Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 19169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
His expression turns thoughtful.
“I think I could express myself better when you couldn’t see me.” While running his hands over my body, he doesn’t avoid my belly. He caresses it with tenderness and even squeezes it a little, like he can’t get enough of the jiggle.
I comb my fingers through his beard. “I love being able to see you.”
His mouth tilts into a smile. I turn around so he can unhook my bra, holding the cups in place with my arms. The sharp intake of breath when I drop my arms and he sees my bare breasts for the first time makes my clit pulse.
I moan as his thumbs skate over my nipples.
“Daddy, that tingles.”
“Where does it tingle, baby?”
I point to my breast. “Here...”
“Where else?” he growls.
I bite my lips together, pretending to be nervous. I don’t have to fake it very hard. It’s one thing to prance around in your underwear for an anonymous audience. It’s another thing altogether to be naked with a man who can touch you.
I point to the apex of my thighs.
Jonathan’s fingers brush the front of my panties as he says the word, “Here?”
I gasp and then nod.
He kisses the shell of my ear and says, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Chills skitter along my spine as he takes my hand and places it on the hard, curved ridge of his cock.
“Oh, god...” I gasp, giving him a test rub. “You really are big everywhere.”
“And it’s all for you, baby girl. Every throbbing inch.”
I keep my hand on his bulge as he removes his flannel and the tee-shirt underneath. His chest hair looks soft, like animal fur. I can’t resist petting it with my cheek.
“Bedtime, baby girl,” he rasps.
I climb onto the bed and face the purple tapestry as I ease my underwear down my thighs. His swift inhale is as good as a kiss on the neck. With or without the camera, I love knowing Jonathan’s watching and appreciating my body. I lose the panties altogether and then roll onto my back, where I don’t just spread my legs for him. I use my hands to spread myself open.
“Look, Daddy. See how wet I am?”
His lips drift apart as his gaze falls on my pussy. He looks like he wants to devour me.
He’s on my pussy in under a second, holding my thighs apart as his tongue glides through my slit. I barely have time to register what he’s doing to me when his tongue centers on my clit.
Pleasure explodes inside me like fireworks across a night sky. I don’t know what to do with my hands. I don’t know what to do with the rest of me, because all of my attention has suddenly been funneled to the tiny, tender bud between my legs.
I’ve never come so fast in my life. But he keeps on licking, tasting, sucking, until my eyes are practically rolling up into my head.
Finally, he comes up for air. I no longer have bones or muscles. I’m just a pool of pleasure on the bed, wet and willing to be used however he pleases.
“I’ve never tasted a more luscious pussy,” he growls. “I bet you feel just as sweet on the inside.”
All I can do is watch as he reaches for his belt buckle, unfastens his pants. He stands before me completely naked, and my mouth literally waters at the sight of his dick, long and thick and veiny and just plain big. I can’t wait to get my hands on it.
I reconstitute myself enough to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Can I please touch it?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes.
There’s a glimmer of agony in his gaze, but he swallows it down, replacing it with love. “You can touch it all you want, baby girl.”
I wrap my hand around the shaft, noting how warm his skin feels. I stroke languidly. His hands fist at his sides as I lean forward to kiss the head and lick it gently, leaving a string of saliva as I pull away.
“Is that how you’re supposed to do it, Daddy?”
Jonathan’s gaze hardens as he stares down at me. I think I might be too good at this game. He’s losing his damn mind.
With a hand on my chest, he eases me down onto the bed.
“Cock-sucking lesson later, little girl. I fucking need your pussy.”
My pulse races as the bed dips from his weight. I don’t have to pretend this part is new and a little scary. No amount of erotic literature can prepare you for the reality of a giant taking position between your thighs.
I feel his cockhead at my opening, poised and ready to take my virginity.
“I’ll go as slow as I can,” he says through clenched teeth.
I cry out as his cock enters my pussy, challenging my body to rearrange itself to make room for him. What I feel isn’t so much a tearing sensation. It’s more like a muscle ache, a stretch that hurts but feels good at the same time.