Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
I take my clothes off and kneel halfway on the bed so she can reach me, holding my cock at the base and my breath in my chest. With both hands braced on either side of the bunny, Teagan slips her tongue out to taste me, and I groan at the rush of heat that surges through my dick. She licks the head a few more times, still grinding on the toy, then opens her mouth to take me inside.
My hand fists in her hair. It’s too soon, too reckless, but I can’t hold the words back another second.
“I love you, angel. You hear that? Daddy fucking loves you.”
Chapter Ten
Teagan
“You what?” I stare up at Jonah like he’s just spoken to me in a foreign language. Honestly, he may as well have. It’s not like anyone ever says those words to me and means them.
“I love you, Teagan.” He cradles my face in his baseball mitt of a hand. “I’ve been falling for you since you set foot in my house. It’s too soon to say it and you don’t have to say it back. I just want you to know, in case you had any doubts about what I want from you going forward.”
That he’s thinking of us in terms of the future makes my stomach flutter. Before Jonah, I didn’t let anyone get close enough to find out whether or not they could love me. I want to believe that he could, even as the voices in my head are telling me he’s deluding himself.
I swallow hard. “What do you want...going forward?”
“You, Teagan. In my heart and in my bed. Every night until my last.”
My stomach flutters again, intensified by the vibrations pulsing beneath me. I don’t know how to articulate the things I’m feeling, so I give my mouth another task. I’ve had a small taste of Jonah, but I need more.
I’ll always need more...
I close my mouth around the head of his cock. Jonah growls like a beast as I bob my head back and forth, taking a little more of him with each pass. I don’t watch porn, but I’ve seen my share of gifs. I know I’m supposed to take him as far back as I can, but Jonah’s got a big cock. It’ll be a miracle if I can manage half of him.
“Your mouth is heaven, sweetheart.” His fingers tighten in my hair. Having his cock in my mouth as I hump the vibrating bunny is a head-to-toe frenzy of sensation. Like electricity zipping through my bloodstream.
I was close to coming before Jonah said the three little words that threw me. A few more minutes of this, and I’ll be right back there again. I close my eyes and focus on the feel of his cock in my mouth, and the delicious vibrations pulsing between my legs.
It’s been a long time since I pleasured myself like this, by humping something soft. I rarely felt safe enough to masturbate in my foster homes, and certainly never in the group homes where we had to keep the doors unlocked. The fact that Jonah’s encouraging me to do this now feels like a gift.
Everything he’s given me feels like a gift.
The stuffies and art supplies, and even the names we call each other. It all comes together to create the greatest gift anyone could give me: the chance to live out an alternate childhood, one that’s infinitely better than the one I lived through.
“Fuck, Daddy’s coming, baby.” He sucks air through his teeth. “Get off it if you don’t want to swallow.”
But I do want to swallow, just like I wanted to let him fuck me. If it belongs to him, I want it inside me, filling me up the way his love fills me up inside.
My orgasm sneaks up on me and then pounces like a jungle cat, sinking its claws into my back. Just as Jonah’s cock throbs, my clit pulses, and I come, waves of pleasure reverberating through me. He groans, spilling salty liquid onto my tongue, warmth that I swallow greedily until it’s all gone.
He pulls out, running his thumb across my lower lip. “Watching you do that was beautiful, baby girl.”
I smile. He kisses me deeply, and I nearly come again just from the intensity of his kiss. Still reeling from my orgasm, I lift my pussy away from the vibrator to give it a chance to rest.
Jonah pulls back to look at me with a look of concern on his face.
“Did I freak you out by saying I love you?” he asks.
“Maybe a little...” I avert my gaze. “Nobody’s ever said that to me before.”
“Well, get used to hearing it, angel, because I plan on saying it every day.” He climbs onto the bed behind me, pulling me back against his firm chest. My eyes drift shut as he trails kisses and gentle bites along my neck. He walks his fingers down to my pussy, inches above the vibrating rabbit’s tail. I whimper as he strokes my folds.