Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
“Uh-huh.”
“This dress is making him hungrier.” Looking up, he rasps, “It’s almost like an invitation, see? Come and get it, Daddy. Come and get my pretty pink pussy.”
I want to move. I want to writhe.
I want to hump the air, but he won’t let me.
He keeps my hips pinned to the wall and I curl my toes and clench my eyes shut against the wave of arousal. “But I… I didn’t mean it. I didn’t know. It’s just a dress.”
He hums and goose bumps rise up on my skin.
“So let this be a lesson,” he says, his thumb making circles on my thigh, still keeping my dress just a micro-inch away from where I’m aching. “Let this be a lesson that this is what happens to girls if they wear a dress like that in public. This is what happens when they show off their tight ass to anyone other than their daddy. This is what happens when they leave their juicy little pussy out, for all the world to see.” Leaning forward, he takes a whiff of my pussy but through my dress. “Let this be a lesson, baby, that this is what happens when you wear another man’s ring instead of Daddy’s.”
I jerk again or want to.
But I can’t because he won’t let me go.
So I tug at his collar, my body shaking, my voice shaking. “But I… Please, don’t—”
“Don’t what?” he asks.
“I…” I swallow, all delirious with lust. “I want to be a vir—”
I don’t know why I said that.
I don’t know why it even came into my brain.
We weren’t even going there, were we? He wasn’t even going to go there. But maybe I wanted him to. Maybe that’s where I wanted to go and oh God, no.
No, no, no.
That can never happen. That’s not going to happen.
Even if we play pretend like this.
Even if we make excuses to linger.
His chest shakes with a large exhale. His jaw clenches and it does it so hard that I feel like he will bust his jaw again, all by himself.
“A virgin.”
My belly is clenching, shuddering much like my whole body. “Please, Stellan. I… I’ll do anything. Just don’t—”
“Don’t worry,” he says, his tone harsh and his face angry. “I’m not going to put my big fucking cock in your tiny little pussy tonight. You know how big it is, don’t you? You know it will hurt. You know your cherry will drip down the length of my meat and leave a blood red ring at the base of it. So I’m not going to fuck you where I can’t take care of you after. Where I can’t wrap you up in silk and soothe the pain with the softest cloth that I can find. Although I have to say that you’re always so hot for it, aren’t you? You always want more than what you get. You’re always so desperate, so fucking needy. Such a fucking slut. And the only reason I don’t mind is because the only man you’re a whore for is me, isn’t it?”
“Yes. For you.”
“So for that very reason alone, I’ll go easy on you tonight.” His fingers still straddle the line of keeping me covered and exposing me any second. “For that reason alone, I’m going to kiss your sweetheart pussy like I kissed your lips. All I’m going to do is eat you, drink from your cherry snatch. But I won’t breach her. Nothing will get into your wet fuck hole tonight, not even my tongue. For that very reason, Cherry Lips, your daddy will leave you a virgin for the wedding night.”
With that, he pushes the dress up then and exposes my pussy, so wet and sloppy and throbbing that my inner thighs are smeared and takes his first lick.
Chapter 5
My biji thinks all of this is a bad idea.
First the engagement. Although she definitely thinks that the ring is amazing.
“Chalo, uss khote de puttar ke bhai ke pass toh thodi akal hai,” she mutters when I show her the ring. Followed by, “Haye rabba, anguthi toh dekh lo. Hamari kudi vargi haigi. Ek dum, first class.”
Resting my head on her shoulder, I roll my eyes. “Biji, translation please.”
She looks to the side and grabs my face.
Planting a big kiss on my forehead, she says, “I love the ring. It’s pretty. Just like you and I don’t know how those two could be related, let alone twins. When one clearly has excellent taste while the other still can’t get his head out of his ass.”
It takes me a few seconds to gather my wits about me and whisper, “Thank you.”
She waves my compliment away. “But are you sure, meri bacchi?”
I swallow. “Yes.”
“Because all of this is too soon. Being his girlfriend is one thing, but getting engaged is…” she trails off, shaking her head.