Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Spanking? What, next you’ll put me in time out?” That sassy smirk returns as she braces her arms on the sides of the tub, the water sloshing around, spilling onto the marble floor as she stands in all her wet glory and I see fucking stars.
She steps out of the tub onto the fluffy white mat, rivulets of water trailing down her succulent body, and I’m jealous of every drop touching her where I’m not. There’s a daybed against the wall, covered in a sky-blue comforter that matches her eyes, and I quickly take her by the wrist, stand and guide her to the edge, pressing her down with the flat of my palm against her slick chest.
“Lay down, like you did on the floor. I’m going to lick that ache away. Then later, you’re going to learn how to take care of Daddy, because that will be your job from now on. Now spread your legs, little girl. Let me see just how wet and achy you are.”
“I don’t think wet is going to be a problem.” She gasps as I slide my fingers between her folds, dipping down to feel that tightness as I lower myself to the floor, and she starts to move her hips and arch at the contact.
Her syrupy juices are flowing as I get my mouth on her slick heat, tasting a hint of the bubble bath mixing with her erotic flavor. I lick until my mind goes blank and my tongue laps at her hole, her honey slipping down my throat as I swallow down every drop.
I bury my face between those thick thighs, and arrange her ankles on my shoulders as she soaks my face. I take her on like I’m getting my money’s worth at an all you can eat Las Vegas buffet.
She jerks against me as I gather her thighs in the crooks of my arms, reaching around their softness to spread her plump, slick outer lips with my fingers, wanting to have full access to every fold and nub.
As she wiggles and moans, I look up and our eyes connect. God, it hits me again, she’s so fucking young.
My mouth and cock don’t seem to care. My core clenches, my body buzzing, seeing the lust and need in her eyes.
Her fingers slide into my hair as I devour and lick and suck. I’m covered in her sweet nectar as I focus on that hard nub, drawing it between my lips and strumming it with my hot tongue until she starts to shake.
“Oh, God—”
She starts, and I release her clit for a second. “You want more, baby? Ask for more kisses, ask Daddy for what you need.”
“Please...” She arches off the bed as my mouth waters, desperate to get back to the world’s sweetest pussy.
“Call me Daddy when I’m between your legs.”
“Daddy, please, more kisses. Pleeeeeease…Daddy!”
“That’s my girl.”
I find her clit with my tongue and give her what I know she needs.
Blissful relief.
When I feel her body tighten, hear her hold her breath, I give her clit another three hard flicks, and she erupts with a gush of warm honey. I shift my mouth, driving my tongue into her hole, fucking her in and out while she drenches my face.
The orgasm consumes her, the tightness around my tongue reminding me how hard it will be to get my cock inside her. But I’ve climbed steeper mountains than this without as much resolve, so tomorrow when she’s sober, I’ll prep her little girl opening the best I can, then take that cherry once and for all.
Her pussy clenches around my tongue, and I move back to her clit as she slaps at my head, twisting and yelping. I release her thigh and slip my middle finger inside as far as I can.
Her flavor is like a miracle. If I had to eat her pussy every day for the rest of my life and never even get off myself, I’d die a happy man.
“God, Daddy,” she hiss-whispers, her voice sweet and youthful, and that prickling down my spine reminds me again how young she is. Can I be sure she’s even legal? Wilson said they check before the girls dance, but things can be faked…
But, fuck, she called me Daddy without me reminding her, and I come damn near to blowing my load inside my pants. She’s taken my brain and turned it into scrambled eggs. I’m not thinking straight. All I know is I need this girl.
She’s mine. And, worst case, she’s close to legal, I tell myself, pushing away the niggling doubt.
I take a breath, but as she comes down the greedy beast inside of me wants more.
I kiss her clit as a fire burns in my chest, and her voice cracks as she goes limp.
I wring out another orgasm from her twitching body as she calls me Daddy over and over, binding us together in a way I don’t think she fully understands.