Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
“Um…” I’m trembling. Mesmerized. Anticipating the entry of that sensitive part of him into any part of me. “Are you acting out a movie, too?” I ask, breathless. Sounding a little giddy. “Is it Big Daddy?”
He takes my jaw roughly in his hand, positioning me at a slight angle, my head tilted back, lips wet. In his opposite fist, he guides the insane length of his erection to my mouth, and he’s not gentle about cramming it inside, grunting to a stop when he’s halfway inside, having met the resistance of my throat. “Gone in Sixty Seconds,” he rasps.
That’s my final warning before he tunnels down the curve of my throat.
“Oh shit, angel,” he hisses through his teeth, grinding his balls against my chin. “That’s a good girl. Let your real Daddy fuck that pretty face.”
His statement has me mentally levitating. Is the solid length of him uncomfortable in my throat? Yes. But somehow, I’ve never been so free. He wants me, needs me. Treasures me. He’s claiming me for his own. He cherishes me, instead of pushing me away. This man gets as close as possible. He gets inside of me. I’m moaning before I realize I’m making a sound, squeaking like a toy every time Joel draws back and drives into my throat again, tears rolling down my cheeks, his testicles smacking off my chin as he picks up his pace, taking my mouth the way I know he’d take me between the legs.
Desperately. Savoringly.
He pulls out and I gulp oxygen into my lungs, watching his fist choke that flesh hammer up and down so tightly, droplets of white squeeze out onto my mouth.
I lick it up like a greedy girl.
“More, Daddy,”
He drops his head forward and moans raggedly, slapping his length against my lips in quick succession. One, two, three. “I should be put behind bars for this. But God, I can’t stop.” Slowly, he glides into my mouth, his stomach muscles bunching gorgeously when he makes it to my throat and stuffs his fat sex inside. “Can’t even drink legally, can you? But I’m about to make you drink this come.”
I twist my mouth around his trunk, sucking with all my might to let him know that’s exactly what I want. Need. A part of him to carry with me.
“Lord, yes, keep that up.” He is on all fours above me, fists planted on the ground now, his hips pumping in the direction of my mouth, his cold belt buckle dragging up and back between my breasts. “Suck on me with that little sorority girl mouth.”
My saliva lubricates his swollen member, some of the moisture escaping to coat my chin and cheeks, and he seems to find that irresistible, grunting and clenching his jaw, driving into my mouth faster, the lower part of his face eventually turning slack, as he inflates in my mouth, choking me, getting stiffer, his movements out of rhythm, beastly sounds coming from deep in his chest.
“Oh God. Almost there, angel. Oh God, oh God, oh God. Here’s the come you begged for with that tight, naked body. Every man in the lobby is dreaming of this right now, you hot little cock tease. Every man you meet wants to shove their dick inside of you somewhere, you know that?” His eyes flare with jealousy. Possessiveness. “Swallowing this come is a promise. Only Daddy gets access to this throat and pussy. Maybe even that extra virgin asshole. Swallow as a promise to me.”
Exhilarated, I nod. He wants to keep me. In that moment, I forget all about my plan or why I seduced him in the first place. There’s only our blistering eye contact and the jerk of his steely arousal in my mouth, throat, and I can’t help but lift my hips when the saltiness begins to pour down my throat, his bellows bouncing off the walls of the room, his balls squeezing in a pattern where they’re pillowed against my chin. I’m floating, I’m exultant, I’m drunk on the taste of being owned. Wanted. I love it here.
And so does Joel. The enjoyment he takes from spurting time after time down my throat is an incredible sight. He’s sweating profusely, pleasure/pain rippling across his features, and he shakes, making guttural sounds, like the good I gave him isn’t even meant for humans. It’s nasty and base and wrong, but that’s what makes it feel right.
I could brush my fingertips against my swollen clit right now and have an orgasm, but somehow, I know not to do that. I know it would make me a bad girl.
I’m not in change and…that’s how I need our relationship to feel, I think.
No, I know.
I want a man in charge. I want care. I want stability. Finally.
When Joel pulls out of my mouth, his chest rifling up and down, his face belies his domination. A hard jaw, devouring eyes.