Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 42185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
She slides down, gags, and takes me into her throat again. I’ve never had someone in this space before, let alone had my dick sucked in here. It’s so strangely intimate and I feel my heart beating fast in my chest. I don’t know what I’m doing, not anymore, and I don’t care.
I’m her Daddy. I’m her big man. I’m going to take care of her.
Right now, though, I don’t think I can last much longer. She makes me feel so fucking good. I groan, pushing her lower. She pulls back, gasping, stroking me, her eyes burning with desire.
“Come in my mouth, Daddy,” she whispers, stroking me with both hands. “Please. I want to take you.”
She goes back to work, sucking me faster, mouth moving up and down. I groan as she strokes me shaft, sucking my tip, lips hoovering hard. I push her low and she gags but doesn’t give up, taking me all the way down, deep into her throat.
I groan and know I can’t take much more. She sucks faster, stroking faster, not worried about the spit sliding along my tip. I pull her hair tight. “Fuck, girl,” I groan. “I’m fucking close.”
She doesn’t stop. She sucks me faster, faster. It’s dirty and sexy and fucking incredible. I groan as she takes me into her throat one last time, stroking me fast, eyes coming up to meet mine.
I come hard into her mouth. She sucks me the whole time, stroking slower now. I groan as she swallows me, every single drop. She licks me clean when I’m finished and smiles, sitting back to lick a stray drop from her hand.
“Good girl,” I say.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I sit up with a groan. “Go back out into my office and wait for me there.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She stands and gives my room one more look before tearing herself away.
I grin to myself as I slowly get up. That girl is going to be the end of me, and I absolutely can’t fucking wait.
17
Hazel
I’m so deep in this, I don’t know where the bottom is anymore.
I don’t think I even care about finding it.
I’m seeing Mason in a whole new light. At first, I thought he was just some rich asshole that has a crazy power complex. I figured I’d put up with him for a while, make some money, and eventually leave with my head held high.
Now though, things have changed so much. I see everything in him that I couldn’t see before. He loves art, which really takes me by surprise. He has a dark past, and a darkness deep inside of him. But he can love and I think he wants to get past his demons.
After that morning in his bedroom, gifts start to show up at my apartment. It’s small at first, just a new fancy phone and a new fancy laptop, but the gifts don’t stop there.
He sends a new refrigerator. The old one gets hauled down into the basement of our building, which annoys my landlord, but hey, whatever, he got a free refrigerator. Next is a new stove, and a new bed, and a new TV, and some guys even came in to paint my whole apartment and clean everything down to the smallest particle imaginable.
My landlord, a short guy named Peter, meets me out front of my apartment one morning as I’m leaving for work. He looks rumpled and tired. “We gotta talk about this boyfriend,” he grunts.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him, slowly walking to the door.
He walks with me. “He can’t keep sending appliances.”
“Why not? You’re getting an upgraded apartment all for free.”
Peter grunts at that. “Fine. But now I got all this extra stuff I gotta get rid of.”
“He can take care of that, if you want.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. But I can ask him.”
He sighs. “No more appliances, Hazel. I’m serious.”
“Okay. No more.”
He grunts as I leave the building and hurry in to work. Mason says he’ll take care of Peter, which I assume means he’ll get rid of the old appliances for him.
Instead, I find Peter standing out front of the building two days later, holding some keys. “Here you go,” he says, shoving them at me.
“What are these?”
He shrugs. “Your boyfriend bought the fucking building.”
“Are… you joking?”
“Nope. Offered me a stupid amount of money, couldn’t turn it down. I’m a rich man now, so enjoy it.”
“Wait, hold on. What about the other renters?”
He shrugs. “Not my problem anymore.” Peter hurries away and I stand there, completely dumbfounded.
Turns out, Mason also paid the other renters off. He gave them absurd amounts of money and even helped them find new places to live. After just a week, I’m completely alone in the building.
That’s when the construction crew arrives. “You can stay in your apartment,” the man says as his crew enters the building. “We’re only working during the day, so you shouldn’t notice us.”