Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
I whimpered softly, my eyes locked on the hypnotic motion of Daddy Daniel’s fingers. “Please, Daddy,” I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming. “Please let me taste you. Let me kiss your beautiful cock.”
A small smile played at the corners of Daddy Daniel’s mouth. He took a step closer, close enough that I could smell his masculine scent. “You want to taste Daddy’s cock, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Yes, please,” I gasped, as Daddy Victor’s thrusts became more erratic behind me. “Please, Daddy. I need it.”
Daddy Daniel’s smile widened. He moved even closer, until the tip of his cock was mere inches from my face. “Go ahead then,” he said softly. “Show Daddy how much you love his cock.”
With trembling lips, I leaned forward, pressing a reverent kiss to the tip of Daddy Daniel’s magnificent cock. The salty taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue as I lavished attention on his shaft, peppering it with soft kisses and gentle licks. I worked my way down to his heavy balls, nuzzling against them and inhaling his musky scent.
Behind me, Daddy Victor’s rhythm faltered. His grip on my hips tightened as he thrust deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he added his seed to the mix already filling my ass. The feeling of his warm essence flooding my insides somehow triggered another orgasm, my body shuddering with pleasure.
As waves of ecstasy washed over me, I redoubled my efforts on Daddy Daniel’s cock. I traced the prominent vein on the underside with my tongue, reveling in the way it twitched against my lips. My special daddy’s hand came to rest on the back of my head, guiding me gently as I worshipped his manhood.
Distantly, I was aware of movement around us. The other daddies were rising from their seats, murmuring words of thanks and appreciation to Daddy Daniel.
“Quite a show, Daniel,” Daddy Kwame’s deep voice rumbled. “Your little fuck toy is truly something special.”
“Indeed,” Daddy Reggie agreed. “You’re a lucky man. She takes cock like she was born for it.”
Their words barely registered as I continued to lavish attention on Daddy Daniel’s rock-hard shaft. My world had narrowed to the taste of him on my tongue, the feeling of his fingers tangled in my hair, the scent of his arousal filling my nostrils.
After what felt like both an eternity and no time at all, Daddy Daniel gently pulled me away from his cock. His eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of pride and possessiveness that made my heart swell.
“That’s enough for now, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “It’s time to get you cleaned up and into bed.”
Before I could respond, Daddy Daniel bent down and scooped me into his arms. I let out a small gasp of surprise as he lifted me effortlessly, cradling me against his broad chest. My body felt boneless, utterly spent from hours of intense use.
As Daddy Daniel carried me out of the Hall of Pleasure, I caught glimpses of the other daddies gathering their robes and preparing to leave. Miss Frieda stood by the door, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth as she watched us pass.
Daddy Daniel carried me through the ornate hallways of the guesthouse, my body cradled against his muscular chest. The warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart lulled me into a dreamy haze. My limbs felt heavy, my mind foggy from exhaustion and lingering pleasure.
We entered his private suite, a spacious room decorated in rich shades of navy and gold. Daddy Daniel gently lowered me onto the cool granite of the bathroom counter, supporting me as I swayed unsteadily.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, little one,” he murmured, his voice tender.
He started the shower, steam quickly filling the luxurious marble bathroom. With infinite care, Daddy Daniel lifted me into the large glass enclosure. The hot water cascaded over my aching body, soothing sore muscles and washing away the evidence of the night’s activities.
Daddy Daniel’s strong hands moved over me, lathering my skin with scented soap. His touch was clinical yet intimate, cleaning every inch of me thoroughly. He paid special attention to my intimate areas, his fingers ghosting over my sensitive flesh and eliciting small whimpers from my throat.
When I was clean, Daddy Daniel wrapped me in a fluffy towel and carried me to the enormous four-poster bed. He dried me carefully before laying me on the silken sheets. My eyelids grew heavy as exhaustion overtook me.
“Sleep now, Amy,” Daddy Daniel said softly, brushing a kiss against my forehead.
But as he turned to leave, a surge of need washed over me. “Wait,” I called out, my voice hoarse. “Please, Daddy… I need you inside me. In my bottom. I need to truly feel that it belongs to you.”
Daddy Daniel paused, his ice-blue eyes searching my face. “Are you sure, sweetheart? You’ve been through a lot tonight.”