Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19441 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
But I might get to be inside of her twice and that’s a damn sight more than I had ten minutes ago, isn’t it? Beggars can’t be choosers. I’ll take whatever I can get when it comes to this girl. “Two times, then. If I blow early.”
Her nod is vigorous. “That means…”
I saunter forward while taking my cock out of my pants, holding the throbbing trunk of it in a tight fist. “That means you’re my good little girl as long as we’re in this room.” With a deep breath for self-control, I press the head of my cock to her lips, watching them part around it eagerly, accepting my rigid flesh one inch at a time. My breath hisses out between my teeth and exhilaration races up toward my brain, making me lightheaded. “Even if playing Daddy right now is going to ruin me…” I trail off as she suckles, then swallows me down without so much as a gag or whimper. “Christ. Christ! That’s deep enough. Missy, I’m in your throat. Stop, stop, stop, I’m going to come. Fuck fuck fuck.”
She’s taking me so deep, I can’t see straight. I’m pulling in giant gulps of breath, fingers threading into her wealth of black hair, and shit, I’m fucking that hot little mouth like a predator, aren’t I? Balls slapping off her chin, her button nose burying in my pubic hair over and over again. It’s not right. I was only going to let her register the texture, but I kept sliding in further and further while she blinked her innocent eyes up at me and now I’m juicing her throat, her moans and the way her palms scrape up my chest in a worshipping gesture only revving me up further.
Encouraging me.
I look down through a haze of hunger and find Missy rubbing her clit through the tennis skirt panties and I know I can’t succumb to the pleasure of this blow job. I have a duty here. A responsibility. And dammit, I want to be joined, locked, inseparable with her.
“Come on,” I say through clenched teeth. “That’s enough.” I ease my dick out of Missy’s mind-blowing mouth and lift her up by her armpits. She sways, clearly unable to stand, so I carry her over to a white leather couch, ripping the skirt down her legs and urging her down onto the long, plush seat, not wasting a second before I’m shoving her thighs open. Gaping down at the heaven I’ve revealed. “Motherfucker,” I grit out. “Look what we have here—a wet little masterpiece. Got these knees pointed east and west and those pussy lips still ain’t open. Must be tight as fuck, aren’t you?”
His ribcage expands, shudders back inward. “I…I don’t know,” she gasps.
“Well I better lick it open, huh?” I lean down and kiss her slit, lap at it. “We have to see what you brought Daddy to play with, don’t we?”
A tremble courses through her and her hips twist, lift, writhe. She’s horny, my angel, and I can’t believe I’m the one who gets to satisfy her. If making her come is the only duty I perform for the rest of my life, I will die with a smile on my face.
Gently, I trail my tongue up and down that sealed up valley between her legs. I’m the only man who has ever been here and it shows. It takes several minutes of licking before her lips begin to tease open, but hell, the amount of moisture that seeps out makes me want to roar in victory. She’s turned on and the proof is dripping down her inner thighs. It’s coating her pretty, puckered asshole. And when I see the little berry of her clit peek out, swollen and rosy, I set upon it like a slavering dog, raking the tip of my tongue around the perimeter, then pressing the flat of my tongue tight to the bud and moving my face side to side, side to side, feeling her thighs jerk and shake in my hands.
“Oh. Oh, Turk. Please. I didn’t know th-this was an…acceptable a-act. P-please!” Her whimpers are the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard in my life. “I-I think it’s going to be even better than yesterday. Is it?”
The whole lower half of my face is wet. I’m abrading her inner thighs with the stubble on my cheeks, my tongue going to fucking town, never once leaving that clit alone. Worshipping it like it’s my new god. It is. And my god tastes like fucking raspberries and cream and I could spend a year licking this pussy and it would only be the beginning of what I want to do to it. How I want to please it.
When her fingers tangle in my hair and her words become jumbled, I know her climax is close. I need to use this opportunity to prepare her for my cock, so I fill her with an index finger, twisting the digit around in the snugness, never ceasing my assault on her clit. Jesus, she’s small. What if I hurt her?