Page 19 of Hitman

I reach up and strip him of his shirt, exposing his incredible musculature. There’s a hot, wet rush between my legs as he moves, and I see the taut threading of his physique. But then I see the scars—scars that weren’t there before, and I understand the sacrifice this man truly went through to protect me.

“Gage…” I run my finger across a long one crossing his left pec, but he takes my hand and kisses it like a prince.

“Don’t worry about that, angel. It’s all for you.”

“And this,” I say, stretching my naked body out before him. “This is all for you, Daddy.”

His nostrils flare and his eyes blaze as he looks down at me. His hand moves to his bulge, and he tugs his pants the rest of the way down, exposing his hard cock. My eyes must go wide when I see it, because Gage lets out a small laugh as he leans down on me.

“Forgotten what you’re in for, haven’t you, angel?” He takes two fingers and drags them between my legs. I’m even wetter than I thought, and whatever he’s doing to me causes such a sensation to shoot through me that I can’t even form the words to respond.

“Don’t worry, little girl. Daddy’s got just what you need. Now give me that pregnant pussy.”

He seizes my thighs with both hands and spreads my legs. And then I feel it. The feeling I haven’t felt in five months. The feeling of being stretched deep down to my core. And Gage doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t give me a second to get used to his thick, swollen inches. He drives his hips forward and gives everything to me.

I cry out and throw my arms around his torso in response. It’s almost a reflex reaction. He starts thrusting, and within seconds, I’m on the edge. I can feel my climax rising within me like a wave. My hips are shuddering, and my teeth are chattering together like I’m freezing cold.

“Gage…Gage…Gage…”

“Daddy,” he whispers in my ear. “Call me Daddy, angel.”

His orders do it. I go over the edge like a thousand fireworks going off at the same time. “Daddy!” My legs wrap around him as my hips buck out of control, and Gage crushes me down into the mattress as my womanhood grips onto him, my vision nothing but one big blur of his face looking down at me.

“That’s it, angel. Good girl. Good girl.”

He grinds into me as I come down, waits until I’ve finished, but gives me no time to recover. His hands snatch my hips and pulls me onto my side. I’m gasping for air as he bends one of my legs and mounts me, gripping my ass tightly and using it for leverage as he starts to pound me.

As my senses begin to return, I look back up at him and see that he’s starting to sweat. His abs are pure magic to watch as his hips thrust. I’m tingling all over as he fucks me. There’s no way I’m taking this, is there?

He spanks me hard, then spreads me and looks down with a smile. “I’ve dreamt about this pretty pussy for five months, angel. How sweet you taste. How tight you are. How sexy you are when you come. You want my cum now, angel?”

An explosion of lust fires within me. More wetness floods my V, causing wet slapping sounds with each of Gage’s thrusts. Oh my God, again?

“Yes, Daddy. So badly.”

I remember the feeling of being filled. The warmth. The wetness. The force of the spray. Sharing that moment with Gage was so intimate, and after all that’s happened since then, I’m dying for it again.

He leans down and kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping across mine with such passion. I reach up and clutch the thick muscles of his back as I feel my second climax rising inside me. I can already tell it’s going to be more intense than the first. This one might actually kill me.

“You know I love you, Billie,” he says. “And I cannot wait to be a father.”

“I love you too, Gage. And I’m so sorry I ever doubted you.”

It’s right then that I feel it. An explosion of thick seed spraying inside me with tremendous force. Gage grunts, his body goes tight, and he rams his cock deep into me, so deep I feel like I’m being completely hollowed out. And that’s just what I needed to send me over the edge too.

I thought my second orgasm would be more intense than the first, and I was right. I thought it might kill me, and I wasn’t far off. My body goes into something close to a spasm, and it takes Gage nearly crushing me in his arms to hold me down. My hips buck wildly, but I somehow manage to twist my head to the side and bite down on the pillow as I ride the wave of glory that only Gage could bring me.


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