Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
In his fervor to undress me, he rips one of the straps off my dress, but I don’t care. I’m down to my bra and panties in seconds.
“Wait, wait,” I say, against his lips. “Your turn.”
He nips my bottom lip as he kicks off his shoes, then tugs his shirt off over his head. The sight of his abs rippling in the light from the kitchen does things to my lower belly. He tugs his pants down next, his underwear with them, and his cock springs free, fully erect.
“Oh, God…” I can’t help but stare; he’s huge. He grips himself in his fist, and I trail my gaze up along his forearm, the curve of his prominent bicep, along the sharp line of his jaw, to his eyes.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty pink cunt of yours,” he says, his voice low and gravely. His words leave no room for hesitation, and I feel my body clenching and tingling with the urge to comply.
“Go to the bedroom and take your clothes off,” he commands, and I am all too eager to do as he says.
I pad through the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom, aware of his presence like a shadow behind me. I take off my bra and let my breasts spill free, nipples hard in the cool night air. I shimmy out of my panties and let them puddle at my feet before turning to face him. His gaze is a warm hand roaming down my body. He wets his lips.
“Lay down on the bed and spread your legs.” His tone is gentle, yet firm, almost fatherly.
I lay down on his bed and spread my thighs for him. He moves closer.
“Wider,” he says. I comply. “Good girl. Now use your fingers to spread your pussy lips for me.”
His vulgar words make my insides tighten. I open my folds for him, gazing down over the slopes of my body to watch him climb onto the mattress, between my legs. His hot breath gusts over my inner thighs just before he presses a series of kisses down my pubic mound.
“Say ‘Thank you, Daddy,’ for what I’m about to do,” he growls.
Did he just…? My voice catches in my throat as I feel his tongue flick over my clit. I arch my back.
“Say it, Tatum.”
I swallow hard. I can’t remember the last time I called my own father Daddy, but I’m embarrassed to admit that, on Lucas, the word fits. Like a pair of vintage shoes that might as well have been made for you.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I say on the wings of a sigh.
He laps at me like a man dying of thirst who’s just found an oasis. I moan with pleasure, as his tongue moves in concentric circles over my clit. It feels so good, better than I ever imagined.
Tension builds inside me. He slides his tongue down between my folds, then dips inside me. I whimper as he fucks me with his tongue, my hips rocking involuntarily, like my body’s found something new to crave.
“I want to feel you come for me, baby girl,” he says, before returning his attention to my clit. I just nod, having lost the ability to form coherent sentences. He slides first one and then two fingers inside me, pumping gently and working his tongue against me, driving me closer and closer to the cliff.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Come on Daddy’s fingers. I want to feel this pussy throb.”
My body has no choice but to obey his command; I come fiercely, the muscled walls of my pussy gripping his fingers.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, withdrawing his fingers to suck them clean.
I lay there, panting, as he moves over me, leaning down to kiss me so I can taste myself on his lips. I’ve never tasted myself before, and the illicit thrill of sucking my own juices from Lucas’ tongue makes me bold. I reach between us and curl my hand around his shaft, directing it toward my opening.
The sound he makes when the head touches my folds sends a warm shiver through me. He bucks forward, then seems to catch himself.
“Goddamn…” He groans. “You ready for me to fuck you, baby?”
“Please,” I whisper.
Cupping my face with both hands, he gazes down at me with so much lust and admiration that I almost start to cry. “This might hurt for a moment, but it won’t always hurt. I’ll go as slow as I can.”
“Okay.” I grasp his shoulders tightly as he thrusts inside, and I’m stretched to the breaking point. I cry out and he covers my mouth with his, gently rocking so that his cock strokes in and out of me. It hurts a little—he’s a lot bigger than my favorite sex toy—but the ache subsides quickly in favor of a satisfying sense of fullness. He grunts, his pace quickening, and I moan, digging my nails into his back.