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)
In and out. In and out. Plowing over her tongue and into the tight tunnel of her throat while she wiggles on her knees, slapping at my hips.
“Told you I wouldn’t be gentle. Now, relax that throat, you’ve got three more inches waiting.”
She’s gagging but also sucking; and within a few seconds, her throat softens and she sucks me down like a fucking pro.
“God, I love you.” My eyes shut as my head falls back, holding the back of her head in my hand, the whole of my dick down my granddaughter’s soft throat. “Hold it there, you’ll breathe when I say. Show me how much you’ll suffer to make me happy, baby. Show me…”
Fuck, it’s better than I ever imagined. I’m greedier than I thought when it comes to getting my pleasure from her, but I’ll give it back to her tenfold.
“I love how hard you try for me. Such a good girl, holding my dick down like that. I’ve never seen you look more beautiful.”
I’m not going to last. I release her for a gasping breath around my shaft, then she gets going on it all on her own. Gurgling and sucking and breathing, her fingers jerking off the slick shaft, finding her pace, saliva dripping from her chin.
I hump her face like the dirty old man that I am as she squeezes her lips around me, sucking harder as I drag her mouth back and forth, pummeling that young throat of hers until my balls slap on her chin, her eyes begging for relief.
“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you, baby? You’re giving me all of you right now, and you’ll do it again and again whenever Papa’s needy, won’t you?”
I give her my big cock harder and faster until a tingle starts in my core. “Your prize is coming, baby. You did such a good job, you’re going to get your reward now. No spitting.”
Pressure rises in my balls, the unbearable weight of my cum heaving upward as her hot wet mouth works feverishly up and down, up and down.
“I’m going to destroy you with my cock every fucking day. You’ll beg for it too, won’t you? Like a good girl. My fucking good girl. Here it comes, baby. Papa’s going to come.”
The tension builds until the intensity is unbearable, her chortle and sounds of wet effort spur my orgasm forward as I grit my teeth and my dick explodes.
My testicles fucking knot up and I nearly black out. Her little hands beat off the few inches she retains as she swallows, swallows as I nut and spurt down her throat.
“You’re trying so hard, baby. Keep swallowing, there’s more.” Another spurt as her eyes look like they’re coming out of their sockets, but her throat massages the engorged tip and something inside me shifts.
I release her hair, stroking her now instead of tugging as she swallows the last of my orgasm. I watch her perfect mouth stretched around me, knowing I’ll never let my baby go.
There’s more shuffling outside the door of the dressing room as I let my dick fall from her stretched lips. Her face is a sloppy mess of spit and cream as sweat trickles down my back and I pull her from her knees, holding her to my chest and kissing her head, wiping her mouth with my hand.
“That was perfect, baby. Such a sweet girl you are for me. I love you, you know that, right?”
She nods against my chest as I ease her onto the little chair in the dressing room, then work my cock back into my pants. I stare at her slumping form, with her eyes glazed, cheeks pink and lips swollen.
“You were mine before. But, after that,” I shake my head, inhaling through my fingers as I press my hand to my mouth. “I’ll kill anyone that tries to take you away. Anyone.”
CHAPTER 12
Gennero
“Take one more bite.” I hold the fork to her lips, her eyes softer than when we started, but still there’s trepidation.
One step at a time.
“Then, I’m done?” She locks her jaw, hands in her lap where I told her to keep them as she sits at the long rustic table in the large commercial kitchen off the ballroom where the party took place yesterday.
It’s already been cleaned and scrubbed by the cleaning company. The stainless-steel gleaming and the floor polished.
When we got done in the dressing room, she was so fucking pale, her stomach growling like a grizzly and she refused to eat at any of the restaurants because she can’t bear to have strangers watch her eat.
I tracked down Lucy at the nail place and gave her the bad news that we were heading back home. Carina’s well-being trumps a manicure and mulled wine. I had a few hours before I had to meet with Alfredo but getting that unpleasantry out of the way was still on my mind.