Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I forget myself.
I forget everything I’ve ever known, apart from the flesh between her thighs.
I use my thumb to rub her clit into the open and babble my lips against it, her fingers ripping and tearing at my hair. I’m burning up with fever, inside and out, which makes me realize I’m still in a dress shirt, tie, slacks and shoes, while my angel is buck naked, but there’s no time to undress now. Not when she’s started to press herself into my licks, her lips lifting, offering me the only pussy I’ll ever want or need.
“Should I?” she whimpers. “Should I…can I?”
“Can you what, angel?”
“H-have an orgasm like this?”
“You can have ten like this.” Using the flat of my tongue to paint snug circles atop her clit, I bring my fingers up between her legs, tracing her entrance with the pad of my thumb. “God knows I shouldn’t finger this little thing. We don’t want blood on my hands, do we, Ashley? We want it all over my cock.”
Her hips shift, restless, as if wrestling with her oncoming orgasm.
Desperate to experience that squeeze of muscles, I press my thumb into her entrance, my mind reeling at the firmness of her inner walls, the electrical current that races up my arm when she comes. The way those little tendons constrict around my digit, release, constrict. Releasing more and more wetness. Lord God Almighty.
“I can’t stand another second,” I snarl, my self-control sapped as I growl my way up her body and pounce, yanking her knees up around my hips and arrowing my cock down, between her folds, pressing with gritted teeth while my thick tip spreads her untried hole, swooping down to cover her mouth with mine and pumping clean to the hilt, the dramatic draw and clench of her pussy making me shout into her hair, my lower body shuddering like the ground during an earthquake.
“Oh Christ! Or Lord!”
“Daddy—”
That’s all I need to hear and I’m jackhammering, helplessly. Filling her with quick, savage drives, while my panicked conscience swears at me, demanding I calm myself down, despite the young flex of her cunt, the way she looks up at me in wonder, her mouth swollen from kissing, pleasure written right there on her features—and if I had any doubt of her enjoyment, her juice already dripping down my balls would clear things up. But I wrangle my urgency, nonetheless, needing to give her more care. More romance.
Every man who crosses her path dreams of banging her silly like this.
I need to be better than that. The best and only man she ever wants.
With an extreme effort, I slow my pace, slanting my mouth over hers for a thorough kiss that builds a purr in her throat, her thighs softening and opening even wider around me, unconsciously rewarding me for my restraint. My necktie has come loose from its clip and it briefly blocks my view of her tits, but I’m not having that, so I toss the silk over my shoulder, well aware I’m sweating through my clothes, but unable to stop or slow down.
“Cunt’s so sweet Daddy got carried away,” I grunt, rocking into her, my balls slapping loudly off the curve of her ass. “Taking my cock like you were trained for it.”
“Maybe I was built for you,” she murmurs, locking those little tendons up around me, so I can barely move, my bellow rattling the windowpanes. “Or maybe I don’t mind it hurting a little when you’re getting so much pleasure out of me.”
“The pleasure should be yours,” I groan raggedly, the pressure blinding in my lower back, stomach and testicles. So much pressure I’m going to explode. As if it’s not enough that I’m looking down into her flawlessly beautiful face while her tits bounce around, her hole is the size of a fucking dime and yet she moans every time I bottom out.
Motherfucker.
“The pleasure is mine,” she breathes, reaching down between our bodies to rub her clit with two careful fingers, her back arching at the contact, then bouncing up with the bed from the slap of my thrust. “You taught me how to have it. Like this, Daddy?”
“Yes.” My dick releases a spurt of frothy white and I look down, watching with hungry eyes as I fuck it back into her. Hard, hard, hard. “Yes.”
“Can I play with myself while you fuck me?”
“Oh God, yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Even if watching you play means I won’t last much longer.” I pant heavily. “Look at me while you play.”
“It feels way better when you’re filling me so tight,” she moans, head falling back, her fingers moving faster, faster. “I’m coming again!”
“Good. Daddy’s busting, too, baby. Take my sperm.” I twist my hips to get in deep as possible, shoving my face into neck and yelling through the most satisfying climax of my fucking life, my balls zapping with currents of sensual electricity, her pussy massaging me while it spasms, her sobs of my name and pleasured jolts of her body egging on my own sexual flight, my dick jerking and erupting into her snug warmth, the headboard rattling against the wall because both of us are shaking so goddamn hard, riddled with relief over finally slaking the lust, but more than that.