Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
She crawls over, eagerly grabbing my cock and forcing it down her throat. She gags on my length, but seems determined not to stop this time. She sucks and moans around my dick like she's already picked up some new tricks. I'm getting harder by the second, the release I'm fucking craving feeling so close and yet so far as Willa works her pretty lips and tongue on my cock.
I let myself get close.
Dangerously close.
I let her bring me to the brink of orgasm, close enough that one more lick would have me erupting into her mouth. But at the last second, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and pull her off me. I lift her up and place her on my desk, spreading her legs as she writhes on the wood.
I part her legs and she yelps when I rip the fishnet tights away from the pretty pussy that's got my head all kinds of fucked up.
"Now it's my turn to taste you."
I lower my mouth against her body, inhaling her scent. Sweet cherries and dark chocolate hit me again like the blend of the most exquisite perfume ever made. I lick her pussy lips, lapping up her juices. And fuck me, she tastes divine.
Pure innocence mixed with kinky desire. She's at both ends of the spectrum, like a metronome, switching between one and the other. One second I'm overwhelmed with the need to protect her, while the next I'm eager to bury my cock in one of her holes.
I part her lips and dip inside and taste more and more of her sweet juices. She drips against my tongue and I have my fill of her, swirling my tongue and bringing her closer to an orgasm I've already decided she can't have.
But despite being preoccupied by her cunt, I can still tell Willa is resisting, not wanting to give in fully. So I pinch her clit between my fingers and smirk at her face as she gasps repeatedly.
"Do you want to come?" I demand in a low voice.
"Yes, Daddy," she breathes.
"Then give me everything." I pinch harder, making her writhe on the desk below. "Give up every last bit of control you have over your body. Give it over to me. Let me control you. Let Daddy decide everything."
"Fuck," she whispers. "Please, don't make me."
"Why the fuck not?"
"Because I... I'm afraid what's going to happen when I let go."
I let go of her clit and cage her face in my hands. "Why?"
"What if..." She chews her bottom lip nervously, her hands coming to rest on mine. "What if you push me too far? What if I never come back?"
"What do you mean, trouble?"
"Forget it."
"No."
"Yes."
"No." I glare at her. "Tell me what you're so afraid of."
"Getting lost in it," she whispers. "In you."
"I won't make you give up anything," I mutter. "You can be everything you've ever wanted. At my side."
"But you don't want us to be together." Her voice breaks over the words, making me curse inwardly.
"I do," I admit, the confession sending alarm bells ringing. "But there's something you don't know."
"You're engaged."
"Not for long. Something else. The thing is, Willa, I know –"
"No, please." Her hands leave mine, palms covering her ears. "Don't tell me, I don't want to know. I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me yours. I want to feel safe and happy again before I know what it is."
Fighting an internal battle, I curse out loud this time. What the fuck am I supposed to do? It's already wrong I'm keeping all these secrets, but she says she doesn't want to know... And I can barely think straight with her naked, enticing body at the touch of my fingertips.
"Fine," I hiss. "I'll tell you after. But you'll do something for me, too."
"Yes, Daddy." She smiles eagerly. "Whatever you want. Just tell me."
"You're going to play with yourself," I tell her. "And I'm going to play with my cock. And you won't stop coming until I've splattered my load all over you."
Chapter 11
Willa
My mouth waters as I watch Raphael palm his growing cock. I want him inside me, but I'm too nervous to ask. Being around him makes me nervous. I've never been this jittery around guys my age, but something about Raphael makes all my hairs stand on end.
I tentatively touch my fingers to my pussy, gently rubbing myself a little closer with every stroke. I can feel Raphael's eyes drinking in every inch of my body. As embarrassed as I feel, I don't feel the urge to cover up. I want him looking at me. I want his mouth watering, too.
"That's right, trouble," Raphael mutters. "Do you like how hard I'm getting for you?"
"Yes," I whisper. "Jerk it for me, Daddy."
He groans at his nickname. "Do you call anyone else by that name?"