Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
“No, little one.” His voice drips, low and dark into my ear. “As much as I want to watch you play with your little kitty, your next orgasm is going to be delivered directly into my mouth.”
He reaches over and pulls my hand away, and before I can say anything else, he’s standing, stripping his pants and his briefs, and that dreamlike, feverish feeling rushes over me in waves. My skin prickles with pins and needles as I take in the reality of the veined monster standing tall and swollen from his loins.
“God,” I squeak out, licking my lips as I lock my gaze on the little pearly-white droplets seeping from the nearly purple, bulbous tip. “That’s never going to fit inside me.”
“It will fit, sweet girl. Daddy will make sure you are good and ready before we try.”
I stare at his monster erection in baffled silence while my ovaries are getting ready to deliver more eggs than the Easter Bunny.
“Is it going to hurt?” I ask, a hint of pout and fear in my voice, because I don’t see how this is anatomically possible.
He drags his fingernails down my ribs, making me hiss as he maneuvers down to the end of the bed, his hands coming to rest on my knees.
“I’m afraid it will. But, I promise, I will give you special kisses and make it better after. Then, very soon, when your little body is used to it, it will feel so good. You’ll have to trust Daddy.”
“I will.”
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to show you what those special kisses feel like.”
I shiver as he looks down at me, the intensity in his mossy-green eyes flashing between desire and something darker.
Before I can say anything, he’s crouched down, his nose pressing firmly against my slit, and I feel the movement of cool air as he exhales and inhales against my molten hot sex.
“So sweet,” he whispers, like he’s talking directly to my pussy and not me. “One of a kind, made just for me. This cherry is all for me, isn’t it?” His eyes flick upward as I look down over the landscape of my body, at this man who is about to take my everything.
A man that feels like family, but is so much a stranger.
I nod, my mouth agape, anticipation stabbing into the most delicate parts of me as I silently beg for what’s coming next.
“You should learn to say please, Daddy, when you want something.” He takes a long, slow lick through my folds, exploding nerve endings like fireworks. “Say, ‘Please, Daddy, give me special kisses’.”
He presses his mouth into the drenched, silky skin and I stutter out his request. “P—p—lease…Daddy, give me, oh God…” I stall as his tongue toys with my hard nub, circling it like a predator as my head spins and I try to remember what it was I was saying. “…special kisses, please, Daddy…special…” I stammer and twist as my synapses fire and misfire. “P-please.”
“I do love the way you say please.” Merrick gives me a devilish grin and I drive my hips upward, unconsciously demanding more as his hands slip around and have a death grip around my upper thighs. “Now, just close your eyes, baby. Daddy’s going to make you feel so good.”
A wrenched sob rips from my chest as his mouth engulfs my entire pussy. He’s everywhere, this man, making me rise up and pant as my hips twist and forge for some invisible demand that he’s created inside of me.
My toes curl as I push my heels into the bedding. I feel his teeth rasp on the sensitive, tingling flesh, before he sucks each fold between his lips and focuses superhero powers on my clit, making my entire body rise and fall with the pulsing sensations growing deep in my core.
“God, Merrick…” I rasp between moans and screams. “Please, don’t stop.”
“I’m never going to stop.” He pauses to answer, the words vibrating into my opening as I feel pressure there, his mouth returning to my clit. He’s taking his time now, even as my body silently demands him to rush, to get me to the place where I lose control.
It’s one finger, in and out, tongue and lips, and then he’s pushing somewhere inside me that makes me gasp and tense my muscles. He’s rubbing it, whatever this magical spot is, as his mouth works its own separate sort of voodoo and I’m transported to a mindless, lusting, feral part of me, one I never dreamt could exist.
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.Daddydaddydaddy….
I repeat his name inside my lust-addled brain while my hips buck, grinding into his generous mouth as my chest arches to the ceiling and my skin feels like it’s coming alive. There’s an urgent anxiety building, stabbing, twisting and racing inside of me toward an invisible finish line.