Bad Boy Daddy by Chance Carter Page B

minutes before a group of deer entered my field of view. They were almost a thousand yards out but I wanted to test the rifle. It was the gun I’d use to kill Wolf Staten.
    I loaded a cartridge and held up my hand to judge the wind. There was a slight easterly breeze. I adjusted my sights, making sure there weren’t any gusts or lifts on the valley floor. I breathed slowly but steadily, holding the largest deer in my crosshairs. I put my finger on the trigger.
    With the naked eye, the deer was scarcely a dot among the chaparral in the distance. Through the sight, I was so close I felt I could touch him. I could see him breathe. I could make out the faint white marking beneath his left eye. I trained my sights on the artery in his neck, just above the shoulder blade. It would be an instant death.
    I exhaled and depressed the trigger.
    He didn’t even hear the shot when the bullet struck. The other deer pranced and ran, darting across the valley like fish in a reef. My target hit the ground, a small cloud of dust rising around him.
    My father died without a grandson. Faith was my destiny. I hadn’t asked for her. She’d come into that bar and offered herself. I was going to give my life for her. That made her mine.
    When I got back to the safe house, all I could think about was putting my semen in her womb.
    “Faith,” I called.
    “In here,” she said from the bedroom.
    I entered, and my eyes grew when I saw how beautiful she looked. I swear to God I’ve never seen anything more enticing. She’d washed her hair and it was wet on her shoulders. Her skin was moist from her bath. She was clean and perfumed.
    She took my breath away.
    “Do you remember what I said to you when we met?” I said.
    She nodded, shyly. She was trembling. She was afraid of whatever I was about to do. My cock pressed against my jeans like a caged tiger wanting to escape.
    “I said, I’d destroy you. I said, I’d drink you like the desert drinks the rain. That I’d ravage you until you begged me to stop.”
    “I remember.”
    “Well, that’s what I’m here to do, Faith.”
    A white sheet covered her body and she removed it, revealing everything she had to offer me. My heart pounded with a raw, animal desire.
    She smiled, faintly.
    “I’m going to put my seed in your womb, and when I’m done, if it’s God’s will, you’ll be carrying my son.”
    She opened her legs seductively. I couldn’t believe it. She wanted me. I’d thought I was destroying her, defiling her with my need to leave an heir, but she was welcoming me with open arms.
    “I’m yours, Jackson,” she whispered.
    I stripped, and when she saw me she gasped. My cock was so rigid it was red with desire. My blood raged through it. It knew what was coming. It was about to perform the act it had been created for.
    I walked to the bed and climbed above her. She looked at me with a mixture of love and terror. I touched her pussy with my hand. It was wet. I smiled.
    My finger slid inside her and and her muscles clenched around it like a fist.
    “That’s my girl,” I said.
    I kissed her mouth, forcing my tongue into hers. She sucked it.
    As we kissed, I slid my girth into her waiting vagina, filling her with my massive organ. She was tight. She gasped. I was bigger than her ex. That much was clear. I pushed myself all the way in.
    She let out a whimper, more a cry than a moan.
    “You’re going to be mine, Faith. You’re going to be completely mine after this.”
    “I know,” she whispered.
    “And I’m going to be yours too,” I said.
    She pulled me closer to her and my cock throbbed with pleasure. The knowledge that I was about to pour my wet semen into her naked womb thrilled me.
    There would be no undoing this. It was the language of God, or else God never spoke.
    I pushed my cock all the way inside her and pulled back out. Her fingers gripped the muscles in my shoulders. I pushed inside her again. She moaned. I built up speed, pushing myself into her and pulling