Page 4 of Road Rage Daddy
“Then why’s your pussy all lubed up, huh? If you’re not hiding anything…”
“It’s not lube!” she screams.
I push two fingers halfway into her from behind, curling them to gather her moisture, and then bring them to her face. “If that’s not lube, then why’s your hot little pussy so wet?”
Harley’s eyes are wide and round with shock, looking from my fingers to me and back again, her ass tilting up ever so slightly.
I tip my head to the side and ask with faux hesitancy, “You’re not turned on by the strip search, are you? I mean, you did call me sexy more than once already.”
“N-No! That’s, um, it just does that sometimes when I’m…I’m ovulating. It doesn’t mean anything.”
If I had a free hand, I’d clutch my chest over my heart. I stupidly hadn’t considered that. “You’re ovulating right now,” I say with a slow nod, acting like I’ve accepted her answer, my mind spinning with visions of her belly growing wider, rounder, with my strong son or daughter. By this time next month, thefuture I’ve been planning could come to fruition. And if all goes well, I could have Harley bred again come next summer.
“Yes!” Her body loses some of its rigidity. “So you believe me now? That I’m not hiding anything?”
“Sure, sure, I believe you.” I grin, still playing along as pre-cum wets my boxers, my cock straining against my zipper with the need to be let out and buried inside my woman.
“Oh my god, finally.” Harley even manages to crack a weak smile.
“But I still need to verify it before I let you go.”
Harley tries to dig her claws into the hard lining of the truck bed when I shove my wet fingers back into her cunt, going deeper now that I have her in a better position. She howls, grappling for something she can grab to pull herself away as her pussy contracts so tight around my fingers that it’s difficult to keep pushing forward.
“Shit!” I didn’t mean to hurt her. Get rough, sure, while I play with her, but this is next level. I yank my fingers out, finding her arousal tinged pink. I keep my nails trimmed so I know I didn’t scratch her. “I thought you said you were ovulating, not on your period,” I say with slight disappointment since her period will push the start of our family back by a few weeks.
“I’m not,” she sobs, trying to slam her legs closed together.
“Then why…” I suck in a ragged breath. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” A gorgeous woman like her, I hadn’t expected it, knowing her college co-eds must be hounding her day and night, wanting a sweet piece of her all to themselves.
The way her face screws up as she cries is answer enough.
“Oh baby, come here,” I croon, lifting and spinning her in my arms, wrapping one around her waist. I palm the back of her head as I hold her to my chest, where her head barely reaches my collarbones. “You are a good girl, aren’t you? Just like Iremembered. Kept your legs closed and your virginity intact, waiting to give yourself to the right man, yeah?”
She nods, burying her face in my shirt. “I was saving it for…for…”
“For your husband?”
She sniffles.
I sway with her side to side, thinking of our first dance as husband and wife in the near future, my cock even thicker than before, knowing she saved herself for me. “You don’t need a firm hand after all, hmm?”
She shakes her head, one fist gripping my shirt at my waist, relaxing into the comfort I offer, just as she always did.
I comb my hands through her tangled hair and drop my chin to kiss her crown. “You need a soft hand. One that’ll make your first time so good, you’ll cry out in pleasure instead of pain.”
She goes as still as a statue in my arms. “No,” she whispers. Then, “No, no, no, no! You can’t!” She thrashes against my chest but can’t break my hold as I’m once again dragging her through the dirt.
I pop open my back passenger door and wrestle her onto the bench seat. I follow her in, pushing my knees between her legs, forcing her back against the opposite door. Sparing a second, I unbuckle my black leather belt and whip it out of my belt loops, wrapping it around her wrists and then securing it to theoh-shithandle above her head.
“Please, stop! Let me go! Don’t—” She gasps when I unbutton and unzip my jeans, shoving them down to my knees to free my hard cock. “Oh my god, Emit. Are dicks normally that big?” Then she groans, embarrassed that once again she can’t keep whatever thoughts floating around in her head from spilling out of her mouth. It’s cute.
Marsha blew my trust to pieces after I found out she’d been lying to me for well over a year, making moves on my best friendbehind my back. But Harley…I can trust her to tell me the truth, knowing she’s never been able to keep a secret for long, even when it’s in her best interest—a quality her bastard of a brother hadn’t inherited.
I laugh and grip her inner thighs to spread her wide, then drop my head between them to tongue her little clit, too impatient to wait until after I’ve taken her home and put her in the shower before getting my mouth on my woman’s virgin cunt. Harley throws her head back, cracking it on the dark, tinted window as she cries out.
“Oh, baby, don’t do that again.” I grab her hips and wiggle her as far down as I can with her hands bound. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself when Daddy’s trying to make you feel good.”
Harley tries to roll over, then raises a knee to kick me as she shrieks, “You’re not my Daddy, you sick fuck!”
