Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
He reaches down and takes hold of his manhood, tapping it against my lips, so I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the tip. Placing both hands back on my head, he pushes a bit further inside then gently thrusts forward and back while holding me still. His girth stretches my jaw as wide as it can go.
“Just relax. I’d never do anything to hurt you,” he whispers and I do my best.
Wanting to take more of him, I press my head forward and his tip slaps the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
“That’s too much, little girl. You’re not ready for that yet.”
I don’t know when I’ll be ready, but I want to keep trying. I want to give him the best head of his life.
“Suck it.”
He groans and tugs on a handful of my hair. A drop of salty liquid falls from his cock and lands on my tongue. I hadn’t thought of that part. Is he going to come in my mouth? The very thought of it makes my heart race. I want him to. I want to taste every bit of it. Just a few more strokes and he’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon. I know it will be soon and I can’t wait for him to finish, but he pulls out of my mouth and begins stroking his dick with his hand.
“No, I want to taste it,” I protest and he grins.
“You want me to come in your mouth?”
“Yes.”
“What do you say?”
“Please?”
“Say, ‘Please come in my mouth, Daddy.’”
Daddy? Damn, I really like that.
“Please come in my mouth, Daddy.”
I say it without a second to spare because as soon as he slips it inside. a deluge of salty-sweet liquid fills my mouth.
“Good girl. That’s my good girl,” he pants and strokes my hair.
He finishes and goes to the bathroom to wash up. I look at myself in the hall mirror and gasp. My makeup has run down my face, and my hair is a mess. It’s a good thing he came by early or we’d miss dinner.
I rush to my room to fix my face and hair before he comes back. Now I’m wondering why he didn’t say anything about how ridiculous I look. As I put myself back together, I look down at the beautiful necklace Torin gave me and wonder if there is any significance to the heart shape. If he’s planning to give me his heart, I’m ready to take it. After all, I’ve already given him mine.
We pick up Marta and drive to the restaurant. It’s quiet even for a weeknight, and we’re seated as soon as we arrive. The owner, Bob Flannery—whose family has owned the only fine dining establishment in town for the last hundred years—comes over to greet us.
“How’s business, Bob?” Marta asks as he approaches.
The man shakes his head. “Things are changing around here and not for the better, Marta.”
“I know crime is up but I didn’t know you were having problems. Were you robbed?”
“Robbed? Only of my livelihood. There’s a gang of shady characters here from the city, and they’ve all but run off my usual clientele. They show up and cause a scene at least twice a week. I’ve called the police on them, and they haven’t been back this week so maybe it’s over. I don’t know. I just don’t understand what they’re doing here. We’ve never had this problem before.”
I look at Torin and find him looking at the floor. His hands are clenched in his lap, and the wheels are turning in his head. He knows he’s the reason these people are here. Knowing him, he wants to fix things for Bob too.
“It’s just a shame.” Marta shakes her head.
“What is, Mama?”
“That these things happen everywhere. Nowhere is safe anymore. People have no morals these days.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry, Mama. I’ll take care of you.”
“But what about Bob and everyone else in town? See, that’s what I’m talking about.”
Torin’s expression quickly switches to one of frustration. “It’s family first, Mama. There’s no way I can protect the whole town.”
“I don’t expect you to. That’s not what I meant.”
“Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter. Looks like that’s what I’m gonna have to do.”
“Torin? What does that mean?” she asks but his phone receives a notification I’ve never heard before. He removes it from his pocket, glances at it, then scans the empty dining room.
“Let’s finish up, please. It’s time to go,” he says and places the phone screen side down on the table.
I reach under the table and place my hand in his. He looks at me and smiles.
“Is everything alright?” I whisper.
“Yes, baby. I’m just a little tense. I promise.” He tries to assure me, but I know there’s more to it than that.
Marta and I wait by the door as Torin takes care of the bill. I see him slip his phone out of his pocket and check it again. Then, he turns and takes us both by the arm, escorting us outside.