep doing that.”

“Oh, right, right. Sorry.” She rolls and bites her lips but can’t stop her body from jerking with her silent laughter.

“Bad girl.” I pop her other asscheek, grab her bun again, and then I fuck her without slowing or stopping until her mouth drops open in a silent scream. Her squirt is warmer than the leftover, cooling bath water, and it slides down both our thighs.

“Fucking hottest, sweetest little angel, squirting on Papi’s cock. Going to make me cum inside your little pregnant pussy. Fucking take it!” I bury myself in her, grinding against her ass, and moan her name with each spurt.

A minute later, both exhausted, I roll us over until she’s sitting on my lap backward, my softening cock still inside her, while I slump against the tub to catch my breath.

Bailey shivers and leans forward to turn the faucet back on, careful not to let the water get too hot. And because she’s leaning forward, fiddling around, my cock falls out, giving me the best view of her creamy, cum stuffed pussy. My dick goes ramrod straight, and once again, I’ve got her bent over, fucking into her.

Bailey gives me a soul-shattering scream and I jerk out of her. “What happened? Did I hurt you?”

“Oh god, oh no! Help me! Help!”

“What?! What happened?!”

Bailey spins and shoves her phone, which she had propped up on the wooden stand without my knowledge, into my face. “How do I delete it?!”

“Delete what?! Oh, shit! Fuck!” Bailey’s phone, which is blowing up with notifications, slips out of my wet hands into the bath water.

She screams again, reaching for it between us. “Did you delete it?” She tries to tap around on the screen but it’s waterlogged. She’s got that pale, ghost-like pallor that scares the shit out of me, fat tears spilling down her cheeks. “Why didn’t you delete it?!”

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