Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
I go up on my knees, unable to tear my gaze away even to look at Marco’s face. Instead, I keep my focus on the part of his anatomy that has me spellbound. I reach out, taking his beautiful girth in my hand, my fingers barely able to reach around him. I stroke him once, holding him securely, and I’m instantly thanked by his groan that seems torn from him in a way it vibrates in my core.
“You want Daddy’s cock, Princess?” he purrs, his words dark, dirty, and fucking delicious.
“Mm,” I answer. It’s not a word, but since the wet, slicked head of his cock is at my lips, I figure he knows my answer.
I feel his hand flip my hair to one side so he can see what I’m doing. His body shifts as he moves us, settling in as he mostly lies on the mattress, giving me a chance to stretch against him as my tongue slides along his head, gathering the evidence of his desire on the tip of my tongue, moaning as I take it in my mouth and swallow it down.
Just like that, my control snaps. I moan as the taste of him explodes on my tongue and I don’t delay, I stretch my mouth and slide down hard and fast on his beautiful cock, not stopping until my nose is buried in that masculine nest of curls at his base.
“Fuck, Ena,” he hisses, his fingers tightening in my hair, tugging until the point of pain. “Give me more, baby. Give Daddy more.”
I take my time, sliding back up his cock. I use my tongue to stroke over his shaft, loving him without words and in a way that is as old as time, but each time with him feels special and brand new—and something only we can share. My tongue dances along the slit on his head, gathering more precum as I feel his fingers slide between my legs. I gasp as they rub against sticky, wet covered lips of my pussy, wanting him do give me more.
Before I can beg him to do that, he uses the control he has by fisting my hair to push me back down on his cock, swallowing him again. I relax my throat, taking him to the hilt again, whimpering around his shaft because the feel of him controlling me excites me more than anything else I’ve ever experienced. He starts a rhythm that he wants, and I give it to him, exactly like he demands. Up and down, the sound of my mouth moving on him like a song that I never want to stop. My body is trembling with need. I feel like one touch from him at this point would set me off.
Then he pulls me off of him, breaking our connection. I cry in reaction, not wanting to lose him. “No!” I whine.
“Daddy’s in control, Princess,” he growls. I bite my lip to keep from protecting further. “Good girl,” he praises.
Before I can respond he turns in the bed. Then, his cock is at my mouth again, but his mouth is at the very center of me.
“Yes,” I hiss.
My hand encircles his shaft again, as line his cock up. I take him inside my mouth, sucking on him as he thrusts down. My hand moves up to hold onto his ass, my fingers biting into his cheek to hold on as he fucks my mouth relentlessly. I might have started in control, but there’s no doubt that he is the one in command now. Fucks me hard, and I’m lost to the pleasure as I feel his hot breath against my pussy, his fingers pulling my lips apart and then he buries his face there, stealing my breath.
I cry out, the sound garbled and muffled because my mouth is stuff full of him. He rides my mouth hard, giving no quarter and I love every second of it. He seeks out my clit, which is throbbing to the point of pain. He sucks it into his mouth at the same time his fingers thrust inside my pussy. My hips surge up from the pleasure, grinding against his face as my mouth moves up and down his cock like a wild woman. There’s no control, there’s no thought, there’s no fucking rhythm at this point. Theirs is only blind need. I keep one hand on his ass, as I move the other to his balls, cupping them gently, rolling them in my hand grinding against his face.
“I’m going to come,” he warns.
I moan, just wanting more and doing that while praying this never ends. He tries to lift off of me, but I protest.
“Please, Daddy. Give it all to me,” I whimper, pushing up toward his mouth, which is now off of me. I writhe on the bed, needing more than he’s giving—all while knowing that he’s the only one that can cure the ache inside of me.