Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
"No," I hiss, resisting, but he grabs me by my throat this time, holding me in place.
"Too much for you?" he asks, his voice now caring, sweet. "Just tell me and I'll stop."
"N-No," I manage to get out, even though I almost want to chicken out.
"Good. If it is, you say the word red. Or, if you can't speak, you tap me three times. Show me now."
I tap his lag with my palm. One, two, three.
"Good girl. Now show me your pussy."
I should have known it was coming, but it still makes my heart pound. Slowly, I sit back on the floor, my dress hitched up, and I allow my legs to fall open. Raphael starts jerking his cock, his eyes slowly traveling between my legs as he mutters, "There it is. Spread it open."
My trembling hands shake as I flatten my palms against my pussy, showing off for him. "Like this, Daddy?"
"Like that, trouble." He groans, his hand covering his eyes as if he can't bear to look at me. He doesn't let go of his cock, though. "More, give me more. Show me that untouched little hole you've been saving for me."
I spread myself open, "Look at me, Daddy. I want you to look at me."
His hand comes down and it's as if he's a different person. There's an edge to the way he looks at me, and I'm suddenly afraid. My lips part and I shock myself by saying, "Kiss me."
"No," he laughs. "No fucking way. Because if you lose, you owe me a pussy licking session."
I flush, remembering what I wrote on my profile on the app. "I don't like that. Didn't you read my profile?"
It's not like I know whether I like it or not since I haven't tried it, but it's a limit Raphael should respect.
"I'll make you love it." His words should scare me, but they only turn me on more. "Now come here and get my dick wet so I can stick it in your pussy."
I get to my knees and move in close, pretending I've kept my cool throughout all this.
"Come on, don't be shy." Raphael strokes my hair as I kneel next to him. "Not here, not with me."
I look up at him and wrap my lips around his cock. He's soft yet hard at the same time and I can feel his shaft pulsing with need. It scares me almost as much as it excites me. I feel goosebumps erupting all over my skin as my tongue slides over the slit in his cock, tasting the clear liquid bubbling on top of it.
"You like it?" Raphael asks gently, and I nod, allowing his cockhead to slip deeper into my mouth. "I knew you would, trouble. Try licking it. Sucking it. Give me the attention I deserve."
I cough but all it does is make him go deeper. My eyes widen at the sudden feeling of my mouth being stretched around him, feeling him pulse inside me. A new-found determination awakens inside me, and I take him deeper, forcing myself to swallow inch by inch despite my gag reflex trying to prevent it. And then something happens in my throat, something that makes me able to take him almost all the way. My eyes water and I blink away tears.
"Oh fuck, good girl." Raphael gently gathers my hair in his fists and slowly pushes his cock in and out of my mouth. "That's right, be a good girl for Daddy. Take it. Take it all."
I choke a little as he pushes deeper than ever but keep going nonetheless. My body is buzzing with what we're doing, all senses on high alert as he feeds me his cock like the best treat I've ever had. I lick, suck and swallow the precum leaking from his slit hungrily. Raphael gets into it too, and despite his overall gentleness, I can tell he's holding back so he doesn't hurt me.
"I won't be able to take this much longer," Raphael groans.
I let his cock pop out of my mouth and smile. "Then fuck me, Daddy."
He grunts and motions to the desk. "Lie down there, right the fuck now."
I get up on shaky legs, walking over to the desk. He follows me, sliding papers and a crystal award off the desk. The glass shatters but he pays it no mind, instead grabbing me by the hips, lifting me and placing me ass-down on his desk.
"It's going to hurt," he warns me. "I'll do my best so it's not too bad. But if it's too much, use your safe word or tap me. Okay, trouble?"
"Okay," I breathe.
The bravado I felt before is gone. Now it's just the feeling of my heart hammering in my chest, reminding me what's about to happen.
"You sure?" Raphael asks, as if he can sense my trepidation.