Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Ooooh, Chris put his foot down,” I commented.
Daddy frowned and straightened up. “He’s still an asshole. He sure as fuck didn’t tell us before that this is taking place in Tysons. He did not inform us that he’s boarding the jet when we land. He could’ve mentioned that earlier, and everything would’ve been fine.” He shook his head and walked over to my bag, and he dug out my toiletry kit. “Let’s go brush our teeth. We can reply to Mr. Authority later. Or not.”
I pinched my lips together and withheld my amusement, ’cause now wasn’t the time. But Daddy had pulled the authority card first…
I knew he was just being protective of me.
I left my seat and walked over to him, and I reached up and kissed his cheek. “You’re the best Daddy in the whole world.”
He looked a little surprised at first, but then he squeezed me to him and kissed my forehead. “Thank you for saying that, but unfortunately, I owe that asshole half an apology. I know very well that he can’t divulge too much. Information is sensitive in his line of work, and he’s being careful.”
I peered up at him. What he said made sense.
“I could’ve reassured you until he took over,” he added.
“But only half an apology, then?” I asked.
His mouth twitched. “I’m not going to admit to being irrationally overprotective of you.”
I grinned.
I woke up a few hours later, and I missed Daddy terribly. I’d already become accustomed to sharing a bed with him, and now he was a full four feet away from me on the other side of the aisle.
The back of the plane had four seats that were two by two, but they weren’t as comfortable when reclined, and that was where the doggies currently slept.
I yawned and rubbed my eyes before I glanced out the window.
The sun was up, but I had no idea where we were. Hopefully approaching the East Coast. I didn’t know where the time zones changed either.
Crawling out from under my covers, I snuck over to Daddy’s bed. His covers were twisted around his hips. No nakedness tonight. He was in boxer briefs and a black T-shirt.
Fingers crossed one of the pilots didn’t need to use the bathroom or grab coffee in the next fifteen minutes. I’d met them briefly last night, and both were pilots and operators at Hillcroft.
Hoping the bottom section of the chair would hold my weight too, I carefully straddled Daddy’s legs and tugged down the covers.
He let out a low, rumbly, sleepy sound and stretched out a bit, and then he cracked his eyes open and peered down at me.
“Morning, Daddy.” I brushed my hand over his underwear. He was semi-hard under there, so it was of the utmost importance that I got my mouth on that thing ASAP.
He smiled drowsily and pulled up one leg a bit, and I took the hint. I shifted my leg so I was straddling just one of his, and that way, he wasn’t trapped.
“Good morning. Are you on a mission?”
“Yes, Sir.” I ducked down and pressed my face to him, and he chuckled. But that was obviously not enough, so I pulled down his underwear. Much better. This was what I wanted.
I caught him with my mouth and licked the length of his cock before I sucked him in, and Daddy let out a long breath and combed his fingers through my hair.
“What time is it?” He reached for his phone in his cupholder. “Mm… We land in an hour.”
Yeah, whatever, I was busy.
I snaked my tongue around his cock, coating him in spit, then sucked him harder and deeper. I wanted him in my throat.
It wasn’t long before he was rock hard, and that was when his grip on my hair tightened. So did his abs, which was just so fucking sexy.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he exhaled. “You’re such a good boy for Daddy.”
I hummed and redoubled my efforts.
Being a good boy was the bare minimum. If I wanted him to fall in love with me as quickly as possible, I needed a better formula. A mix between perfect cocksucker, caregiving sub, and goofball brat. Luckily, I’d come weirdly far just by being myself, but I could totally up my cocksucking game.
“Jesus.” He drew in a breath and tensed up. “You’re a little too good at that.”
Score.
He let his head fall back with another exhaled curse, and I could sense he was getting closer. I spurred him on each time I took him down my throat and swallowed around him. My vision blurred and my lungs burned, but it didn’t matter. He was my sole focus, and I slipped into an addictive rhythm when I sucked him as quickly as his chest rose and fell.
“Daddy’s gonna come, sweetheart,” he warned.
Yes, yes, yes!
I used my tongue a lot and took him deep once more, and that did it. He pushed me down on him and groaned, and he flooded my throat with hot ropes of come.