Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry,” I mutter as his eyes flash.
“What did I say about apologizing to me?”
He releases my backside only to bring down his hand in a hard swat, and it’s the starting pistol I need for releasing what’s inside of me.
“You said I never have to say I’m sorry to you. But, I’m always sorry. My whole life I’ve been sorry. For everything. For being born.”
I twist the soft flannel of his shirt between my fingers, trying to keep my balance. I slow my breathing as dizziness takes me when I look up at the fifty-foot ceiling in the barn and everything spins out of control.
“Come here.” He drags me along as I stumble and trip on the straw covered dirty floor. Davis slides open a large door, the scent of hay and the sound of an owl in the rafters overloading my city girl circuits. “From now on, when you feel like you need to apologize, you do it with your mouth, but not with words.”
I stare up at him, this other section of the barn is smaller. Saddles hang on the wall, lots of leather halters on hooks above, and a solid wood plank floor dusted with thick jute rugs.
“Okay,” is all I manage as he runs a hand over his head.
“Get down.” He points to the floor. “Sucking my dick is a privilege and a reward, Little Red. But, my cock can also teach you things. It’s going to be very important in your life from now on. It’s your job to take care of it. To let it teach you things.”
I nod as I drop to my knees without question; my eyes pinned upward on his, waiting for whatever comes next.
“You see what you do to me?” His eyes lower and mine follow, finding the denim on his jeans impossibly tight next to his zipper. “Take me out,” he commands, and my hands are on the buckle of his belt before he can exhale.
I work the leather through as I hold my breath and Davis’s hand brushes my hair back from my forehead. “You are such a good girl, doing as you’re told. Pleasing me.”
When I’ve wrestled the belt open, my trembling fingers battle with the zipper, the pressure from his erection forcing the teeth wide open in a fury and Davis lets out a loud moan of relief.
“There you go. Such a pretty slutty girl down there on your knees all ready to take my cock in your mouth.” The approval and desire in his eyes make another rush of wet heat between my legs, making me tighten my muscles as I pull out the thick veiny shaft from its hiding place.
Who have I become?
With this man, I’m a harlot. I never needed to be the pure virgin forever, but this? I didn’t know I had this sort of behavior in me.
My nipples harden and tingle as I stare at the incredible marvel of manhood right in front of my nose.
Davis makes a grunting sound as I take his meaty shaft in both hands. “See how hard you make me? You know what it’s like walking around with that in my pants all day long? You did that.”
“I’m sorry,” I say with a little smirk, this time playing it up as he looks down. “Will you forgive me?”
Davis nods, pointing toward my chest. “Unzip. Take your tits out, so I can see them bounce when I’m fucking that apology out of your throat.”
Heat torches me from my face down as I release his girth to follow his instructions, curling my feet under my butt and arching my back. I tug the zipper down and reach inside, lowering the cups of my bra so my breasts are resting on top.
Zapping tingles meet my hard nipples as Davis nods with approval. “Such a good girl. Now, put that cock in your mouth and say you’re sorry for real. That dick is your salvation, little sinner. Don’t ever forget that.”
This caveman has a grip on my heart as I have a grip on his manhood. I circle it with my fingers around the base, feeling the brush of his pubic hair and where his balls are crowded in his pants against the back of my fingers.
I’m drenched. There should be a flood warning going off between my legs as fire licks up my belly and chest, gathering around my exposed nipples as Davis watches me with dark lust in his silver green eyes.
His broad chest grows and releases with panting breaths. I say a little prayer as I open my mouth and hope I can gain his forgiveness.
Curses rain down on me as I slip the seeping head between my lips, looking up to see Davis’s eyes roll back.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” He groans as I tongue the underside of the head in that little v spot. The way he shudders, I think I’m onto something.