Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Yes.”
“Go ahead, say it. Call me Daddy, baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I say the words with a ripple of pleasure radiating through my body, and I want him to touch me. I need him to do anything to relieve the pent-up lust that’s been building for him ever since I saw him that first time…since he left me pining for him.
“Don’t move,” he tells me, moving behind me, Hendrix reaches around my waist to undo my jeans. He yanks them down to my knees, and I can see him kneeling behind me. I want to turn around to watch what he’s doing. I can only feel the dominating energy pulsing from him.
He moans as he rubs my bare ass cheek, and then I feel the heat of his mouth just before the sharp scrape of his teeth over my skin. It’s a tingling sensation that shoots up my back and travels back down to sit between my legs.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to taste this sweet pussy of yours, baby girl. But what I won’t tolerate is you lying to me or trying to manipulate me into doing what you want. You understand me?
“Yes, Daddy.” My heart is racing and my inner walls clench, tight and release, desperate for him to do something, anything to them since he’s so close.
“Good girl. Step out of these.” He pulls my jeans down to my ankles for me to step out of them, and before I can set my foot down, Hendrix moves between my thighs. The cold slickness of his tongue quickly heats up as he slides it just over my lacy thong.
When he moves my panties out of the way and slips his tongue inside of me, the noises coming from him make me wet. He’s salivating over me, tasting my desire for him and I want him in every way I’ve never had.
The whimpers he pulls out of me with every swipe of his tongue echo into the dryer. My body is anxious, waiting for more when Hendrix stops. He rises to his feet and takes my free hand, putting it on the erection I never saw him pull out.
“Stroke Daddy’s dick, baby girl.”
I move my hand over the soft skin covering his thick girth and want to know where this is going. How far is he taking this moment? Am I going to lose my virginity stuck in the dryer?
Hendrix pushes his fingers into my hair from the back of my neck. Wrapping the strands in his fist, he yanks me back, turning my face toward him where he plunges his tongue into my mouth, stealing a kiss that makes my toes curl and my pussy even wetter.
I cry out, his mouth muffling the sounds trying to escape me, as I feel his fingers grazing my slit while I stroke his erection. I barely feel the moment he reaches inside the dryer to free my bracelet from wherever it was snagged.
No sooner than my hand falls free, Hendrix spins me to face him, scooping me into his arms like he did the night before. Only this time, there’s a slim piece of lace separating us. I want to feel him bury himself deep inside of me.
He carries me into the bedroom behind us where he lays me down, hovering over me with a grin spreading across his lips. His mouth smells of my juices. He stands up, letting me take him in as he pulls his shirt off, revealing a six-pack of abs, a muscular hairy chest, and that V-taper of his waist down to his erection. It’s too heavy to point straight out, but the pulsing vein alongside it tells me he’s ready to do something about it.
“Get over here, baby girl.” He’s demanding and it’s a rush. I move to the edge of the bed on my knees where he takes my shirt between his fingertips, feeling the fabric. “You like this shirt?”
I shrug, “It’s just a shirt.”
“Hold still,” he says as he grabs it from the collar and tears it like a piece of paper. “Pull those titties out for Daddy.”
Again, I do what he tells me, taking my bra off and holding my breasts in my hands.
“Rub them, baby girl.”
“Like this, Daddy?” I ask him, grabbing and massaging my breasts as he begins to stroke his erection.
“Yeah,” he moans. “Just like that. Squeeze those nipples for me too.”
I do as he says and he strokes himself faster—faster and faster until he spills his climax onto my chest. The milky white liquid drips between my cleavage where I rub my finger in it, swirling it before tasting it off my finger.
I’m waiting for whatever’s about to come next, and I can only hope it’s me.
5
HENDRIX
Watching Havana play with my come gets me hard all over again, but I’m certain about where I want her first time with me to be. Still, I couldn't let this opportunity pass without me tasting her. A tease of what’s to come.