Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34333 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 172(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“I’m ready,” I say again. “I want you.”
The corner of his mouth quirks upward. “That’s a good answer, baby girl.”
Still sitting on the table, I part my thighs as he steps forward, his mouth crashing into mine. Dawson is still cupping my face in his hands as our tongues tangle. It feels like there’s a fire burning between my thighs that's only getting hotter as Dawson trails his fingertips up my legs. He pushes my skirt up and hooks my panties to the side, lightly stroking my wet, swollen lips.
I lean forward and kiss his neck and when he plunges a finger into me, I cry out and bite his shoulder. He pumps his finger in and out of my slick center and my entire body quivers. He looks into my eyes then drops to his knees, quickly pulls my panties off, and tosses them to the side. After that, he hooks my legs over his shoulders and leans forward, plunging his tongue into my pussy, making me cry out.
“Jesus, Dawson,” I gasp.
He licks me roughly, spreading me open and driving his tongue into my walls. Dawson slams a pair of fingers into me, so much deeper than before, making me wince as I’m gripped by a sharp pinch of pain. But as he moves them inside of me, he takes my clit into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it, the waves of pleasure washing over me enhanced by that slight hit of pain.
He laps at me, sucks on me, and fingers me harder. Faster. My legs are shaking wildly and the breathy moans coming from my mouth sound like something out of a porn movie. I’m too aroused to care. Reaching down, I grip Dawson’s hair and pull him closer, grinding my wet pussy against his face, taking his fingers and tongue even deeper into me. I grind myself against his mouth, quivering from head to toe.
The blood in my veins feels like it’s on fire as I grip Dawson's hair and rock back and forth on his face. He laps at me hungrily, feasting on my pussy like a starving man. My body tights and Dawson grunts as I yank his hair harder. A moment later, I throw my head back and cry out as I come. Hard. I’m no stranger to getting myself off but the orgasm he’s given me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I feel lightheaded and dizzy.
Dawson doesn’t give me a chance to recover as he roughly pulls me off the table and kisses me. I’m still trying to catch my breath when Dawson gives me a wolfish grin. A moment later, he turns me around and forces me down, bending me over the table. Dawson puts his hand in the middle of my back, holding me down. The crack of flesh meeting flesh rings in my ears, and my ass suddenly feels like it’s on fire. The sting of him smacking my ass though melts away, and I’m left with a rush of pleasure that fills my body, bringing an unexpected smile to my lips.
I turn and look over my shoulder at him. Dawson gives me a devilish grin and smacks my ass again, harder this time. I close my eyes and moan because I need him inside me. Right freaking now.
“Do you like that, baby girl?” he asks, his voice low and gruff.
“Yes, Daddy. I love that.”
We both freeze, our eyes locked and my mouth falls open. I never meant for that word to come out of my mouth.
The smile on Dawson’s face tells me he likes hearing me call him that. And strangely enough, that turns me on even more. The word sounds right. It feels right.
I remember the way his cock, so thick and long, felt in my hand. Although I’m a little worried about the way he’ll fit inside of me, afraid that it might hurt, the desire to feel him filling me up outweighs the fear.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I say. “I want your cock inside of me, Dawson. Fuck. Me. Now.”
Dawson fumbles with his belt but quickly gets it undone. He kicks his shoes off and pushes his pants and boxers all the way down before he kicks them off as well. I stare at his thick girth and briefly wonder if I can take it, if I can take all of him.
“Give me that cock, Daddy. I need it.”
Dawson doesn’t even bother with his shirt. Instead, he steps forward and grabs hold of my hips, pressing his fingers hard into my flesh. My eyes widen and a gasp bursts from my mouth as he drives himself into me. He stretches me open wider than I’ve ever been just with my fingers or toys and hits me so deep I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head.