Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Her fingers fumble and shake on my zipper, dragging the length of my wood from my pants as I reach down and haul my balls out and hang them over the base of my open zipper.
“I—I—” Her eyes are full of questions as I tuck her hair behind her ears, grip the sides of her head and nod. Looking for a second into the mirror, I lick my lips at the image. Carina, on her knees in front of me. Her pretty little heels indenting into her soft bottom, my face twisted with darkness and lust as her fingers ease around my shaft.
“Get it in your mouth, little girl. Papa’s waited a long time for this, but my patience isn’t infinite. Get to sucking and don’t expect me to be gentle.”
“Like this?” Her eyes toy with me as she wraps her fingers around the veiny shaft, my heart nearly pounding through my chest.
“Get it in your fucking mouth,” I demand, as I jut my hips forward while tugging her face onto my length.
The warmth of her mouth hits me like a thousand bullets into my heart. I knew, in an offhand way of course, that getting sucked off probably felt great, but my PTSD from my father’s stories never allowed me to give it a fucking go.
But now?
My little angel kneeling in front of me is going to need the best pair of knee pads sold on this planet because she’s going to be spending a fuck ton of time down there.
“God damn, I love you, baby. Remember that, because you’re going to be getting a throat full of Papa’s cock. And it’s your job to take it.”
I watch in awe as she tries to nod, but I’m hell-bent on getting every inch of my monster down her tight baby throat. Deeper, deeper as she gurgles and works the base with her hands, big approval-seeking eyes on me and I’m re-fucking-born.
I’m resurrected from the dead as I hold her head and groan. When she pulls back, my dick leaves her mouth with a sloppy, popping sound. She gasps, her face red as my Santa suit.
“It’s so big—” She bows her head and I thread my fingers into her hair, yanking her head back so her eyes are on mine. “Bigger up close.”
“Yes, baby. Every inch is for you to take care of.” I loosen one hand from her hair and fist the base over her hands, drawing my cock to the side, smacking it on her cheek, then the other as her eyes flutter closed with each cock slap. “Kiss the tip.”
Her plump lips pucker right up as I guide the swollen, dripping head to them and ease her face into position by the hair, her hands loosening and falling to press flat on the fronts of my thighs, seeking balance.
“That’s a good girl. You look so fucking perfect like this. Kissing your grandpa’s dick on your knees, bet you are making a sloppy mess between your legs too.” She nods like the good angel she is, the desire to make me happy and get my approval clear in her eyes. “You’ll worship it. Just like I’ll worship your pussy. You’re a fucking miracle. Papa’s private little treasure to use as he wishes.”
The muscles in my stomach clench. She’s so fucking beautiful; why she wants an old grumpy fuck like me, I don’t know. But with every brush of her lips on my dick, I vow to take care of her forever.
I’ll provide for her as I always have, but with more care and attention to her every fucking whim and want. She’s mine to do as I please, but with that, I will make sure she needs nothing. That she knows I am her everything and her needs will always come before mine.
Well, except maybe right now.
“Papa needs his dick sucked, baby. Get to it.”
She winds her hands around the shaft again, guiding it to her mouth. Before I stuff it inside, she looks at me with those eyes of the little girl I’ve known for so long, resting the length on her face, her hands holding it at the base with fingers high like she’s praying to my cock.
The head rests on her forehead, the shaft down the slope of her nose, her warm breath tickling my balls as she lingers there, in a gesture of reverence to my manhood that fucking wrecks me.
“I’m worshiping your cock, Papa. Just like you said I would. It’s beautiful, I think I’m in love.” Her eyes flicker upward, nose crinkled.
“Fucking brat. Get on that fucking cock and suck like your life depends on it. I want spit and gagging and fucking effort, baby. Show me how much you love me with your mouth.”
She opens her lips and I feed her every inch, down, down, down.