Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“You like that, sweetheart?” he rasps.
I whimper again, clinging to his broad chest.
“Yes, Daddy. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Never stop.”
Jack fucks me harder then, relentless, and I come again, screaming into his ear. My body is on fire, every nerve ending lit up, pleasure and filth blurring into something perfect. My asshole contracts as my pussy dissolves into a series of violent spasms, my breasts bouncing as I’m penetrated two ways.
“Oh!” I shriek. “Oh oh oh!”
Jack loses control then, slamming into me, the sound of flesh on flesh obscene and beautiful. He comes as well, shouting my name, and I feel him pulse inside, thick and hot as virile seed fills my insides. I moan and cry, squeezing him with my pussy, loving the hot load that creams my insides.
“Mmm,” I moan. “Yes.”
We collapse, tangled and sweaty, the dildo lodged in my ass, his cock still inside my pussy. I’m hardly awake, dazed and sated at once.
The older man kisses my temple, tender now. “Are you okay, sweetheart? Was that too much for you?”
“It was a lot,” I say in acknowledgment. “But I’m okay. I promise.”
We lie there, catching our breath, with Jack still deep in my pussy and the dildo stuck in my back hole. He plays with the toy aimlessly, gently pulling it in and out a smidge, and I moan again from the sensation. He strokes my hair, absent-mindedly, but it feels so good that I literally begin to purr.
After a minute, he speaks.
“Have you ever been double penetrated before, sweetheart? Or was this your first time?”
I stiffen, just a bit. I want to say no, and in a way, I can say no because I’ve never been double penetrated by a human man. I’ve only done it during cam shows, with one dildo in my pussy and one in my ass. Does that count? I don’t know, and decide to lie.
“No,” I fib with an innocent smile. “Never.”
He grins, and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Well, you handled it like a pro, sweetheart. I’m very impressed.”
I laugh lightly, but my insides twist. I want to tell him the truth—that I’ve been fucked by every shape and size of toy in the world, that men pay to watch me debase myself, and that I’m not the innocent young girl he thinks I am.
But I can’t. Not yet. Shame twists in my gut because it feels like I’m sinking deeper and deeper into a lie, with no way to get out. What do I do? I can’t think, I can’t move, and I’m paralyzed by shame and indecision. Oh god.
Meanwhile, Jack pulls me in, arms around my waist, chin on my head, with no idea of who I really am.
“You’re young, baby. I’ll teach you everything you need to know in bed,” he growls. “You’re going to be Daddy’s perfect girl.”
I want to believe him. I want to be perfect for him.
But I’m not. Not even close because I’ve already done the most lewd and obscene acts on camera for other men. Oh god, oh god, what have I gotten myself into?
But I can’t tell Jack right now. The lies are thick in my throat and yet I can’t speak. So I close my eyes, let him hold me, and try to forget the truth for just a little longer.
When I wake up, the world has gone quiet and blue. Jack’s arm is still draped over me, heavy and safe, and for a minute I pretend this is my real life: a sunrise, a handsome man’s breathing, the quiet hush of a house where nobody expects anything but for me to be me.
Jack shifts in his sleep, grunting, and pulls me closer. His chin scratches the crown of my head. “You awake, sweetheart?”
“Barely,” I murmur, stirring against his chest. “What time is it?”
He rolls to check his watch, and the motion exposes his heavy pecs, the lines and scars now soft in the morning light. “Six-thirty. You want coffee?”
Oh shit! It’s Saturday morning, and I generally always come home. Sometimes it’s late, but I’ve never stayed out until the next day. Crap, crap, my mom is going to have a stroke. I climb out of bed, pulling on last night’s dress, feeling the aches and slick soreness in all the best ways.
Meanwhile, Jack sits up, covers pooling at his waist, and gives me a look that’s equal parts amusement and hunger. “You heading out?”
I nod, fighting the urge to crawl back in with him. “I need to make it home before my parents start a search party.”
He stands, all six-three of him naked and gorgeous, and wraps his arms around me. We kiss, slow and sleepy, like we’re tasting something that will have to last us a while.
“Text me, sweetheart,” he says, voice low. “I want more of this.”