Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
His growl is followed by a thick swipe of his tongue through my folds, ending on my clit as he mounts my sex on his mouth.
“Daddy is going to need this from you, day and night, princess. One taste and I know I’ll never get enough. Get used to riding my face, baby, my mouth is going to be your new throne.”
My thoughts scatter as his lips pinch at my sensitive nub. His tongue follows, sending wild bolts of lust outward, his hands taking control of my legs, spreading them until the tendons ache, and I bow off the bed.
The slow drags of his tongue, then the winding of it around my clit, send me into orbit. I tear at his hair, babbling incoherently as waves of heat pulse outward from below my belly button.
His hands, his tongue, his mouth, they own my body. Screams rip from my throat as he pulls my hips off the bed, thick fingers holding me against his mouth as he attacks me everywhere, then focuses everything on that bundle of desperate, greedy nerves until I take flight, and he bears down on me ruthlessly.
Convulsions take me, but Erik’s hands hold me solidly connected to him. My arms swing wildly outward as he rides my orgasm with more licking and rubbing. He is aggressive and demanding, grunting into my body as though my pleasure is matched by his own.
“You made me do this. You’re always teasing Daddy. Pushing me. So give me what I need. Give me all that sweetness. I want to feel it streaming out of you as I swallow it down my throat.”
His words and the onslaught of his mouth shove me into bliss. My insides clench as his tongue dives into my opening. Wet, sloppy sucking sounds fill the space as I scream until there is no more sound left in my raw throat. Things inside me rearrange themselves in crazy, twisting pleasure, my body shaking as the world turns white.
As my insides clench and pulse, wetness streams out of me. Erik towers above me, dropping his boxers, his hand encircling his angry-looking thickness, stroking up and down as my vision returns and the buzzing in my ears quiets.
“Daddy is going to need something from you, baby. When I take out my cock and tell you to kiss it, you’re not going to fight me, are you?”
I swallow hard, my thoughts in a chaotic tangle, but I hear myself say, “No. I won’t fight.”
“Good girl.”
In the blinding bliss, I don’t notice Erik moving over me, his thick thighs straddling me, the heavy swinging weight of his balls swaying in my vision as he reaches above my head, tugging a pillow from behind me and organizing my head on top until he’s satisfied. Then he nods.
“Don’t fight me. Open that mouth and do as you’re told.”
My hands find the backs of his thighs as he pushes the thick, swollen head against my lips.
I’m invaded by his man flesh in a single push, the soft, spongy helmet filling my mouth as he starts to rock in and out, giving me barely a moment to get used to his size.
He’s grunting, moaning my name as he bumps into the back of my throat, cutting off my air as the weight of his hands find the side of my head.
“You like that, don’t you? You like being Daddy’s dirty cock-sucking little girl. You’ll keep this a secret, won’t you? Don’t tell what you and Daddy do together in the dark.”
Burning tears crest my lower lids, but instinctively I sweep my hands from his thighs to the base of his girth, holding it like a lifeline as he pumps his hips.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last. Your mouth is perfect.”
I gag as he grows in my mouth, pushing against the opening of my throat, but even though I should be panicked by the lack of air, and the way he’s using my mouth as his personal fuck toy, I’m not. I’m in heaven.
“Get ready for your prize, baby. Swallow. Swallow.”
Salt and warmth fill my mouth, the jerking pulses rising from the base of his massive dick until it spurts from the tip.
His fingers tear at my hair as he bellows, calling my name and shaking as his sticky release streams from the corners of my mouth. I struggle for every breath through my nose, pride swelling inside me that I’ve given him this pleasure. Me. I did this to him. For him. With him.
Erik pulls himself from my mouth, falling in a heavy heap next to me. He tugs me against him, wrapping his leg over mine, cocooning me into his embrace.
“You made me so proud, baby. You did such a good job. How are you feeling?”
It’s overwhelming. It’s tawdry and dirty and sweet and caring.
“I don’t know really,” I whisper, as his fingers trail down my side, over my hip, his flattened hand coming to rest over my belly.