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)
He pulls away for a breath. “Alright, baby girl. Give me that come. Don’t you dare fucking hold back.”
Once again he goes into me, tongue deeper, pushing against my walls. It is heaven, and then it is heaven squared.
He is so good at this. He is so determined to give me pleasure that it takes my breath away.
His tongue slows, but the pressure intensifies. He pushes his finger in further, testing my hymen again, and I cry out a scream of pleasure and need and pain, wanting this release, wanting to dissolve into his mouth and hands.
And now I am spinning and spiraling. It is happening and it is happening on his tongue. Total peace, total pleasure. I am myself and then I am us. And I know that there is no way I can ever live without this ever again.
He takes my hips in his massive hands and steadies my writhing body with his mouth. One more wave of pleasure starts to bubble up before I break, and I squeeze his face hard with my thighs.
Pleasure tangles up inside me and then…
Release. Explosion. Crescendo into a new thing I have never felt before.
He licks me through it, through my screams and writhes, and his movements mirror mine as my pleasure softens and evens out.
My entire body is warm now, not hot, both inside and out. And he stays right there between my legs, kissing my pussy gently now, bringing me back to earth.
I grip the edge of the table hard, still with my mind and body shivering and spiraling. My ears squeal, my heart thumps in my chest. I feel my heartbeat in every muscle, every fiber.
I find my way up on to my elbows, and look down at him, only to find him smiling up at me.
I am woozy with coming. The world is spinning and far away. “This makes that wine-a-rita look like a joke.”
Mike laughs, coming up to standing, knitting his hand in mine. “Lie down. Relax. Catch your breath.”
I give his hand a squeeze and look up at the sky. Then he steps forward and scoops me up into his arms, and carries me gently across the pool deck, as though I’m light as a feather. I wrap my arms around him, feeling safe and secure, and very slowly he steps down into the pool, letting the water take my weight.
I sigh out a gasp of pleasure as the warm water touches my nakedness.
“You know, earlier? When you ran from me?”
I open my eyes slowly, squinting a little bit in the dappled sun. “Yes.”
He shakes his head, looking serious.
“I never want that to happen ever again. I never want you afraid of me. Not like that. And if you run, I want you to run toward me. Always. Is that understood?”
Oh, my heart. This ache in my heart. I let my eyes close slowly and smile.
“Yes, Daddy. Understood.”
CHAPTER 7
Mike
I carry her from the pool, wrapped up in a towel, and bring her inside. She feels like fucking heaven itself in my arms. Like she was always meant to be there.
I place her right in the middle of the bed, pillows behind her head. And then I place my knees on either side of her, pinning her down, letting her feel my weight.
I can’t tell if she’s scared or excited. And I can’t tell if I want her to be scared or excited. Maybe I want fucking both.
“I’m nervous,” she whispers, looking up at me.
“But do you want it, baby girl?”
“Yeah,” she says, on a whisper. “Yes, Daddy. I do.”
Fuck. Fuck me and this Daddy thing. Never in my life has a word sounded so sweet, so right.
I let her feel the weight of my cock, the pressure of it against her pussy, still damp from the pool.
“You might regret it, baby. You think you can handle this dick?”
She paws at me, a new hunger in her eyes, a new intensity. Baby girl’s finding her power. No fucking doubt. But I pin her hands back, holding her little wrists tight, feeling her pulse pound on my palm. As I do, I feel her wetness intensify against my shaft, and I let out a groan. A primal fucking groan like I’ve never heard myself make before.
“Tell me about what you’ve done before, baby. Tell me how many boys have made you come.”
Even as I ask it, I feel the rage build inside me. There’s a real possibility I’ll kill every one of the fuckers if she gives me names.
“Nobody has, Daddy. Nobody until you, last night and today. I said, this is my first everything.”
Shit. Fucking shit. I lean down and kiss her, sweeping her tongue aside. “Sweet as cream and just as pure.”
She laughs into another kiss. “Maybe. Until today.”
I’m so hard that I’m fucking spinning with it, rolling on it, high as a fucking addict for her. I’d do anything to get to her pussy now. Blow up buildings. Destroy business deals. Even fucking sabotage old friendships. Because all that matters is her.