Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
I see the movement of his arm from the corner of my eye, and I want to drop down to my knees so I can both look into his eyes and watch him jerk off, waiting for something I’ve never thought about before...
I want his cum.
I want it on me.
I want to taste it.
I want it inside me.
Before I can stop myself, I look directly into his eyes, and the words come from somewhere inside my soul. “I want to be a dirty girl for you...” The last one catches on my lips as I force it forward. “...Daddy.”
The movement of his hand halts, and his eyes catch fire as the fingers on my chin slip lower to grip around my throat.
“Say that again,” he rumbles, and my belly flips as I rise onto my tiptoes.
His hand tightens, and I struggle to take a breath, filling my lungs before I repeat the words.
“I want to be a dirty girl for you, Daddy.”
“Fuck.” His eyes close for a moment, then his hand leaves my throat, and his grip is on my wrist, pulling me into the bedroom. When we get to the edge of the bed, he orders, “Sit.”
I comply, looking directly into the dripping head of a cock nearly as long as my forearm.
Trembling, I watch in awe as he releases his erection, strips his jacket, tie and shirt, and tosses them on the end of the bed.
My own need throbs inside me as the pulsing between my legs makes it nearly impossible to form any rational thought.
“Take off your shirt,” he commands, standing in front of me shirtless, his cock standing up, spreading his zipper wide.
My fingers shake as I grab the bottom of my T-shirt and drag it over my head, still unsure any of this is real.
I could be dreaming. I did bump my head. Maybe it’s like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz; I’ll wake up, and my world will be black and white again.
He rips the shirt from my hands before I can let it go and tosses it onto the floor with a grunt like a caveman. I’m sitting naked on my bed while Vito examines me, his eyes tracing up and down, and when I look, I notice the fingers on his right hand are twitching.
The look in his eyes is primal, and it makes me shiver under his gaze.
Then he brings a hand down, two stiff fingers pushing on my chest until I’m prone. I lick my lips, my hands wrapping around my waist, unsure where else to put them until Vito fixes that.
“Grab your knees. Pull them up and apart. Show me everything. I want all of you.”
My skin tingles as I follow his orders, splaying myself wide for this man I’ve only known a matter of hours. I look at his hard cock jutting upward, cum leaking from the tip, and my mouth waters.
“That’s beautiful, my little Bambina. Has any other man ever touched you?” His voice is hard like he’s having trouble getting the words out. “Tell me the truth. It will kill me if you say yes, but I’d still rather know the truth.”
I shake my head, and he releases an uneven breath.
“Thank God,” he grits out, and my head swims. I don’t know what I’m doing, but somewhere deep down it feels right.
Dirty.
But right.
Need pulses through me as his eyes lock onto my open legs then glide upward to rest on my tits for a long moment, making me hold my breath.
When he finally looks me in the eye, I think I might pass out.
“I’m going to touch you now, little girl. Daddy needs to know how wet you are for him.” The filthy words make the throbbing unbearable, and I feel like his eyes are penetrating my soul. “You want that, don’t you? You want to know what it feels like to have my fingers on your little girl parts.”
He brings a finger to my lips, pressing forward, and I suck it inside. I watch his eyes flick shut at the sensation, and when they open again, they’re wild.
When he withdraws his finger, my lips stay open, and I nod, answering his question.
He shakes his head. “That’s not good enough. When I ask you a question, I want to hear your answer, understand? A nod is not enough. Tell me what you want.”
I gather my senses as best I can as he lowers his hand between my legs. The need is so strong, a desire I’ve never felt before. I need him to touch me. I want him to own me.
“I want you to touch me please, Daddy.” I add on the last word and watch his chest fill with a deep breath as his jaw muscle tightens.
I release a moan, mixing with his own as he drags the backs of his fingers through my folds while his eyes narrow and stay locked on my face.