Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Mine. Every gasp she makes, every buck of her hips into my face, is a map of my ownership.
“Daddy…” She fists the hem on the pink sweatshirt she picked out from the bags of clothes that were delivered and tugs it upward, her quaking little belly in full view.
My fingers dig into her hips, holding her still while my mouth devours her and the vibrator pulses inside where I can’t wait to be again soon.
“Christ, you taste sweet,” I snarl against her clit, teeth grazing the bundle of nerves until she jerks and squirts.
“Rye!” She reaches down and claws the sides of my head when I wiggle a finger at her little back entrance then push it just inside.
Tight. Fucked-up tight. The girl’s a goddamn miracle.
“What… what are you—”
“You’re gonna take it here soon,” I mumble into her lush pussy, pulsing my digit in that tight ring of muscle while my other hand pulls her leg high and wide.
She shudders, hips rolling against my face. Innocent but greedy, clutching at my head like she’s drowning in what’s happening. When I bite down on her clit, she goes off like a fucking rocket.
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.
It’s the most beautiful word.
“More, more,” she whines, breathless and desperate. Her legs shake, her free foot banging on the counter, as I push another finger inside her ass. “Rye—!”
“Not yet.” I laugh, moving my tongue over her clit. “When I say.”
Her eyes snap open and she snarls, actually snarls, before her thigh slaps against my cheek. She gasps, her tight little asshole clamping down on my fingers like a vise.
“Beg,” I emphasize with a flick of my tongue, going back to working her clit in circles, back and forth, up and down until her tits heave, lips parted, cheeks flushed. So fucking pretty when she’s wild, thoughtless, just reacting and needing what I’m giving her. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your—your cock! I told you,” she hisses.
“You don’t want to come?” I twist my fingers inside her, watching her spine bow like a whipcord.
“I do, I just…F-Fuck me! Please, Daddy, fuck me—”
I release her leg from my hand and bring my palm down on the side of her ass hard.
“I told you, you are not getting daddy’s cock right now and that’s for your own good. Now stop being a fucking brat and holding back. I want you to soak my face and sometimes, you’ll learn, it’s about what I want. Now, come on your dad’s face.”
I land one more smack on her ass, then shock her when the next two are delivered right to her clit with wet sharp smacks.
I waste no time going back to sucking on that little bud, now more sensitive with the delivery of a little pain and that’s all it takes.
She comes, wet and shaking under my mouth. Her ass and pussy full of me in one way or another.
I don’t stop.
I twist my fingers in her back door while my other hand fumbles for the vibe controller on the counter and I twist the mechanism at the top, turning it up to ten.
Her body is mine. Her head flinging back and forth, guttural, animalistic sounds coming out of my sweet little girl as her second climax is sharper, harder, more consuming. It’s a snarling crescendo that leaves her trembling and panting and soaking wet on the hard stone counter.
She barely notices when I withdraw from her ass, leaving her boneless and brainless for a few minutes while I clean up my hand, then step back to her side and give her a long, deep kiss before gripping her face, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“You’re mine,” I say, but it’s partially a lie. I’m hers. Have been for a long time.
When I ease her off the counter, she stumbles and I catch her against my chest.
“You’re a very good girl.” I praise, brushing her messy hair back from her cheeks.
“I have to get ready.”
“Yes, you do. Take your time. I’ll get things ready down here. I’ll play the perfect daddy, don’t worry. Everything is going to be okay. I’m here now, and it’s my job to be sure of just that.”
She leaves me standing there, cock still hard enough to punch nails, smelling her scent in every corner of my being.
Elodie
“Bravo. You clearly have the skills, Elodie,” Sophia says as I retake my seat, breathing heavily from the demonstration I just gave but also, from the low hum of the vibrator that’s still inside me.
It’s odd to dance for them here in the house but I guess it’s just a different sort of test. Something to see how you react to different situations. I did nearly come once, when Uncle Rye turns the vibrator onto a pulse sort of setting, but honestly, I think it helped my performance overall.
Got me out of my head a bit.