The Hitman's Angel(22)

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You’re my good little girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am!”

“Good.” I wrap my free arm around her hips to keep her stationary, then I jam several inches of my cock into her quaking cunt, her whimpers bouncing around the small, empty stall. Fuck, she is perfection. My balls rear up, already preparing to empty. “Relax your body, angel. This is just how you show me you’re ready for more responsibilities.”

She struggles to accommodate my thickness. “I’m trying.”

I punch my hips forward and impale her completely, my hoarse groans filling the barn. “You try very well, little girl.” My thrusts begin and immediately pick up the pace and I can’t help but fuck her hard, fast, bucking into her with savage pumps of my hips. “We’re almost done with the demonstration,” I rasp into her neck. “Almost, angel. Daddy is almost there.”

“Is the mare supposed to feel funny?” Her tight ass begins to writhe in my lap and I feel her cunt start to contract around me. “Oh Daddy, what is happening to me?”

“Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.” I find her clit and rub it with my middle finger. “Your body just likes mine and it’s letting you know. It wants to play like this every day.”

Her breath hitches and she screams, turning her head so I can catch the sound, tongue fucking her mouth while she comes, unleashing a river of wetness on my thrusting cock. The squelching sound of our bodies joining, along with the taste of her mouth, pushes me over the finish line and I spend myself inside my angel’s quickening pussy. The end never fails to shatter my mind while wringing pleasure from my lower body so violently, I can barely think or breathe.

“Good girl, good girl, good girl,” I chant between kisses, listening to my semen fall in glops onto the hay. As soon as I’m spent, our game cracks down the middle and there is nothing but love radiating from my insides. I haul my wife back into my lap, holding her like the priceless work of art she is, rocking her side to side. “My Margaret. You are my everything. My life, my peace, my obsession.” I push the words through my teeth. “Say you’re mine, eternally.”

She reaches up and touches my face, love glowing in her eyes. “Eternally yours, Lenin.”

THE END