Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
I scream as the swirling waves in my core collect and tighten.
His hands run over me, squeezing my breast so hard his fingernails cut into my skin. His lips graze the fine patch of hair above my pussy.
I’m drowning in him. This man is everywhere. His beard scratches a path up to my neck, his lips leaving a delicate trail in their wake. My hips churn higher on instinct, rocking on him, welcoming him. I'm consumed with the urge to be stretched and hurt.
His mouth consumes me again. Licking, sucking, pinching over and over. And God, I want more.
He’s relentless, and I close my eyes to let the sensations own me.
As my orgasm explodes, I hear Jack’s voice, sounding far away and yet inside me at the same time.
“I swear, babygirl, I’ll take all your pain away—even if I’ve been the one to give it to you.”
I'm in a daze. The stories I’ve told only to my diary come back in bursts. Could he be the man I’ve wished for?
Could he be Daddy?
I’ve already had to fight the urge to let the honorific seep from my lips. He’s pulling the deepest parts of me to the surface, and I want to make it real, but I have no idea what this is for him. I fight to keep my secret from slipping out, to keep from exposing the darkest parts of me to him, all the while inside my head my fantasies are playing in roaring, vivid technicolor.
He stands and yanks me off the sofa. I squeal in surprise when his next move guides me down to the floor in front of him.
My breasts are hanging free, my dress is tucked and twisted every which way. I'm a mess of tangled hair and smeared make-up. And Jack?
He looks like he owns me. I feel like a possession.
It’s like the first hit of a drug and I know I’ll need more.
“I've been waiting for you,” he grunts, like it hurts to speak.
His growl pushes me close to another orgasm as I stare at the huge erection under his zipper.
He reaches down and grabs the length behind the fabric. “Do you want this in your pretty little mouth?”
I'm hooked. I want to be here. I want to be kneeling at his feet, inhaling the potent scent of his cock. Rendered wordless by the intense taste coating my tongue, yet I can merely nod.
“Then you do as I say. You follow my rules and I’ll give you everything you need. Everything you want.”
My dirtiest fantasies always made me think therapy was in order. I wonder if I ever let him know the things that turn me on the most, if he will think I’m sick.
Twisted.
I feel small and powerless at his feet—and at the same time, I feel like the most desirable being on Earth.
Grabbing the back of my head, he pulls my face into the crotch of his pants.
He drags his fabric-covered cock over my cheeks, my lips. I’m gasping for air, clutching his knees for balance as he rubs himself on me, claiming me in some primal way.
And just as quickly as the territorial ruthlessness began, it ends. I’m on my feet again, he’s crushing my body in the circle of his arms. He’s kissing my mouth like a hungry beast who’s just tasted his personal forbidden fruit.
“You’re mine now.” His deep voice vibrates into my marrow.
The fierceness returns. I’m high on his vacillating echelons of intensity. A large hand shoves between my legs as the other one winds around my shoulders. My face barely reaches the thick muscles of his chest.
“So wet. My cock is going to make a home here.”
The tip of a finger enters me, sending waves of pleasure from my head to my feet.
“You want that, don’t you, princess? This sweet little-girl pussy to be my home…”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Oh shit. I just said that outloud…
He stiffens and pulls my head back by my hair, his blue eyes look like a sky with a storm brewing on the horizon. “Say that again.”
There’s a fiery pain in my neck and scalp as I answer, “Yes, Daddy. I want to give your cock a home and never let it leave.”
I watch his beard shift as he tightens his lips together for a long moment.
“You want to be my little girl? You want Daddy to teach you how to please him?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Do you promise you’ll never tell? If you tell, they’ll come and take you away from me.” His rough voice sends a riot of pleasure exploding between my legs.
“I won’t tell.” Blood rushes in my ears and a climax twists tight inside of me.
The filthy exchange could have been plucked directly from my diary and I love and hate that it turns me on so much.
The slick, wet fingertips glide backward, forward, then back again. Only further this time, spreading my ass as I squirm, but it’s no use.