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 whimper as he begins to push inside.
“Shh,” he coos. “Don’t want to wake the baby, now. Pretend you’re touching yourself and I’m lying beside you, pretending to sleep, rubbing my cock and imagining it’s your hand instead of mine.”
“You were rubbing your cock next to me?” I ask. His low chuckle is both a tease and a sharp spike of pleasure that spears through my body.
Knowing he was listening, knowing I aroused him to the point that he needed to touch himself...
I bite down on the bedspread. At least my groans are muffled as each inch by slow, agonizing inch, of his cock pushes inside me. My muscles stretch around him. It aches like hell, yet at the same time, it feels completely and utterly right.
“You okay, baby?” He sounds pained, like my pussy is somehow hurting him.
I nod, the comforter still trapped between my teeth.
Cal grips my hips as he pulls back, then edges forward. I breathe through the fading discomfort. Beneath the pain, I can feel the echoes of a deep, throbbing pleasure. A few more slow thrusts and I find myself rocking back toward him in anticipation of him filling me up.
“Fuck, baby girl.” He obviously senses my newfound enthusiasm, because he starts to move faster. His pace is still cautious, but there’s a smoothness to it, like dancing to a familiar song. My hand finds its way to my clit, and as soon as I start rubbing, I completely forget the pain of the past few minutes.
“There she is,” Cal rasps as I rock back. “There’s that hungry pussy I can’t get enough of.”
He pulls out, and I feel the brief prickle of loss, as if a bully has just snatched away my new favorite toy.
“On your back, sweetheart,” he growls. “Daddy wants to watch you play with your clit while he fucks you.”
I flip onto my back, biting my lip in anticipation as Cal looms over me, fat cock in hand. I notice a slight pink tint to the gloss on his shaft. He catches me staring at it.
“Think of it as cherry juice,” he says, making me blush. His smile is the definition of demonic.
He kisses me. Hard. Biting my lips and battling my tongue into submission. He guides my hand to my clit, which I resume rubbing, then slides his cock inside me all the way to the hilt.
The veins in his arms bulge as he grips my thighs. This time it barely hurts, and I recover much quicker. Witnessing the barefaced desire in his gaze as he watches me touch myself might have something to do with that. As much as I enjoyed taking Cal’s cock from behind, I have to admit not having to hold myself up makes it easier to focus on my body’s internal cues. I can already feel my pleasure escalating, like a bad situation. Like danger.
Cal gives me his finger to suck on as he fucks me. His gaze narrows.
“I can feel how fucking close you are,” he says. “Come all over Daddy’s cock, baby girl. We’ll come together.”
My body takes his words as a challenge. With Cal’s cock working in and out of me, it feels like my clit is being rubbed from both inside and out.
I’m on the razor’s edge when he drives into me. His cock swells. My inner muscles tense and release. I tighten my lips around his finger to stop myself from crying out.
My pussy milks him as I come, hungry for every drop of pleasure his body has to offer.
Cal exhales through his teeth as his grip tightens on my thighs. His cock throbs. I watch his stomach muscles go taut as he comes inside me.
“Fuck...” He slides out of me and collapses on the bed at my side. At first, I think he’s asleep, until he asks, “You all right, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?”
I turn onto my side to look at him. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
I can tell he doesn’t like that answer, but there was no way his cock was going to fit inside me without some amount of straining. He kisses my lips, my cheek, my brow, then brushes the sweat-damp hair from my face. He’s wearing a look that I can’t quite decipher.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
He scrubs at the stubble on his face. “I lost myself for a moment back there.”
“I didn’t mind,” I tell him. “I thought it was really hot. Like, most of the time you play as Nice Daddy, and other times you put on your Demon Daddy mask.”
“That’s one way of looking at it.” Cal’s mouth twitches. He strokes my cheek. “But I’d never forgive myself if I ever let Demon Daddy have his way with you.”
The skin on my arms prickles with goosebumps.
“What does Demon Daddy want to do to me?”