Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Mmm, you look delicious like this,” I say, indicting the thin white stick protruding from her sensitive spot. “Absolutely ravishing.”
She pants heavily, opening her eyes to look at me.
“But aren’t you going to do more?”
I grin.
“Of course I am. You’re going to eat this lollipop the old-fashioned way, didn’t I mention?”
With that, I begin tunneling the lollipop in and out of her sweet reserves. It’s a filthy sight, to say the least. Her kitty absorbs it, the lips opening and closing again and again as that circular red disk disappears and reappears from her body. Katie meanwhile moans and gushes, loving the penetration.
“Oooh, that feels good,” she mewls. “SO GOOD!”
“I know sweetheart. Now, let yourself just feel. Let your kitty eat this lollipop like it wants to, and then let yourself burst with sensation and flavor.”
She moans again, tossing that blonde hair on the coverlet.
“I am, Daddy,” she whisper-pants. “Oooh, I’m almost there. Almost … almost … oh YES!”
With that, Katie explodes. Her breasts tremble and shake as her sweetness convulses on the lollipop inside. That clit grows even larger, shaking as a I watch, and hot juices gush over my palm. Meanwhile, my girl screams loudly as her legs extend jerkily, the toes pointed.
“Yes!” Katie cries. “Oh my god, YES!”
I watch with satisfaction as my girl catapults into the beyond, her eyes rolling back so that only the whites show as her body spastically trembles and shakes on the bed. Nectar pools in my hand, and I have the urge to lick my palm at this very moment.
But as Katie descends from her high, instead I pull the lollipop from her hole and look at it with satisfaction. Only a tiny nub of red candy is left, glistening and wet in the light.
“You did a good job, honey. You ate up this lollipop like a big girl.”
She smiles at me sweetly, still flushed and panting.
“But don’t you want to give me an even bigger lollipop, Mr. Carlton?” she coos. “I see one right now, in fact.”
It’s true because I’ve unzipped my trousers and now my enormous shaft points straight at her, dripping with seed.
“If you’re ready, then let’s do it,” I growl, my eyes alight with fierce need. “I need you bad, sweet girl.”
She merely giggles and parts her thighs again.
“Then use my holes, Mr. Carlton. I want you to.”
With that, the second part of our lollipop-eating lesson begins.
13
Katie
Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this is happening, but it really is. I’m alone with a handsome, domineering CEO, and he needs me just as much as I need him. It’s obvious from the male intention in his eyes, and the tense, harsh pose of his body. Xavier Carlton is going to claim, and I can’t wait to be his prize.
After all, the men I’ve been with in the past can’t even really be called “men.” They’re boys, or even the word “children” would be apt because they were so immature at times. I realize how ironic it is to refer to my past lovers as “children” given that I’m in the midst of pretending to be a little girl, but it’s true. They were immature idiots, full stop.
Take Johnny for example. He still lived with his mom, despite having both a college degree and a Ph.D. in clinical psychology. He was supposed to be in the process of opening up his own practice as a therapist, but instead, he was moonlighting as an Uber driver while sponging off his mom. There’s nothing wrong with being an Uber driver, but what about his degree? What about his career? Why did he spend so much time and money getting a Ph.D. for crying out loud, when he was merely going to be a professional driver?
And don’t even get me started on Thad. The guy was handsome, I’ll give you that, but he was like a big, handsome ox with a thick skull and a bovine look on his face. Sometimes, I had to help him sort his recycling because he’d get confused by the different bins. You’d think paper versus plastic was easy, but it isn’t when you have the IQ of a child.
As a result, being with Xavier is a totally new experience. And the billionaire’s right. Although technically, this isn’t my first time, it certainly feels like it to some extent. The man I’m with now is gorgeous, commanding and absolutely masterful in bed. I can’t wait for him to put his lollipop in me, and to enjoy that tasty candy for the first time.
Xavier’s blue eyes gleam as he looms over me.
“Ready?” he growls. “I’m big, Katie, so it might hurt at first.”
I giggle.
“I think I’ll be fine,” I say. “I swear –”
But then all the breath goes out of my lungs because Xavier’s done it. In one fell swoop, I’ve been skewered on that enormous stick and he IS big. He’s huge in fact, and my little kitty struggles to adapt.