Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I’m tickled as fuck to be the first man to taste her.
Arms wrapped firmly around her thighs, I rest between her legs and settle in for a thorough exploration of Holly’s cunt. She’s even more beautiful up close, and gloriously responsive. Everything I do excites her, revives her, leaves her wanting more. She cries like a kitten as my tongue swirls over her clit in a steady rhythm.
She’s fucking delicious. I suckle her tight little bud, relishing the taste and scent of her pleasure. Then and there, I silently declare Holly’s pussy an altar I would gladly kneel before until the end of my days.
“Whose pussy is this?” I rasp against her.
She pants. “It’s your pussy, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I guide her knees back so I can push my tongue in deep, burrowing inside her as far as my nose and jaw will allow.
Her hands tighten in my hair, pulling firmly as her breath shortens and her legs begin to twitch. I turn my focus back to her clit, and I don’t stop. Can’t stop. Won’t ever stop until I’ve mastered the art of pleasing her.
Holly moans and writhes with the force of her orgasm, her clit pulsing beneath my tongue. I hump the mattress to grant my aching cock some semblance of relief. Desperate to get inside her, to feel her clench around me.
I kiss her pussy lips one last time, then lift my head to look at her face. Somehow she’s even more beautiful now that she’s come undone. Eyelids at half mast with her mouth teased open.
Nothing to fear, nowhere to hide.
I crawl up the bed so I can claim her mouth the same way I claimed her pussy—completely and without mercy. As our tongues dance, my cock throbs in my too-tight pants. The dark forces inside me want to pin her hands to the bed and tear through her innocence. But doing anything that could shatter the childlike awe on Holly’s face is out of the fucking question. She’s too sweet to be taken that way, and I’d venture to guess, too inexperienced.
“Are you a virgin, baby?” Asking a girl with her background that question is like stepping onto a minefield, but I’ve gotta know.
“Kind of.” She smiles shyly. “I’ve had...fingers inside me.”
“No cocks?”
She shakes her head. I can tell by the way she bites her lip that she’s getting anxious.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I ask. “You can tell me anything.”
Holly takes a deep breath. She’s in full-on little-girl mode now, shy and unsure and dying to please.
“I want to taste you, too,” she says. “But I’ve never done it before, and I’m scared I’ll be bad at it.”
I kiss her gently. She sighs like a sleepy kitten.
“No need to be scared, baby girl. Daddy’ll talk you through it.”
Rising onto my knees, I reach for the button on my fly. Holly’s gaze zeroes in on the bulge behind my zipper.
I won’t lie. A very prominent part of me wants to flip her onto her stomach and rut into her like a beast. But you don’t just take a girl like Holly, not at first. From the little I know of her, I can already tell that she’s used to being led around by stronger personalities. The trick is to dangle the carrot in front of her, just out of reach, until she’s forced to leap for it.
I unzip my fly and slide my pants and boxers down. My cock springs out. I bite back a chuckle at Holly’s look of surprise.
“Can I...” She reaches her hand out, then takes it back.
“Go on, little girl. It ain’t gonna bite you.”
She sits up straight and grasps my shaft. My cock throbs in her palm. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help getting off on how inexperienced she is. Like I’m her master, and she’s my apprentice, naïve to the ways of women and men. That’s not to say I wouldn’t adore her if she wasn’t a virgin, but as things stand, she’s a total novice, and I fucking love it.
“Tighten your grip just a little, baby.” I thrust into her fist. She sucks in a breath as a low growl rumbles up from deep inside me like an earthquake. “Tighter.”
She angles her fist so that my dick is pointing straight toward her mouth. She wets her lips. I can tell she wants to taste me, and as hard as it is to stop thrusting, I hold my hips steady for her.
Holly grips my shaft and leans forward to lick the tip. I suck air through my teeth. She swirls her tongue over the head a few times, then opens her mouth to welcome me. Her jaw struggles to adjust as she envelopes the head. My awareness narrows until all I know is the warmth and wetness of my little girl’s mouth.