Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
"Such a good girl," I murmur, stroking a hand through her hair. My fingers tangle in the dark tresses as I guide her closer, watching the way her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip in anticipation.
"Touch it, Lena," I command, my voice rumbling from deep within my chest. "Wrap your hand around it and stroke it for Daddy."
She reaches out with one hand, her fingertips grazing the head of my cock. Her touch is light, too light for my liking, but this isn't about what I want or need, not right now. This is about showing her what makes me tick, about teaching her how to handle me.
"Good girl," I breathe when she slowly wraps her fingers around my shaft, her grip firmer now. "Now stroke."
She jumps at the command but does as she's told. Her hand moves up and down in tentative strokes that nearly drive me fucking insane.
It takes everything I have not to pry that perfect mouth open and fuck her pretty little face until she's swallowing every drop. But that isn't part of the game. I don't want to take what I want. Coaxing her into giving it to me is what makes my goddamn balls throb.
If that makes me a bastard, so be it. This is what she's turned me into. No one else makes me feel this way. In forty fucking years, she's the only one who has ever tempted me like this, who has ever made me need this. If I'm depraved, it's because those wide green eyes and sweet smile made me that way.
"That's it," I encourage, watching intently as she jerks me off. Every pass of her fingers sends shivers coursing through me. Every twitch of her wrist has my eyes rolling back in pleasure.
"Does it feel good, Daddy?" she asks softly, those wide, innocent eyes locked on my face.
"So fucking good," I growl, struggling to contain the hunger thrashing inside me like a caged beast.
"C-Can I taste it now?" she whispers. And goddamn, if that isn't the sweetest fucking thing I've ever heard.
"Yes," I growl, my fingers tightening in her dark hair as I guide her closer. "Be a good little cocksucker for Daddy now."
She leans forward, her eyes never leaving mine as she takes me into her mouth. I hiss through gritted teeth, the feel of her pouty lips sliding down my shaft nearly sending me over the edge.
"Fuck," I groan, my hips involuntarily bucking up into her mouth.
Her throat closes around me as she gags slightly. The sight is sinful—Lena, on her knees, gagging sweetly on my cock.
"Y-you're so big," she murmurs against me, her voice vibrating down my shaft as she pulls back slightly to breathe.
"Keep going, pretty baby," I instruct, my voice hoarse. "Let Daddy see those beautiful eyes water."
She obeys without question. As she works me deeper, her drool slicks over my balls, her dedication to pleasing me chipping away at my restraint.
"Look at you," I breathe. She's a vision of debauchery, made for this—for me. "Such a pretty little cockwhore for Daddy. You were made for this, weren't you?"
Her response is a muffled moan, a vibration that sends lava coursing through me with every beat of my heart. She's a natural, her naivety giving way to an eagerness to learn, to serve, to please.
"Take it all," I urge, feeling the edge of my control fraying. "You look like heaven choking on me, Lena."
She looks up at me and whimpers, her eyes watering and her cheeks pink.
The kitchen fades away, the world narrows down to the sight of her on her knees, the heat of her mouth, and the plea in her eyes.
I can't hold back anymore, not when her lips are coaxing the truth from my body, her tongue spilling secrets I never knew I had to tell.
I yank her up from the floor suddenly, desperate to claim every inch of her, to fucking drown in her. With a sweep of my arm, our plate crashes to the floor, shattering into a thousand pieces.
"Carver!" she cries out, surprised but pliant as I lay her out on the cold table. She claws at my shoulders, writhing and moaning.
"Shh, little angel," I murmur, wasting no time ripping her panties off and diving between her shaking thighs. Fuck. The taste of her is intoxicating, a sweetness I already crave more than air.
I devour her, relentless as I fuck her with my tongue, licking up every sweet drop she spills for me. Her gasps fill the room as I trace every fold of her cunt.
I push her thighs further apart, groaning at the sight of her glistening pussy. It's so fucking pink and perfect.
"Look at you," I groan, "fucking soaked for Daddy."
A choked cry slips past her lips as my fingers slide inside her, pumping in rhythm with my tongue. I feel her inner walls clenching around me, desperate for more.