Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28144 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Daddy slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, his palms spanning across my entire lower back. His fingers pressed into my flesh, pulling me closer, but it still wasn't enough. I needed to feel his skin on mine. I pulled on his collar, trying to remove his shirt, but I wouldn't break our kiss to do so.
He took over, gently pushing me back for a moment. He worked quickly, removing both of our shirts in two tugs. I stood up and pounced on him again. A shiver shot down my spine when his chest hair brushed across my nipples. Wanting more of the sensation, I grinded against him until his moans filled my mouth and I swallowed them down.
Weldon's hands slid down my back, tucking inside the waistband of my sweatpants. With one push, they hit the floor, and then he gripped the tabs of my diaper. It felt out of place, but only for a moment, until I remembered he loved every part of who I was.
When he ripped the tabs and the cotton dropped as well, my hands went into a frenzy, grabbing at the fly of his jeans as he rose to his feet. I popped the button and lowered the zipper before yanking at the denim. His jeans fell, along with his boxers, exposing his long, hard cock. Just like my first glimpse, this one made my mouth water.
My palms itched to touch. I reached out, but stopped to ask, “Can I-”
“Yes,” he replied huskily. Weldon didn't need to know what I was asking; he wanted it.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his dick and squeezed as he let out a guttural moan. It felt as if his silky smooth flesh covered a steel rod. I'd never touched another man, but I knew what felt good when I touched myself, so I moved my hand the same way.
I slid my palm up his shaft, drawing out a drop of clear liquid. I covered it with my thumb and traced circles over his sensitive tip. I pulled my gaze from the incredible sight to look up at his face to judge whether I was doing okay. The heat in his eyes took my breath away.
“Don't stop,” he urged, and I nodded, unable to speak. I continued rubbing circles over his tip and wrapped my other hand around his shaft. I pumped him quickly, greedy for his lusty moans.
I gasped when Weldon’s palm gripped my dick. He squeezed and stroked my shaft, and I'd never felt anything so incredible. My own hand could never compare to Daddy's touch.
He pumped harder and faster. Bliss crept over my body and clouded my mind. As much as I didn't want to let go of Daddy; how badly I wanted to keep going as he asked, the pleasure he gave me was too great, and I had to grip the counter to keep my knees from buckling.
I tried to apologize or explain, but I couldn't even catch my breath. Still, Daddy didn't miss a beat. He stepped closer and pressed the underside of our shafts together. He clasped his hand around us both, and stroked us together. Somehow, it became even better.
He rubbed against me and all around me. My eyes ached to close with pleasure, but I forced them open to watch our heads peeking out of his fist and drooling over his fingers. The gorgeous sight, the sound of our slapping skin, moans filling the room, and the feel of his touch was all too good to last.
My knuckles turned white as I clutched the counter. A cry of, “Daddy,” left my lips as a brain-scrambling orgasm tore through my body. My balls pulled so tightly, they felt as if they were turning inside out as I came, spraying white cords over his forearms.
Weldon let go of my cock but held eye contact with me as he lifted his wrist to his mouth. His tongue appeared between his lips, and he licked my cum from his skin. My jaw dropped from shock and lust, and I wondered for a moment if I was going to pass out. But I didn't want to miss what happened next.
Daddy lifted my hand and unclenched my fist before wrapping it around his shaft. He placed his hand on top of mine and stroked. I was grateful; I wanted to touch him more than anything, but I was too blissed out to do it by myself.
His arm muscles flexed with his quick movements. His chest rose and fell in short breaths. And his eyes never left mine. They poured love and longing into me as he grunted out my name.
Warm, white raindrops fell over my stomach and groin. Before I could catch my breath, both of Weldon's hands were splayed across my pelvis, massaging his cum into my skin. It felt incredible, but it took several moments for me to realize, He's marking me. I loved seeing his animalistic side come out, and anything that claimed me as his was great by me.