Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
With his tongue.
Yep, words weren’t going to work.
Arching up and whining, my hands tried to grab Daddy but then I tried to make them grab the bed and instead I just ended up looking like a flopping fish. Daddy giggled and decided he was having fun and did it again.
How something so silly made me feel so squirmy I couldn’t figure out. “Daddy, that’s…”
Naughty?
Sexy?
Strange?
Making me slick?
All of the above?
He just gave a low, dark chuckle and used his teeth to nibble around my belly button, and that just sent even more crazy feelings through me.
How was that so naughty?
Daddy’s snicker made me question what I’d said in my head and out of it, but figuring that out seemed like it would take a lot more brains than I currently had working. “That’s…”
Over.
It was over.
As he moved lower, I couldn’t decide if I was frustrated or relieved, but that discussion was ridiculous because what I should’ve been thinking about was his final destination.
“You smell so good, sweetie.” Daddy’s voice had gone low and husky as he kissed around my hips and pushed my legs apart and up so he could settle in between them. “You taste so good too.”
He said the…
Oh…
As his tongue flicked over me, every brush and lick seemed to scatter a few more brain cells because all I could do was moan and twitch. When I tried to grab him—why, I didn’t know—he just chuckled against me and reached up to pin my hands to the bed.
Daddy was so strong.
Even his tongue was strong.
Part of me wanted to beg him to keep going forever, but another part of me wanted to beg to be fucked and knotted and another part just wanted to lick him all up. Nothing worked, though. Daddy seemed to be making me more stupid with every kiss.
He’d killed so much of my brains I was surprised when the fuzzies came inching back in and my entire body felt heavy and aching. Daddy must’ve known because he nearly purred against me as his tongue seemed to get even bigger.
Oh, it was his fingers.
Brains.
Gone.
“Daddy…” My voice sounded far away and muffled but it made Daddy moan against me, so it must not have sounded weird to him.
“Yes, that’s my good boy.”
I loved making Daddy happy but I couldn’t figure out what I’d done…and that got even harder to figure out when he kissed my cock and his fingers stretched me wider and nudged my gland.
Oh…that was…
Shaking, I could feel my orgasm starting to build, but when it was close enough to fire through me, Daddy pulled it away.
Mean Daddy.
“No, slut. You don’t get your first orgasm until I’m inside you.” Daddy’s stern words made me realize I might not have kept the mean Daddy thing just in my head.
Oops.
But it took me a long time to find enough brain cells to realize what else he’d said.
My first orgasm?
By the time I was imagining wonderfully naughty ways he could give me lots of orgasms, the fuzzy warmth was back and keeping track of anything else was hard. It was so hard, I didn’t realize Daddy was sitting up and taking off his clothes until I was already pouting.
“Is this really the time to get dramatic?” His hands stilled on his pants and he raised one eyebrow.
No was probably the right answer but all I could do was lick my lips and nod, then shake my head.
Daddy sighed and then he was the one shaking his head. “Ask a silly question.”
Huh?
“I love you, Daddy.” Yes, that was even better than thanking him. But manners were important. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Yes, that covered everything.
It even made him smile…and made him more naked.
Maybe I didn’t need brains?
“I love you too, sweetie.” He loved me so much he unbuttoned his pants and leaned over me to give me another kiss. “Can you taste my sweet boy?”
Oh…
Something made Daddy giggle as I tasted myself on his lips. “Naughty boy, licking your slick off my mouth.”
No, I wouldn’t do that…but I shouldn’t argue with Daddy either.
“I love you, Daddy.” Yes, that was true and wasn’t arguing.
“Sweet little slut.” He was so romantic, he kissed me again. “I love all the little moans and whimpers you give me.”
Was I?
He made it so hard to think.
“Please, Daddy.” Yes, that was good too.
“Please what, sweetheart?” He was saying such nice things, but somehow he looked so wicked. “Please kiss you more? Please cuddle you? What does my sweet slut need?”
Daddy was so…
“Claim me, Daddy? Knot me?” Somehow my hands had found his arms and I could feel myself clinging to him. Focusing was so hard, everything going in and out of focus. “Please, Daddy.”
“Such a polite slut.” The way he said the words was soft and romantic, and they made me feel hot and heavy. “Alright, if my sweet slut wants to be knotted, that’s what we’ll do.”