Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
He starts moving around. Belly, neck, forehead, lower lip, nipple, inside of my thigh—all over. Sometimes it's just the soft pressure of his lips or a playful swipe of his tongue, sometimes he captures me with his teeth and leaves a little bite or a tug. When he was eating me out, it was the consistent pressure and repetition that built me up until I finally exploded. This time, it's the unpredictability that drives me crazy, not knowing what's coming next, whether it'll be delightful pleasure or a sharp sting. It drives me wild.
And then there's a pause. What's he doing?
“You're being such a good girl for me.” He traces something along the outside of my thigh. A finger? His palm? His cock? I just know that it's soft and warm and that he's touching me. “So fucking beautiful.”
I'm putty for him. I've never felt anything this intense. It's both freeing and frustrating that without being able to see anything, I can't do much more than just lie here and receive whatever he chooses to give me. And I'm so eagerly waiting for what's coming next.
“Tell me if this gets too tight. This is for you at least as much as it is for me. Okay?”
I have no idea what he's planning, but I nod anyway. I trust him. “Okay.”
“Say 'Yes, Daddy.' “ he whispers in my ear. There's amusement in his voice, but authority too. I should've realized Phoenix would be the kinky one.
“Yes, Daddy,” I voice breathlessly.
“Good girl.” And then something closes around my nipple. Cool, like metal, and as I sense him doing something, it tightens.
I'm not so innocent that I don't realize what it is, but no one's ever actually put nipple clamps on me before. Do I like it? As it squeezes harder and harder, tingles of pain mix with a different sort of burn, creating a strange sensation that has me totally on edge. “O—okay,” I say, when the pinch gets a bit much.
He releases it just a little before he leaves it. “Good girl. Keep telling me if something's too much, or needs to change. I'm never so gone that I'm not listening to you, but you should see how fucking hard you got me. The tip of my cock is literally weeping because I wanna get in you so bad. How fucking sexy you look, all helpless under me, with every little bit of you open to me.” Something hard and fleshy presses against my clit, making me shiver, and this time I'm sure it's his cock. God.
“Please,” I moan.
“Please what?”
God. “Please, Daddy.”
He chuckles. “That's good, but you gotta tell me what you want Daddy to do to you. Otherwise, how the fuck will I know?” I'm going to kill him afterwards, because he knows exactly what I want.
“Please, fuck me, Daddy.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, like he knew it was coming and it still got to him. “You fucking asked for it.”
His thickness slides into me easily, smoothly. He's got me so ridiculously wet that there's hardly any resistance. Doesn't mean it's not a stretch, just that I'm really, really slick for him. Oh, but I'm not… “Phoenix, I'm not—”
“I'm looking out for you, babe. You're safe. Promise.”
It must be the thinnest of thin, because I could swear that he's in me bare, but I trust him. I've chosen to trust him, and it has to be all or nothing, otherwise it's not real.
He runs his fingers down my side, raising a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Promise.”
I relax into him, and he presses himself deeper into me. And once he's all inside, he takes both my wrists and pins them to the bed as he hovers over me. My heart's thundering and I let out a heavy breath. “Do it.”
“Do it… what?” His voice is right in front of me.
“Do it, Daddy,” I breathe.
His full lips press into mine as he starts to move, kissing me senseless while he fills me with so much cock. We moan into each other as he fucks me, faster and faster. All the little things he's done, the teasing, the touching, the tugging on my nipple from the clamp as he rocks me back and forth, the last cool drops of water sliding from my belly, combined with his huge length sliding in and out of me, have me arching my pack and pressing against him as my breathing comes faster and faster.
I want to dig my fingers into his hair, but he's got me pinned, fucking me just the way he wants to. Doesn't mean he isn't bringing me right up to the edge, though. And from his deep, throaty moans, he's not far off either. I squeeze around him with all my strength, because it's the only thing I'm free to do, and I'm rewarded with a hissed “Fuck!”