Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Yeah, that’s how my slutty baby likes it,” he rasped in my ear. “That’s how she likes it.”
And slowly, the alpha withdrew, the slide incredible. My butt is so sensitive now that I could feel the difference in width along his pole, that thick, meaty base tapering off to his glans and my ass clenched, enjoying the deep slide.
“Oh yeah, Daddy will give it to you,” he growled in my ear, licking wetly at my throat. “Don’t worry, Daddy will assfuck you good.”
And I mewled then, throwing my head back, profile tilted to the sky. Shudders ran through my body as he pummeled me once more, making me scream this time, ass rim gripping that huge fuckshaft as it did its job.
“Take me Daddy!” I screamed. “Take me, yeah fuck that big butt!”
And the words only spurred Thorn on even further. He grabbed my fleshy hips and began pistoning hard, drilling like a madman.
“Fuck fuck fuck!” he roared. “FUCK!”
And that was it. The big man burst in my rectum, spraying me with blast after blast of filmy white, the bubbly jizz was so good. I screamed too then, my pussy dissolving into tremors, but the fireworks weren’t over yet. Because I’ve developed insane control over my ass muscles, and as Thorn pumped away, my butt milked him in time to each spurt. Oh yeah, this wasn’t some crazed frenzy where my asshole went wild, I’m a ballerina with incredible muscle control, and I use it when the time is right. So as Thorn released, his dick jerking in rhythmic pulses, my anus did its thing. In time with his pulses, my ring clenched and pumped, milking him of the good stuff, that incredible baby batter.
Because I want it. There’s nothing that makes me feel better than Thorn’s jizz leaking from my holes, and I wanted him to fill me up to the max until I overflowed.
“More Daddy, more,” I moaned, “Give me that dirty milkshake.” And obeying my command, Thorn blasted again, his second orgasm chasing the first.
“FUCK!” he roared in back of me. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!”
My butthole pumped him more, draining him of everything he had to give, savoring the last drops. And finally, Mr. Channing collapsed against me, plastered to my back, dick still stuck deep in my tight cavern.
“Aww, shit, baby,” he groaned. “Aw shit.”
I giggled, looking at him over my shoulder.
“What’s wrong Daddy?” I asked. “Was it too much for you? Did baby wear Daddy out?”
Because this is my life with the ballet master now. We’re a traveling couple, I live in Kansas giving classes, while he’s still the CEO of the Academy. So we’re on planes all the time, even more so because we can’t stand to be away from one another. But compromises have to be made, and I wasn’t giving up my newfound freedom so readily, not when I had a booming business in the Midwest with dozens of little girls as my students.
Thorn had frowned at first.
“Sweetheart, why don’t you teach at the Academy?” he growled. “You know I can make it happen.”
That was the problem exactly, and I fixed him with a mock glare.
“Thorn, I can’t ask you to do that. And I wouldn’t want it, either. I have my own life, and that’s in Kansas. It means that we won’t see each other every minute of every day, but we’ll be fine.”
The look on his face was murderous but I wasn’t budging. Grabbing a big hand, I fixed him with another mock glare.
“Seriously Daddy,” I said slowly. “You know this is right. We’ve been talking about my confidence level, how I need to be more assertive. And I’m doing that right now. I’m doing what I’m best at, and I’m not going to give it up, not even for you Thorn.”
The big man’s jaw twitched but then with a resigned sigh, he swept me into his arms.
“You’re right,” he growled into my ear. “You’re right honey. This is your thing, and you’ve got to follow your dreams. Just don’t be surprised if I quit this damn job and follow you to the Midwest.”
That made me giggle. Quit? That was a hilarious idea, since Thorn was CEO. How often do CEOs resign? But in a way it made sense because he wasn’t doing the job for money. His money was made years ago on Wall Street, he’d only taken the Academy job out of love. And you know what? A new love was here now. Me. And if Thorn wanted to follow this new love, then I’d be only too happy.
So I giggled to myself before sighing deliciously, the big man still hard and full in my ass. Gently, I squeezed my anal walls together, squeezing him, making him moan, and that dick jerked once more, spurting a last few droplets. There was so much that the cum literally leaked from my ass, coating his dick before dripping down my thigh.