Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
His cock is so big when he pulls it free. He smells all grown up, and his cock is dark and thick and veiny. He works it in his hand and the end is wet, just a little. The slit in the end is so close to my face, and I wonder if I could fit the tip of my tongue in there, and if I’d want to.
Yes, I’d want to.
My mouth opens on instinct, my eyes moving up to meet his as his fingers stroke my hair.
“Give me your mouth, little Laine,” he says, and his hips push forward, the big, dark head of his cock aiming right for my lips. “Look at Daddy now. Keep looking at Daddy.”
He’s bigger in my mouth than I expect, pushing past my teeth until my cheeks billow and strain, and I want to retch but fight it, just try to keep breathing through my nose as he rocks himself back and forth.
“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s a good girl.”
He pushes to the back of my throat and I splutter until he pulls out again.
“Suck Daddy. Suck Daddy with that pretty little mouth.”
I do suck him. I suck him hard, not caring how my mouth is wet and slurpy. Not caring that my eyes are watering and my cheeks feel hollow with the strain.
I forget every single piece of advice Kelly Anne gave me, because it’s all I can do to keep sucking as he takes my hair and holds me tight. He thrusts, slowly, but deep, gently, back and forth.
“That’s it… good girl…” He closes his eyes and lets out a grunt. “Deeper, let Daddy deeper.”
I retch as he pushes, but don’t pull away. I never want to pull away.
He pushes his dick into my cheek until it strains, and then he watches me. Watches me with his big thick cock stretching my mouth, and I pray I’m doing it right, pray I’m good enough.
“Perfect,” he growls. “Fuck, Laine, you’re a fucking treasure.”
His pleasure is the greatest sound on earth. The roughness of his fingers in my hair is the greatest feeling. I love it when he grunts and groans, when he thrusts and makes me gag.
I love it when he loses control and his hips jerk and thrust and his dick twitches and pulses in my mouth.
I love the filthy noises it makes when he’s fucking my mouth.
Because that’s what he’s doing. He’s fucking my mouth.
My fingers can’t stop playing with my clit, and my bare pussy feels so strange and sensitive. I’m making noises too, weird little gasps that sound like squeaks as his balls slap off my chin.
They’re bigger than I thought, too.
“Daddy’s going to come,” he rasps. “You want Daddy’s cum, don’t you?”
I can barely nod, but I try anyway.
“It’s coming… take it all for Daddy, take it all, sweetheart…”
It hits the back of my tongue first, and it’s thick and salty and makes me choke. I feel him spurt against my lips, and it tastes so strange, like nothing I’ve ever tasted.
“Open for Daddy…” he groans, and there’s more. I open wide as his dick jerks and his cum fills my mouth, and it’s warm under my tongue, my eyes streaming as it trickles to the back of my throat.
He grunts and swears and works his cock as it spurts, over and over, and then he tenses and sighs. He smooths the hair from my forehead and smiles at me.
“Show me, show Daddy.”
I open my mouth wide, and he looks inside, then pushes his fingers in, rolls them around my tongue where I’m full of him.
“Good girl…” he says, and it makes my heart so proud. “Swallow for Daddy.”
I swallow it all down like a good little girl and show him my empty mouth, and it’s really not that bad. It’s not so bad at all, not like Kelly Anne said it was.
I like Daddy Nick’s cum, just as much as I like the rest of him.
He pulls me to my feet and wraps me in his arms, and I feel so giddy, so floaty and light as he holds me tight.
He kisses my mouth, where he’s been, and I’m sure I must taste of him, but he doesn’t care. His tongue licks at mine, and mine licks his right back, and I’m giggling, happy.
I’m still giggling as he pulls away.
“You can do your homework before dinner,” he says, and dirty Daddy Nick is all gone.
Chapter Fifteen
Nick
I watch her as I cook up our pasta, chopping tomatoes as she pretends to ponder over an assignment. She’s not thinking about her college work, not even close. Her eyes flick in my direction every time she thinks I’m occupied, and her cheeks are still pretty pink, flushed with that beautiful post-orgasmic glow every man likes to see after he’s been eating pussy.