Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I thought coming in my pants from humping this girl would be the best climax of my life, but my God, there’s nothing better than this, watching her attempt to swallow me whole, taking every drop like it’s her job. Maybe it is. Maybe it’s her job to trust me, give herself to me, body and soul. Maybe it’s my job to tend to this darling for the rest of my life. In this moment, while I’m unloading in her mouth, that’s how it feels, like everything in my past was leading to this. This attraction. This…bond.
Coco stretches my orgasm simply by swallowing and looking up at me for approval while she does it. She needs approval, so I give it to her, cupping the side of her face, stroking her hair back, listening to her purr in response. “Good girl. Sweet girl.”
She slumps back against the building, breathing like she’s been sprinting for miles, but her gaze is starting to dull, head lolling to the side. It’s almost like she has been strained from having this need to fulfill and no one to do it for her.
God help me, I can’t be the man for the job.
Can I?
When her eyes close completely, I zip myself up and scoop her up into my arms, starting off down the beach with her cuddled against my chest, fully aware that the protectiveness and ownership I feel for this girl is dangerous. And wondering if I’m even incapable of stopping my growing feelings for her from mowing me down.
7
Coco
I wake up groggy and confused about how I made it to my room last night. It takes me a few seconds to remember the feeling of security, muscular arms around me, the ocean breeze blowing my hair around, gruff reassurances. And when I swallow and realize my throat is sore from Walt’s use of my mouth, my gaze shoots to the adjoining door, my fingers curling into the sheets, pulse starting to flutter wildly. Walt.
There is an absence of tension in my body that has left me light in some ways, heavy in others. Heavy, because Walt obviously doesn’t see us having a viable relationship. I’m probably just a kid to him with unrealistic feelings. Light, because…
What Walt gave me last night?
I’ve been empty without it. Ownership. An authority figure.
I arch my back on the mattress and allow my fingertips to skim down my bare stomach, into my panties and over my mound, two fingers parting the lips of my sex and experiencing myself grow wet. Rubbing my clit until I’m gasping. I’m still wrapped up in the haze of bliss and when I close my eyes and replay the rough push of Walt’s shaft down my throat, I moan so loudly, I have to turn over and press my face into the pillow.
I’m not gentle, Coco. That’s not me. You get on your knees in front of Daddy, you get a rough mouthful of dick. Do you understand?
“Yes,” I whisper, that single word muffled by the pillow.
I’ve only got about ten seconds left of playing with myself before I orgasm, but it won’t be fulfilling like my first two times. It must be him. I need to get my pleasure from Walt. I’m going to make myself ready for him without completing the entire act. I’ll walk around aroused all day in his presence and he’ll know it. He’ll have to touch me. He won’t be able to ignore the responsibility. Because whether or not he believes I can be his girlfriend, what’s between us physically is undeniable.
I’ll use that.
There is only one day left of this reunion and I can’t walk away without knowing I’ll see him again. I don’t know how to be without Walt now that I’ve discovered him. Now that I know what it’s like to have a man claim me in a way that ignites me soul, satiates my body. In a way that might be a little twisted and wrong…but done without judgment. Done with purpose and care. I need him to take charge of me. Love me, be rough and demanding with me.
I need to be his little girl.
Thinking those two words almost pushes me into an orgasm, but I stop at the last second, rolling over onto my back and gasping into the air-conditioned atmosphere of the hotel room. It takes all of my control to resist bringing myself to completion and climb out of the bed on shaky legs.
With my eyes constantly drifting to the adjoining door, I kneel down in front of my small suitcase, rooting out my white bikini…and stopping. Remembering I packed two bathing suits. In addition to the white one, I have a pink one piece that I purchase without looking at the back. From the front, it looks mostly innocent, but in back? It’s a thong with an extremely low cut back. Basically, there is very little material between the back area and the butt. It’s held together by a frilly pink bow. More like lingerie than a bathing suit.