Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“What?”
“Come on, baby; let Daddy have a taste of your cunt. You know I need it.” He steps back but keeps a hand on my hip so that I’m pinned to the wall. “You’ll be good for Daddy and let me have it. Then I’ll take you shopping.” Hollis’s fingers go to the button on my pants. He flicks it open and slips his hand right into my panties, cupping my sex. I’m soaked.
“It’s not right,” I whisper, but his eyes show hunger, and I know he’ll get what he wants.
“Whatever I say is right.” His finger slides through the folds of my dripping sex. There’s no hiding what he’s doing to my body. “Now be a good girl and take the offer, or I’ll just do it anyway.”
“Yes.” My hips buck when his finger presses firmly against my clit. He doesn’t move, but it throbs under his touch. The ache is almost unbearable.
“You’re so good to me, love.” He presses his mouth to mine in a soft, sweet kiss before he yanks my pants down, taking my panties with them.
As soon as I step out of them, he tosses them away, and I stand before him bare in a way I never have been for anyone else. Not in person, at least. He’s seen it in pictures, but now he has a front-row seat.
He parts the folds of my sex, holding them open for him to stare at. “What are you doing?” I say shyly, wondering what’s happening. My hand goes to cover myself, but he bats it away. The low growl that comes from him makes my nipples tighten.
“I’m inspecting my good little girl to make sure she’s been exactly that.”
“Oh my god.” I drop my head back.
His words are killing me in the dirtiest and sweetest way. This man knows all my filthy thoughts, and he’s playing to each and every one of them.
Chapter Five
HOLLIS
When I was a teen, curiosity got the best of me. It’s challenging to dig into the Internet the way I did, going places you shouldn’t and not coming across porn. I’d seen naked women. Hell, I’d seen naked men too. Neither did anything for me. This further solidified my belief that sex wasn’t for me. I felt nothing, and that curiosity had only been surface deep. I saw a few things and went on and never wanted a deeper look.
That isn't the case with Lucy. I want to see and inspect every inch of her. I want to know her body inside and out. Her mind and heart, too. When I created the cloned site, I discovered a wealth of information about her fantasies online. Even the books she downloaded and the parts she highlighted. She gave me pieces of her, one by one. All the while, I found I was discovering something about myself. With each stroke of her finger to the keyboard, she fueled those desires.
I honestly don’t know if it’s her fantasy that I share or that my real desire is making her body come to life. When I say something or touch her in a way that has her melting with need, that’s what gets me hard. It’s all her. I want to play into her fantasy because she’s mine. I want to fulfill all her needs and be the only person to ever do so.
After I move one of her legs over my shoulder to open her up, I lean in. My mouth brushes against her pussy as I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs with her sweet scent. I already know I’ll never get enough of it, of her. She has consumed my every thought since the second I knew she existed.
“Please,” Lucy begs. She looks down at me through hooded eyes, and I cover her pussy with my mouth.
I let out a groan at the first taste of her. Holy fuck, it's pure heaven between her thighs. I don’t know how I’ll even keep my mouth off her. She’s ruined me in the best of ways.
I explore her cunt with my tongue and take in every moan she makes—the shift of her hips—learning what her body craves. I slide down farther to slip my tongue into her virgin hole that will only ever know me. The taste of my dirty girl is like a drug, and I thrust my tongue in and out of her, fucking her with it.
“Hollis.” Her fingers sink into my hair while her juices cover my face.
While I’m eating her, my cock leaks inside my boxer briefs, desperate to join in. But I’m too focused on how much I’ve turned her on and how worked up she is.
My tongue circles her clit, and it’s hard, begging for attention. “I’ve got you, love. I’ll always take care of you.”
Lucy lets out little cries, alternating between pushing her pussy against my face and trying to get away. The whole time, I keep her pinned in place. She's going to learn there’s no escaping me, but we both know that she doesn’t truly want to.