Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I nodded and took that as a green light. The towel landed on the floor, and I leaned in and nuzzled his perfect cock. It was all warm and soft and slowly growing thicker and harder. I captured the head with my mouth and lifted my gaze to his, and his fingers slowed down in my hair.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Go on, suck on Daddy.”
Unf.
I sucked him in unhurriedly, coating him with my tongue, and I didn’t look away from him. I saw how his jaw ticked with tension, felt how his fingers eased down to the back of my head so he could hold me in place, and heard the long breath he let out.
Knowing that our food would be here soon, I picked up the pace as soon as he was hard.
It wasn’t long before he was holding my head in place and fucking my mouth in long, measured thrusts. I sucked and sucked, craving every drop of salty goodness—and his sounds. Those low, whiskey-voiced groans and whispers.
“That’s perfect.”
“My sweet, cock-hungry little baby boy.”
“You’ll get all of Daddy’s milk soon.”
“Right there.”
I whimpered and exploded with lust, and I couldn’t help myself. I had to jerk my cock too. I became so needy that I instantly wanted his cock in my bottom, but we didn’t have the time. Later, I promised myself. Before bedtime, I would beg him to fuck me stupid.
“You best hurry if you want to come with Daddy,” he warned, out of breath. “I’m close.”
Yeah, well, I was twenty-six. I could come in a minute if I wanted to.
I clenched down on nothing and fisted my cock harder, and he let go. He pushed his cock down my throat and groaned, then fucked me in sharp thrusts that made me choke around him.
Panic tinted the edges of my consciousness, and my eyes welled up.
“Breathe through your nose,” he reminded me.
I nodded with my mouth full of cock, and I stupidly let a moan bubble up, which only made me gag again. I couldn’t help it—again! I was so horny and needy, and the raw hunger in his eyes had to be better than Viagra.
He clenched his jaw, and his eyes fluttered to a close, so I knew he was right there on the edge.
I redoubled my efforts, sucking him as hard as I could, and he cursed and started coming.
Finally!
I couldn’t fucking describe the greed that welled up. I drank and sucked, drank and sucked, and it set me off too. In between breathless whimpers, I came in the water and shuddered over and over.
Oof, all my energy disappeared again.
DECEMBER 19
Even though I’d known from the start it was going to be a big expo, I wasn’t prepared to see so many people when I walked into the convention center. It took me twenty minutes just to hand over my jacket at coat check.
I pocketed my slip and made sure I hadn’t left anything valuable in my pockets.
As promised, Suravi met up with me near the entrance, so she could take me to Wyatt. He’d recently arrived after giving his speech at Grosvenor House, and I was ready to be his graphic design helper and talk to potential clients.
I’d put on an event T-shirt, and I had my own lanyard so it looked official. I mean, it was, but I couldn’t shake the vacation feel and that I was here with my Daddy. But I did have work to do! In fact, the print place was about to get crazy busy.
We passed so many tables and displays, that our Culver City branch suddenly felt tiny. In a way, we sort of were, despite the downtown office being the official headquarters. But with departments and buildings all over the place, in Europe too, it was the first time I witnessed the size of the Abrams family’s business.
“He’s over there.” Suravi pointed toward an elaborate booth, where I automatically noticed the pop-up banners and marketing material before I spotted Wyatt with a few other men. “I gotta go make sure they’re ready for him at the next seminar.”
I nodded. “Thanks, Suravi. Let me know if you need any help. I have some spare time when he’s there.”
“Thanks—I appreciate it.” She flashed a quick smile before she scurried off again.
Let’s get to work, then. I’d slept in and everything, so I had all the energy. Although, I hadn’t been a fan of waking up alone—but I wouldn’t have been a fan of getting up early either.
With my tablet ready, I made my way over to Wyatt, and he smiled in relief when he saw me.
“You know what,” he told the man he was talking to, “there’s no reason for me to ramble about rebranding when you can see it in action. I want you to meet Parker Jacobson, one of our best graphic designers.”