Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Wetness leaks out of me. If I could squirm, I would. Instead, I lie here and wait to find out what he’s going to do.
His hair flops forward, preventing me from seeing his eyes.
Suddenly, he drops his face to my sex and licks through my folds.
I cry out at the unexpected sensation. I’ve been wound tight since he removed my shirt, leaving me naked, but now… Now, it seems like I’m going to implode. It’s such a foreign sensation that I don’t know what to expect.
Daddy lowers a bit more, opens his mouth over my entire sex, and sucks.
My eyes roll back as I buck against him to no avail. I even grab his hair with both hands, shoving at him, but he doesn’t budge. He’s intent on doing whatever he’s going to do.
So many sensations bombard me as he licks my lower lips and then flicks his tongue over a spot I didn’t know existed. It’s a strange button of nerves that seems to be swollen and sensitive. How did I not notice it before?
When Daddy scrapes it with his teeth, I stop breathing. Once again, the world spins, and not from vertigo.
He flicks the swollen nub rapidly and then pushes his tongue up inside my vagina.
My world seems to pause for a few seconds as I hover somewhere really strange and blissful, and then my body explodes, and I scream as waves of the most intense pleasure wash through me.
I’m gasping for breath as I eventually float back into my body. I’m still gripping his head, my hands fisted in his hair. I might be holding him against me. Why would I want him to stop?
Eventually, I release him, feeling foolish. He continues to lightly suck, lick, and kiss my private parts until he lifts his face. He’s smiling. “That was the best experience of my life, Little doll. Was that your first orgasm?”
I swallow. “Yes,” I whisper. I guess that was an orgasm then. I’m growing more educated by the minute.
There are holes in my knowledge. My mother filled me in on the basics when I was about twelve, but she certainly didn’t mention men putting their mouth on my sex.
I suppose I would have heard girls talking about such things at school, but I spent the first two years of high school too preoccupied with my mother’s illness to hang out with friends. And I was sixteen when Vincent insisted I drop out and become his maid.
Daddy kisses between my legs again, making me wince. I’m so sensitive. He nibbles a path up to my chest and over to one breast. When he flicks his tongue over the tip, I moan and arch toward his mouth. Two seconds ago, I was limp and sated. Now I’m aroused again.
He switches to my other nipple and then sucks both of them back and forth until I’m writhing. Everything between my legs is pulsing, begging for attention.
Eventually, he continues up toward my mouth and claims my lips again. This time, his kiss is filled with so much passion that I moan into his mouth, squirming with renewed lust. Something is terribly off with me. I’m consumed with sensations I’ve never experienced. Feelings I never expected and didn’t know were possible.
I’m desperate all over again when he releases my lips, panting and writhing. “Daddy…”
“You’re so beautiful when you come, Cora.” His voice is rough. Sexy. That’s the word. Sexy.
“Your pussy is delicious. I’m going to feast on it often.” He keeps using that word. Pussy. It’s crude, and I think I like it. It makes me feel naughty.
“Would you like Daddy to flip you over and spank you now, sweetness?”
I’m taken off guard by his suggestion. “Now?”
“Yes, Little doll. While you’re still trembling and needy. If you enjoy being spanked, your little pussy will throb the entire time, and I’ll thrust my fingers into your tight cunt when you’ve had enough, making you come even harder than the first time.”
I gasp. I only understand about half of what he says. Not the words. The actions he’s describing. Foreign to me. Incomprehensible.
I trust him, though. If he thinks I should experience a spanking, I won’t deny him. “Okay, Daddy.”
He beams, grinning wide. “Good girl. Remember, if you hate it, I will sense that and stop. If you love it, I will sense that, too, and increase my swats, pushing you to new heights.”
He lifts off me and pats my hip. “Roll onto your tummy, Little doll. I want you on your elbows and knees. Don’t put any pressure on that wrist.”
I’m shaking as I obey him, turning sideways so my left hip is close to the edge of the bed.
Daddy grabs a huge fluffy pillow from the headboard and tucks it under me. “Relax against the pillow, sweetness. It will keep your bottom high, allowing you to offer me your smooth flesh.”