Total pages in book: 216
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
“You’re gonna swallow Daddy’s cock like a good little girl now,” Dad says, grabbing me and pulling me onto his lap where he proceeds to shove his giant dick in my mouth. I’m not quite ready and I cough and sputter around it.
“Aw fuck, that’s right, little girl. Fucking choke on it.” He shoves himself in and out of my mouth and against the inside of my cheek. When he misses my mouth, he slaps the fat head of his cock against my cheek.
“Suck it. Suck it.” Then he grabs the hair at the back of my head and shoves me back on his cock.
At the same time, Dominick has dropped low and pried my legs apart. With his tongue and fingers, he toys with my pussy.
I groan around Daddy’s dick and struggle to lick and suck on him while he shoves himself roughly in and out of my mouth.
Dominick latches on my clitoris right as Daddy shoves himself so deep he starts to go down my throat.
I struggle and gag around him but he grabs the back of my head and forces himself in a little deeper. Dominick sucks even harder and— can’t breathe—
Panic and pleasure fight against one another until Daddy finally pulls me off him. I gasp for breath just long enough to get a huge lungful right before he jams himself back in deep again.
It’s disorienting, being so out of control of my own body. If it were just me and Daddy, I’d be terrified and freaking out, but Dominick is here. I trust him completely. He thinks this will bring me pleasure.
I’m not supposed to be in control.
So I give myself up to it.
To them.
I mean, I can’t help still gagging—it’s my body’s natural instinct to try to get air when Daddy’s choking me with his ungodly large cock. But I try to relax my throat as much as possible. I try to suck him when I can. I want to be a good girl for them.
And when Dominick’s talented tongue and fingers stretching me do their work and I can’t stand it anymore, I scream a choked howl around Daddy’s cock.
Daddy yanks me off him moments later, his eyes dark with a look I’ve come to recognize. It’s a mixture of hunger and lust.
“That’s right,” he growls, “cry for Daddy, sweet girl.” He rubs his palm downward from my eye, smearing the little bit of mascara I’m wearing down my cheeks. I can tell because when he pulls his hand away, they come away with black on them.
“I have to fuck my innocent little baby now. Look how hard you’ve made Daddy’s cock. Look at it.” He grabs the hair at the back of my head again and jerks me so that I look down at the huge cock he was just choking me.
Holy crap, it looks even bigger than last time. I wasn’t even taking a third of him into my mouth, no matter how far he was trying to jam himself down my throat.
“Get underneath her, Dad,” Dominick orders. “Near the edge of the bed.”
Dad glares at Dominick, but when his hungry look comes back to me, he complies. He smiles, a slightly manic glint entering his eyes that I’ve seen before. “Time to cry again for Daddy.”
I blink even as he moves himself to the edge of the bed and drops to his back. Then he drags me down and lifts me by my waist to straddle him.
I think I’ve just realized something.
I think that deep down, some part of Dad actually really wants to… hurt me.
That it’s part of what gets him off.
Does Dominick know?
I don’t even have time to consider the question before Dad’s grasping my hips, lining himself up, and then pistoning his cock up and into me.
It’s shocking, of course. He’s so huge and long.
But unlike the past two times, it doesn’t feel like he’s splitting me in two.
Between stretching myself earlier in the bathroom and Dominick doing the same while he was suckling me just a moment ago, when my breath hitches at Dad’s continuing penetration, it’s only with pleasure.
Especially when I feel Dominick’s warmth at my back.
He’s here. He hasn’t left me.
“Fuck baby,” Dad says, ramming himself in and out like he’s making an Olympic sport out of screwing me. “You’re so tight. Fucking just-virgin pussy is fucking heaven.” His eyes drop closed and his face screws tight with bliss.
Dominick’s finger, slick with lube, presses at my asshole as he sweeps my hair to the side and kisses the nape of my neck. “You still want this, beautiful girl?”
He teases the rim of my back entrance, Dad still pumping away inside me, his hands clutching my hips for dear life.
I look over my shoulder at Dominick. I can already feel how flushed I am. God. It’s ridiculous. Dad is fucking my brains out, my body jolting every other second with his cock bottoming out, but I still feel a little shy almost about Dominick doing…that. It’s been so built up—what if it doesn’t feel as good as he expected? Or somehow it doesn’t work?