Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
“It’s a good fucking thing this pussy is legal.” Jack grits out as I clench my inner muscles in anticipation. “Because you’d have made me a felon tonight if it wasn’t.”
He drops a hand to his lap as he grips the front of his black trousers, pumping his fist up and down a few times, and I want to see what’s behind that zipper. Something I’ve never felt before, a need to explore a man with my hands. My mouth. My eyes. My nose. I want to know him…ya know, Biblically.
“This has to be the prettiest pussy on the planet.” The truth I hear in his words resonates deep inside me. “I think it needs some very special kisses. Would you like that, baby?”
Hot sparks erupt deep in my center. Is he toying with me? Is my desperate desire to play out my Daddy fantasies so intense, Jack is absorbing it through some kind of magical, sexual osmosis?
I nod. I’m not sure if this is real anymore or if the accident in the Uber knocked me unconscious and I’m going to wake up like Dorothy back in Kansas.
“Good girl.”
It’s the last thing I hear before Jack’s mouth plunges between my legs as the room starts to spin.
He gives me a kiss, the flat of his tongue taking a long slow lick. Before I can manage another breath, he yanks me up in his arms, and my legs flail in the air before I'm thrown on the couch, my head bouncing against the back cushion.
My thighs are spread up and apart as he takes his point position on his knees.
“Such a needly little cunt you have. I’m going to teach you so many wonderful things.”
My hips churn upward, waiting for him to fulfill that dirty promise. My eyes snap open as I hear the unmistakable sound of him spitting then the sensation of his saliva dripping down over my clit.
He runs the backs of his fingers along my hot opening. The sound of my wetness and the thrill of his touch are making me shake. It’s hard to keep my eyes open.
“Shhh.” He slips his fingers over the swollen lips of my pussy. Leaning closer, he inhales, eyes closing for a long moment, then instantly his fingertips burnish my clit with a new ferocious, majestic pressure.
I scream as the swirling waves in my core collect and tighten.
His hands run over me, squeezing my breast so hard his fingernails cut into my skin. His lips graze the fine patch of hair above my pussy.
I’m drowning in him. This man is everywhere. His beard scratches a path up to my neck, his lips leaving a delicate trail in their wake. My hips churn higher on instinct, rocking on him, welcoming him. I'm consumed with the urge to be stretched and hurt.
His mouth consumes me again. Licking, sucking, pinching over and over. And God, I want more.
He’s relentless, and I close my eyes to let the sensations own me.
As my orgasm explodes, I hear Jack’s voice, sounding far away and yet inside me at the same time.
“I swear, babygirl, I’ll take all your pain away—even if I’ve been the one to give it to you.”
I'm in a daze. The stories I’ve told only to my diary come back in bursts. Could he be the man I’ve wished for?
Could he be Daddy?
I’ve already had to fight the urge to let the honorific seep from my lips. He’s pulling the deepest parts of me to the surface, and I want to make it real, but I have no idea what this is for him. I fight to keep my secret from slipping out, to keep from exposing the darkest parts of me to him, all the while inside my head my fantasies are playing in roaring, vivid technicolor.
He stands and yanks me off the sofa. I squeal in surprise when his next move guides me down to the floor in front of him.
My breasts are hanging free, my dress is tucked and twisted every which way. I'm a mess of tangled hair and smeared make-up. And Jack?
He looks like he owns me. I feel like a possession.
It’s like the first hit of a drug and I know I’ll need more.
“I've been waiting for you,” he grunts, like it hurts to speak.
His growl pushes me close to another orgasm as I stare at the huge erection under his zipper.
He reaches down and grabs the length behind the fabric. “Do you want this in your pretty little mouth?”
I'm hooked. I want to be here. I want to be kneeling at his feet, inhaling the potent scent of his cock. Rendered wordless by the intense taste coating my tongue, yet I can merely nod.
“Then you do as I say. You follow my rules and I’ll give you everything you need. Everything you want.”