Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
I sniffled and nodded. I’d never been so torn. I was hurting, but I was also on fire with desire and need, and when he said things like that, I wanted to jump up and down on his cock, no matter how much pain it caused me.
“My Daddy,” I whimpered.
“All yours, baby.” He kissed my neck and rubbed my cock a little firmer, and a drawn-out shiver rolled through me. “My beautiful, sexy, amazing little goofball.”
“Yeah—that’s me.” I sniffled again and blinked hard to see clearer. “And you gotta want me all the time.”
He exhaled against my neck, and I felt the tip of his tongue swiping over a sensitive spot. “I already do.” His low voice rumbled from his chest, and I shifted over his cock and moaned. “Fuck,” he whispered. His large hands—he touched me so greedily that I felt how much he was restraining himself from fucking me like a savage. His kisses along my neck grew more passionate too, and he pinched and manipulated my skin. Rough kneading, soft, wet kisses, the scratch of his beard, shallow breaths. “My God, you’re perfect,” he exhaled. “Don’t forget to use the safeword if you want me to stop, okay?”
I shook my head and tilted my head back. “I won’t. And you’re not allowed to stop if I only say stop.”
“I won’t,” he echoed and kissed me. He started off slow, seducing me with sensual touches of his tongue against mine. “Daddy won’t be able to stop,” he whispered. “Now that I have you here—all tight and small and soft…all fucking mine.”
Oh God.
The desperation flooded me, quickly outweighing the pain, and maybe he couldn’t wait either. While we made out, I started rolling my hips over him, and he tightened his hold on my cock and urged me to move faster. He scratched his blunt fingernails over my nipples and pinched them one by one, swallowing my every gasp and moan. Until we couldn’t keep up with the kissing any longer.
I fell forward and gripped the duvet, and he pulled out of me, then pushed back in and set a steady pace of deep, heavy thrusts that filled the air with our breaths and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Whenever he pushed forward, I pushed back.
He gripped my hips tightly, yet I felt the traces of his touch on my cock. How he’d squeezed me at the base, twisted the tip, and swiped his thumb over the wet slit.
A while later, it felt like I was drowning in a pool of crazy stuff. More pain meant more pleasure, hurting resulted in my craving more, so I lost all my inhibitions and literally tried to hurt myself on his cock. I pushed back harder and moaned uncontrollably. That very second when he was balls deep, he sent two kinds of pain through me. One sharp sting that sucked the air out of my lungs—and one muted, wider, shiver-inducing ache that flared outward in ripples.
I completely lost my composure on his cock, and I didn’t even care about touching myself or wanting pressure on my own cock. I just chased that feeling in my ass, and it might very well get me off. It felt so fucking good.
His sounds rocked me too. His almost growl-like groans that came from deep within, his hissing noises, and his indulgent moans that seemed to release a lot of tension in him.
Needing his mouth on mine, I eased back and positioned myself on his lap, and he sat back on his heels. I managed to twist my body enough that I could lock one arm around his shoulders, and then we could finally make out again. All while he controlled my movements, my hips, and moved me up and down on his cock.
“I love your kisses, Daddy,” I moaned.
“Hang on—it can get better.” He gently pushed me off him, then dropped me onto the mattress and rolled me onto my back. I grinned and got the hint when he lifted my legs, so I pulled them up, my knees nearly touching my chest. “Wider apart.” He nudged his cock against my opening again, and I obeyed. “Good boy. Keep them there.”
I always wanted to be his good boy!
Holy fuck, this new angle. My eyes widened as he pushed in, and he reached so much deeper. Or maybe he didn’t, but the sensations were more. More intense, more overwhelming.
He moved over me, capturing my mouth in a wild kiss, and started fucking me into the mattress.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cried out. Say stop, see what he does, pretend to struggle against him. A rush of heat pressed to the surface of my skin, and I had to cut my moan short. “Stop,” I said weakly. Nope, not good enough. “It’s too much, Daddy. Please stop.”
He shook his head, grabbed my jaw, slammed his other hand against the headboard, and picked up the pace. “No. You’ve taunted me for too long.”