Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
When Edison’s sex springs free of his pants, I can barely believe my eyes. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Tall and proud and girthy.
“Oh, Daddy…” I whine, licking along the thick vein that runs all the way to the tip. “Oh, my goodness. It’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” he grits out, momentarily breaking character. I can’t see his face, but I can sense him refocusing on the magic we’re weaving. “Now get it down your pretty little throat, before I stuff it down.”
I almost climax in the wake of that harshly delivered order. Almost. I’m left right on the razor’s edge as I dive forward, covering the bulbous head with my mouth and trying to fit as much of his ample, throbbing flesh as possible. Immediately, I choke, tears pressing to the backs of my eyes. But I don’t give up. I force myself to breathe through my nose and slacken my throat muscles, managing to bring Edison’s shaft deeper than before. Then deeper, deeper, until he brushes the back of my throat.
“No. No…you can’t be…” he pants. “You can’t really be sucking the full length of it.”
I force myself to allow another inch, before releasing him with noisy pop, laboring to catch my breath. “Well?” I pout up at him. “Are you going to keep me, Daddy?”
Lust twists into pain in his face and he tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling me close to his engorged shaft, strokes it twice, then ejaculates all over my face. “Son of a bitch! Look what you made me do,” he grinds out. The white substance continues to leave him in beautiful spurts and I stick out my tongue to catch some droplets, eager to know his taste, which seems to increase his pleasure tenfold, his fist stroking in a blur, features contorted in sweet agony. “Oh, angel. Lick it up. Lick up that fresh milk like it’s your supper. Good girl.”
I do as he commands me, eagerly, loving the taste of his pleasure, pride rippling through me over being the one to bring it forth.
As soon as he’s finished climaxing on my face and tongue, he yanks me back up into his lap, his breathing shallow as he uses a handkerchief to wipe off my face. He doesn’t look the same as before. There’s a new light in his eyes and it sends a shivering thrill down my spine. He was obsessed with me before, but our game has turned him into a man possessed. “I’m never letting you out of my fucking sight, do you understand me?” He shakes me by the shoulders. “If word got out what you’re capable of…”
“What do you mean?”
He struggles to focus. In fact, he seems to be watching the driver suspiciously, as well as every passing vehicle or pedestrian. Is he worried they’re going to steal me? Surely not. “You are a saint. A sweet, beautiful, selfless angel.” He wraps me in his arms and holds me close, speaking into my hair. “But when it’s time to fuck, you become a little spank bank fantasy and that combination…it’s something every man dreams of. And never finds. But I’m the only one who is ever going to experience you. Is that clear, my Blessing? I will hire an army to guard what I’ve found. My wife. My love.”
Chapter Nine
Edison
I’m moving through a dream—at least, that’s how it feels.
We are in the lobby of the opera house and everything appears to be moving in slow motion. I’m sweating, a goose’s egg stuck in my throat. Every man is looking at Blessing. Of course, they are. She is eighteen, fuck-mussed and braless. Her mouth is puffy from blowing me, her eye makeup smudged from the gallon of come I pumped onto her innocent-looking face. Was I insane to bring her out in public?
Do the men we pass think I don’t see them adjusting their cocks while they ogle my wife? They want to steal her from me. They can sense she’s a phenomenon. The paragon of goodness and virtue, until she gets a little tongue in her mouth and suddenly, she’s naughty in a way that would make me feel ashamed if she didn’t enjoy the way we played so much. Almost like it invigorates her, makes her feel alive.
I don’t deserve her.
I have done nothing to warrant the gift that is Blessing.
My angel who dotes on orphans at the cost of her own comfort.
My little girl who spreads her legs nice and wide for her man.
I’m in heat. Full-time lust.
Even now, as we approach an usher to bring us to my private box, I’m erect. I’m fucking dripping for another go at that cunt. And she’s back to being her guileless self, smiling breathlessly and marveling over the chandeliers, the finery surrounding her. I’m going to make sure she gets used to it. I’m going to motherfucking spoil her every chance I get. She will never know another moment of pain or panic from this day forward.