Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
I know. I can see.
He’s strung taut like a tightrope.
His muscles are pulled tight. As if lying in wait. Like a trap. One wrong move on my part and he’ll snap me up.
“Aren’t I?” I ask, twisting my wrists, testing the tightness of the belt.
“No.”
“But—”
“You are not going to suck my dick, Dora, because I’m going to fuck your throat.”
I clench my thighs together, my pussy spasming. “What’s… What’s the difference?”
He circles his eyes over my face, my parted lips, my heated cheeks. He studies his own handiwork: the braid that’s slung over my shoulder. He takes in my heaving chest, my fat nipples. He even studies the trembles that shake my belly. The shiny evidence of my arousal painting my inner thighs.
Then, coming back up to my face, “For someone who claims to know so much about men, you don’t know the important things, do you?”
“Maybe”—I lick my lips, twisting my wrists again—“you could teach me.”
He chuckles lowly, smoke wafting from his lips. “Oh, I’m going to teach you.” Then, “Because I’m sure your daddy didn’t take the time to do that, did he?”
I clench my thighs again. “No.”
“I bet your daddy never taught you,” he begins, pinching the cigarette between his fingers, leaning over a bit to tap the end on the ashtray sitting on the side table, “not to sneak into a man’s room in the middle of the night, did he?”
I swallow. “No.”
“And not just any man but the man who’s had his last nut”—with his free hand, he grabs his thick arousal over his sweatpants and squeezes—“in a fucking condom instead of your pretty pink pussy.”
“Y-you could come in my pussy anytime you like,” I whisper, clenching my core.
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” I say eagerly. “I told you I didn’t like the condom.”
I hated how it separated us from each other.
After being apart from him for ages, I didn’t want anything between us.
He cocks his head to the side. “Tell me your daddy at least taught you what happens when a man nuts inside a warm, cozy, fucking fertile pussy like yours.”
I fist my fingers, struggling against the grip of the belt again and lie, “I’m on the pill.”
He watches me through the smoke for a few beats. Then putting the stick away on the ashtray, he leans forward and in a flash, he’s got his fingers wrapped around the back of my neck. He’s pulling me toward him, making me lose my balance but catching me at the last second before I go crashing against him.
Then, flexing his grip on me, “I see he didn’t teach you then. That’s because he’s an asshole, your daddy. That’s lesson number one. Here’s your lesson number two: Don’t be a dick-thirsty whore and lie to your new daddy. Because he’s a bigger asshole than your first, yeah?”
“I—”
“Which is why I won’t just teach you with words,” he goes on. “We’ll use actions tonight. Examples so the lesson sinks in. And tonight’s lesson is: what happens when a reckless girl like you offers up her cock-sucking lips to a man like me. How that innocent little offer can turn into a vicious throat fucking where she leaves with a sore jaw and her tight tummy swollen with a big load of daddy cum, okay? I’ll teach you what happens when you walk into a room, all excited and eager, eyes full of hearts and rainbows, thinking that you’ll get to suck your first cock, but you leave it all wrecked and ruined and used like a perfect little cum dumpster.” His jaw tics. “My perfect little cum dumpster.”
I press my thighs so hard that I have to whimper. “I want to.”
“Is that so.”
“As long as I get to taste you, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”
I go to kiss him then.
Seal my words with a kiss, but he stops me. Then with features rippling with heavy, intense things, he growls, “Open your fucking mouth and stick your tongue out.”
I look at him for a few seconds, my breaths heavy and my heart racing.
Then I do as he says.
I open my mouth and stick my tongue out.
But he isn’t happy with that, so he commands, “Wider.”
I obey and open my mouth more.
Again, it doesn’t seem to satisfy him. “Fucking wider. You’re trying to fit my dick, not a fucking lollipop that they teach girls like you in the movies and romance novels. You know the kind of heat I’m packing. So open your fucking mouth until your jaw pops and stick your tongue out far enough so I can see the back of your throat. That’s going to fucking swell up like the shape of my cock. Is that clear?”
I think my nerves are malfunctioning. They’re firing off and buzzing at random times. They’re electrocuting me and making my pussy flutter haphazardly.