Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
My cock aches, watching her pink tongue dart out to lick her full lips as she waits patiently for my instructions. My permission.
"Now you’re going to put it inside," I order. "Slow."
She bites down on that perfect bottom lip as the tip breaches her. I grab myself through the denim, desperate for some friction, some relief.
Christ. The delicate, unsure way her little hips start to rock upward is so innocent.
"Faster, baby. A little harder." Her breathing stutters. “It doesn’t hurt, does it? I don’t want that cherry torn.”
Her head flings back and forth. “No. Doesn’t hurt. Just… I’ve never put something inside me. Not even…” Her voice falls away, her eyes clinging to mine as I step to her side, giving myself a better view of her face while not losing the main attraction between her legs.
“Not even what?” I growl.
I watch her throat move when she swallows a moan. “It’s embarrassing.”
“You’re lying on my kitchen counter like I’m about to give you a fucking Pap smear. You can tell me anything, baby. In fact, rule five, you tell me everything.”
“I’ve never even used…” She squeezes her eyes shut as the vibrator moves inside her another inch. “A tampon!”
She really is a fucking virgin. My patience starts to unravel.
"Feel me," I hiss when her muscles clamp down convulsively around the toy. "You’re soaking it. Dripping for me. Push it in just a little more. You want to play with that toy for Daddy, don’t you? Show him what a big girl you can be?"
That does it. Apparently, ‘Daddy’ is her go word, because she’s flexing and twisting, moaning as her thighs slap together, trapping the toy between them when it dawns on me…
I’m at the edge of the counter in a breath. “Let go of the toy, right fucking now.”
Her eyes are half slits, glazed, but she’s running on muscle memory as her hand falls away. I reach under her bent legs and take control of the vibrating toy.
Fuckkkkkkkk. That’s all it takes. Holding that fucking thing, her knees fall open without any order from me, her eyes fixed onto mine.
“Push it in a little more, Daddy,” she whispers, biting her lip. “Please.”
Fire surges through me as I pump the tip of the toy into her tight little opening. She’s so fucking beautiful. My urge to mark her body inside and out is like a pounding drum inside me.
“Daddy’s going to push a lot more than this inside you, princess. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Sit on Daddy’s lap and bounce on his cock like a little girl should?”
She goes off again. Jesus, she’s so fucking sexy. Her body adds a gush of liquid heaven all over my fucking fingers, dousing the toy and spraying on the countertop.
She just squirted. Fucking heaven on earth. I want to bend down and lap up all that sweetness.
She sags against the counter, legs shaking. The scent hits me like a fist to the gut, my dick flexing as my balls tighten and my vision turns white.
Holding that damn vibrator inside her, her cum wet on my hand, her sounds in my ears, I lose it.
The tingle starts but within a second, I’m doubled over. The strongest orgasm of my life makes my pulse pound in my ears. Blinding pleasure floods every synapse.
My fists curl. I’m too damn close to crossing this line and yanking out that silicone, replacing it with something real.
"Beau—"
"Daddy."
"D-Daddy..." Her voice cracks, and I drag the toy from her soaking opening. I want to be that toy, but I’ll take this instead.
I step around her legs, easing the toy to her lips, holding it there while her eyes snap wide.
"Look at me," I demand. She does, pupils blown until there’s no brown left. "You’re perfect. You’re mine. Now lick it."
There’s a beat of hesitation. "Now." I smirk on a satisfied snort when her tongue darts out, licking her nectar from the toy. "That’s just lesson one."
But I have no real idea who’s teaching who.
She has no idea who I really am. No idea I've been studying her for months, memorizing every expression, every laugh, every moment of vulnerability she shared with that camera.
But right now, in my kitchen, she's performing just for me.
And I'm never letting her go.
Seven
Tessa
"That's enough."
Beau's voice sounds like he's been hit by a truck. He drags the toy from my lips, reaching over and laying it on a towel next to the sink, then backing away like he’s in pain. His back is pressed against the refrigerator, chest rising and falling like he’s just run a marathon.
The man looks ready to collapse.
I'm still perched spread-eagle, legs shaking, the halter top and denim skirt I chose for this seduction twisted and bunched up like I’ve just been put through the wringer. My brain feels like cotton candy, thoughts fuzzy and slow.