Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
He kept murmuring filthy, sweet things in my ear, and each obscenity thawed me out and pierced the pain. He just wanted to fuck his gorgeous boy’s tight hole, he said. He just wanted to show me how Daddy would love on his boy every night. He just had to take me.
I bit down on my lip, barely resisting the urge to push back against him. He was buried so deep, and I was evidently slutty enough to go with the hurt, as long as it gave me more cock. But yeah, then he pushed in all the way, and the fire sucked the air out of my lungs.
He groaned against my neck and gripped my hip.
My breaths turned shallow, and I was so freaking torn between begging for more and trying to escape.
“You just had to be perfect, didn’t you?” He drew a deep breath and pulled out slowly, only to push in again. “Fuck—addicted in five goddamn seconds.” He kneaded my butt cheek roughly, and he leaned back, maybe because he wanted to see. “This little ass is mine now, baby boy. I wish you could see how tightly it’s stretched around Daddy’s cock. Fucking hell.”
I whimpered—I couldn’t help it! But he was turning me on so badly, and emotions wanted out.
He hummed and lowered himself over me again, and his heated kisses along my neck made a return as he began fucking me in long, measured thrusts.
“Go back to sleep,” he whispered. “No sounds.”
A flash of a memory hit, something about a journal entry I’d read, and I dug into my mind, finding Cam’s words. He’d written about this. Somnophilia—and the effects of being quiet, bottling up all the sensations his Master essentially fucked into him. It’d made Cam’s orgasm more powerful.
I drew in a deep breath and screwed my eyes shut, and I hugged my pillow to me.
“Look at you,” Daddy chuckled, out of breath. “So defenseless and precious.” He leaned forward and nipped at my jaw. “It makes me torn. Part of me wants to defile every inch of your soft little body, smear Daddy’s come all over you…”
Don’t moan, don’t moan, don’t fucking moan!
“The other part…” He exhaled and fucked me a little faster. “I keep seeing your face when you sucked me. Like a perfect cocksucker for Daddy. And I wanna hold you right there, stroke your hair, whisper sweet nothings, let you nurse from my cock…till you get all of Daddy’s milk.”
That was it; I had to literally bite down on the pillow and press my face against it. But nothing could stop me from pushing my bottom against his cock, if only a little. He talked about being addicted to me already? Well, I was addicted to him too!
He sped up again, going harder and faster, and he slipped a hand between me and the mattress, finding me rock hard. It made him chuckle.
“That’s my boy.” He pressed his lips to my shoulder. “You’re about to make a mess all over Daddy’s bed.”
I didn’t doubt him, because he rubbed me hard and persistently, almost at the same pace he drilled me with his big cock. The sound of his skin slapping against mine filled the air, and I could sense he was getting close. It was difficult to focus when I couldn’t moan, groan, whimper—whatever. It felt so damn good, and I wanted to move. I needed to move.
Don’t make a sound.
“Christ, that’s it,” he groaned. “Daddy’s gonna come, baby.”
My lungs burned, and fuck me if I didn’t get lightheaded from pressing my labored breaths into the pillow. My skin felt flushed and damp—oh fuck, oh fuck. He tightened his hold on my cock and twisted at the head, smearing the fluids seeping from me, and I fucking lost it. The pleasure came at me so fast that I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
My orgasm crashed down on me, and the feeling of soaking Daddy’s hand in my come made me feel weirdly embarrassed in a hot way—like it turned me on to know that he felt how desperate he made me. That he made me lose control.
Then he was coming too, and I gave up on my fight. I pushed away the pillow and cried out, and it prolonged the euphoria. A million tiny explosions set off within me, turning me into a needy, rambling savage.
“Fuck me, Daddy!” I moaned hoarsely. “Harder—harder, harder, please! Oh God, Daddy, it feels so good.”
He cursed breathlessly and pounded his release into me, and then I felt his hand sliding around my neck, up my jaw, and he smeared my orgasm around my mouth.
“My dirty little baby,” he growled in my ear. “Taste the mess you made.”
He pushed three fingers into my mouth, and I groaned around them. I licked them, I sucked on them—until he grunted, slammed forcefully into me, and grew still.