Page 43 of Let's Play Pretend


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Margaret is staring up with shock and horror etched onto her face. The light in our room frames our bodies putting us on display in the darkness outside.

“Margaret,” I hiss.

He pulls back, and just as I think we are about to go into panic clean up mode, Dietrich growls into my ear.

“Nothing more we can do now but finish,” he huffs and pile drives his dick into me so hard, I’m lifted off my toes. “If you think I can stop now, you’re wrong. I’m putting a baby inside you tonight, little one. Daddy’s baby is gonna have a baby.”

He’s raw dog style humping me now. Hips bucking and teeth sending bolts of pain down my back as they dig into my shoulder.

I squeeze him with my inner muscles as his grunts get louder and louder.

My sweat makes the window slippery and it squeals and squeaks as I slip and slide, taking all Dietrich is giving.

He’s become my everything in less than two days. He’s my hope and my safe place. I barely know him but I know I can’t live without him. His enormous body grinds up and down my back as the sloppy sound of our sex fills the air.

“So close, a few more pumps and you get your prize…”

Boom, boom, boom

There’s a loud pounding on the door that freezes Dietrich inside me.

“Mr. Belotti?” It’s a man’s voice. “It’s Sargent Falco, LVPD.”

“Fuck, fuck,fuck,” Dietrich grits out, his cock still thick and hard inside me. “What the fuck do you want?”

“We need you to open the door. I have the Margaret Malcolm here, I can enter, but I’m giving you the opportunity to open the door.”

“One minute,” he yells, sliding out of me as I gasp. “Stay here.”

I don’t have much choice, since my legs are non-functional at the moment. He returns with a white robe in his hand and a white towel around his waist, his massive hard on clear through the terry cloth fabric.

“Here.” He slips my arms into the robe and ties it at my waist, easing me over to the nearest chair and helping me sit. “You okay?”

I nod, breathless, barely worried that there are police at the door.

“Good girl, I have about thirty seconds…” He reaches into the opening of the towel, tugs out his angry looking hard on, then spits on the head and grips it with thick fingers. “Get your face down here. I’ve got some nice cream for you to wear.”

He tugs at the massive organ only a few times before he grunts curse words and strings of white cream spurt from the tip all over my cheeks, my nose and drip from my forehead.

“Fuck yeah…” he groans as another knock comes on the door.

“Mr. Belotti, I’m opening the door, or kicking it in.”

Dietrich gives me a grin, wraps his hands in my hair and tousles it around into a wild mess. “Perfect. You just sit there and be good. I’ll take care of whatever this bullshit is.”

My eyes widen as he opens the door. There are two uniformed officers standing there with Margaret, who is glaring at us with vicious eyes.

“He was having sex withhis daughter!”

The two officers eye him suspiciously and flicker their attention to me before going back to Dietrich. “Is this true, sir?”

“No,” he huffs.

“Everyonesaw you!” Margaret hisses. “You put on a show for God’s sake! You’ve embarrassed me and ruined the entire function. I want him put in prison and her as well! She’s an adult, it’s illegal.Incest.”

Dietrich winks at me then turns back to the officers, addressing them on a bored sigh. “You guys don’t give a warm pile of shit if I was balling her, do you?”

The police look at Margaret, then at each other, then they both seem to relax, hitching their thumbs into their belts. The taller one snaps his tongue on his teeth as the dark-haired shorter one clears his throat. “Technically, she’s right, it’s illegal. Is this your daughter, Mr. Belotti?”

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