Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
And still, it scares me. Still, it petrifies me. But this time, I let that fear settle down in my belly, dense and hot.
“God, you’re a fucking dream, Jess. Everything I’ve ever wanted and more.”
He lets my tits go and then steps back, tipping his chin at me. “Everything off.”
I nod up at him again and wriggle out of my girl boxers until I’m standing there naked in front of him. Bare and vulnerable.
He takes a second, studying me top to toe. His eyes slide hungrily over my tits, my curves, my belly. And he smiles, shaking his head. “I’m going to make you cum until you cry.”
His cock catches my eye again, standing straight and proud and throbbing. But before I can take it in my hands again, he grabs me by the hips and turns me, forcing me down to all fours on the blue cushion of the chaise lounge.
For a long moment, nothing happens. The wind catches the blooming sage, the sound of seagulls in the distance. But no touch, no growl, no demands.
I look back over my shoulder slowly, and there I see him watching me, studying me, halfway crouched down behind my pussy. Studying me. Memorizing me. My pussy, my hips, my ass.
I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, that I have a powerful urge to drop my hips and tuck into a ball. Maybe even to take off running again.
But when his eyes meet mine, there’s warmth there. Paternal, protective warmth. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I let out something between a laugh and sob, full of gratitude and relief. “Really?”
“Yeah. Fucking really. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to wreck that perfect pussy, we clear?”
I swallow hard and watch him work his length. God, that cock. How will I ever take all of that cock inside me?
I am quivering with anticipation, with need. I’m so nervous I feel the world swimming around me, but I don’t want to miss a moment of this. I want it all to be locked into my memory forever. And so I take a deep breath, and still my thoughts, and let my face press softly into the cushion. As I get ready to become his.
He takes a step forward, placing his fingertip at my opening, but not penetrating me yet. “You’re a juicy little peach, Jess.” He traces a line through my opening, letting the pad of his finger linger on my clit, teasing and certain and intense.
I feel so vulnerable again. The wind catches the trees and makes my nipples pucker, cooling the wetness on my pussy and thighs. I suddenly feel so much younger than my eighteen years, and I slip my arm over my breasts to shield myself, even just a little.
Mike clicks his tongue. “Nope.” He gently but firmly moves my hand aside, placing it on the cushion.
The touch of his skin on mine, it brings me so much confidence. So much security. “Okay,” I whisper back. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”
He growls out a response before he says a word. “God, Jess. I don’t know if I want to worship you or tear your apart. Or both.”
My toes curl again, so hard that my feet cramp once more. “Yeah?”
“Fuck. Look at those fucking toes curl,” he growls again.
And I can’t help it but laugh, sultry and relieved into the cushion. Because for as much as he scares me, he also makes me feel so safe. And so good. And like everything is going to be alright.
I feel less vulnerable than ever, and I lift my head from the cushion. I look back at him, smiling, and sway my hips to show off. “Please, Daddy.”
“You’re beautiful when you say please.”
He takes another step forward, letting his cock rest between my legs, letting the shaft part my folds. Not penetrating, not yet, but just… pushing. Resting. Letting me get used to him being close. Then with two fingers he dips into my opening, watching me all the time. “Just want to see what we’re up against here.”
I don’t know what that means, not exactly. Unless I do.
He groans again. “Gonna be fucking tight. So we better warm you up properly first.”
“Anything,” I manage to say through my hazy desire, “Anything you want.”
In one powerful movement, he hooks his arm around my hips and hoists me up in his arms, my back to his massive chest. He carries me a few feet away, and places me on top of the table where he was working yesterday when I was teasing him out here. It’s a massive wooden thing, with slatted wood pieces on a circular tabletop.
He lays me down on the table, face up, with my heels just at the edge of the wooden surface.
Then he grabs the chair where he was sitting, and pulls it up between my legs, and takes a seat.