Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
But at the same time, Mr. Lyons was promising to make it good for me. He was promising that he’d help me enjoy, help my body adjust. And I nodded slowly because I wanted it. I wanted more of him, to taste and to savor, to learn whatever the billionaire was teaching. So I nodded again, mesmerized by his words.
“Yes, Daddy,” I murmured obediently. “Yes, Daddy, tie me up.”
And with that, the alpha was on me. One minute, he was across the room with the tie in his hands, and the next those hard lips were on mine, crushing me, owning me.
“Ohhh!” I gasped against the assault. “Oh!”
“Oh is fucking right,” growled Luke against my lips. “Because you’re getting it baby girl, this little pussy is going to be fucked within an inch of its life.”
And suddenly the dress was torn from me, leaving my body bare and nude. I looked down in shock, boobies heaving, pink crests jutting out obscenely. What in the world?
But it was true. Luke had taken the frilly dress in two hands and literally ripped it down the center so that the material fell apart, my creaminess on display.
“Oh!” I gasped again, breasts quivering under his hot gaze, nether lips plushly pink. “Oh!”
And Luke bent his head to suckle a nipple, gripping the nub between his teeth before biting down, hard.
“Ah!” I cried out, throwing my head back, eyes closing ecstatically. “Ah ah ah!”
“That’s right,” he rumbled against my breastflesh, squeezing the white orbs with his hands. “That’s right, aww, fuck I love huge titties.”
And I mewled helplessly, pushing forward into his mouth, welcoming this man. Because my body isn’t that of a standard prima ballerina. I’m much too big, too generous, and ballerinas don’t usually have tits. Typically they’re shaped like planks or teenage boys, chests as flat as a board.
So to have a man worshipping my goodness, stuffing my nips into his mouth hungrily, buoyed my self-esteem. And this wasn’t just any man, this was a man who knew dance, who had once been a ballet dancer himself. Oh god, it felt so good emotionally and physically. It was so satisfying because not only was I feeding my man, but he couldn’t get enough. He loved the huge creamy mounds, and the assets that were all me.
“Oh!” I cried out again as he bit me once more before settling into a deep suck. “Oh oh!”
But Mr. Lyons wasn’t done yet. With a nasty grin, he looked up, those blue eyes hot.
“Suck yourself,” he indicated, nodding at my other breast. “Let me see baby suck herself.”
I stared at him, eyes wide. But it hadn’t been a mistake, and Mr. Lyons jerked his chin at my boob again.
“Lick yourself,” he commanded, dick twitching against my leg. “Stuff your other boobie in your mouth, don’t make me say it again.”
And slowly, his words made sense. Because as someone with generous assets, I have flesh to mold and play with. And right now, Luke wanted me to play with myself, showing off the creamy sacks of milk. So with a tentative hand, I palmed my left tit.
“Like this?” I asked hesitantly, squeezing gently. Oh god, it felt good, my breasts were so full and achy, electric jolts running straight to my cunt. “Like this?”
Luke’s gaze grew even hotter, zooming up to a hundred degrees.
“Into your mouth,” he growled again. “Now.”
The command in his voice was my downfall, because I couldn’t disobey. I couldn’t say no, and with a trembling hand, I lifted my tit to my lips, lapping experimentally at the hard crest. Oh! It felt so good, my tongue reaching out to twirl tentatively around my nipple, sampling my own sweetness. Oh fuck, it was amazing, and I kissed myself again before delicately sucking the hard tip into my mouth.
Luke watched, eyes blazing even as he dropped a kiss on my other nipple.
“That’s right, baby girl,” he rasped. “You have to get used to taking Daddy’s orders, that’s the only way this is going to work.”
I mewled helplessly, still sucking on my breast. But then something within took over, and I popped it out, never dropping his gaze.
“Daddy, you wanna suck?” I whispered, offering the wet nipple to him. “You wanna suck?”
And with a growl, Luke was on it. The alpha leaned forward, and lapped at my tit, running his teeth lightly over the pink crest before nodding to me again.
“Now you again,” he commanded.
And oh god, but it was so dirty. Luke and I took turns lapping at my nips, enjoying the big breasts and sharing the creamy goodness. I’d take a lick, and then he would, and we’d rotate, filling ourselves with white breastflesh. My cunt shivered down below, and oh god, but I could see the snake in his pants growing, insistent and enormous, the tip literally poking out over his waistband, glistening wetly under the light.