Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
“Well, I guess I’ll head to bed,” she said. Her tone made it clear that she wasn’t planning to do any such thing. It was obviously a tease.
He didn’t disappoint her. “Sure, sweetheart. Right after we finish up that one last thing.” He leaned back and one hand went behind to brace himself. The other moved to cup the hard bulge pushing at the front of his jeans. He smirked as he waggled his eyebrows at her.
She looked down, watching as he unzipped himself. Her tongue glided across her bottom lip and a hungry look came into her eyes. Without looking away she said, “Oh, I don’t really feel like it tonight. Maybe tomorrow… you know, in twenty-four hours.”
“Testing me, sweetheart?” He chuckled. “I don’t think you want to do that.”
“I’m not testing,” she lied. “I’m just tired.”
“Okay then. Let’s head to bed. We can redo this whole adventure tomorrow.” He pushed his boxers down and his erection sprang up proudly. He’d been hard throughout the punishment, and it was a relief to free his cock.
She continued to watch for another second and then her eyes snapped up to meet his. “Redo? Uh, redo what?”
“The strapping, of course. I told you the new rules. If you don’t pay the Daddy bill, then we’ll just have to try again tomorrow, and obviously that will reset the clock on satisfying your hungry little pussy too.” His mouth tipped up at one side, almost daring her as he stroked himself.
He was lot more patient than she was. He could wait an extra day if he had to, or take matters into his own hands if he couldn’t. His lovely wife on the other hand… he could see the hunger in every line of her body.
“Fuck.” The word was almost a snarl, as she threw herself down at his feet between his spread thighs and pushed his hands out of the way. The way she grabbed his cock like it was her personal property, attacking it with her tongue and the edge of her teeth—it was nearly enough to drive him over the edge immediately.
But Allegra was too good with her mouth. She knew how to tease and draw things out until he was damn near ready to levitate off the bed. She kept him on edge so long he had to grab fistfuls of the comforter to keep from taking over. He was dying to bury his hands in her hair and hold her in place as he fucked her mouth.
He loved it when she got aggressive during sex and it hadn’t happened in a long time. Maybe I should deny her more often, he thought. His head tipped back and he let out a loud groan as she circled her tongue just under the head of his cock one more time.
Patience paid off when she took him deep into her mouth and began working those muscles around the sensitive tip of his shaft. Nothing could have stopped him from spilling down her throat after that, and the way she desperately tried to swallow every drop kept him on that edge of overstimulation until he was ready to scream.
When she finally sat back and wiped her mouth, he just let himself flop back on the bed panting. A few moments later he felt her removing his shoes one at a time, and then she began dragging his jeans down. It was all he could do to lift up to make it easier.
He cracked an eye so he could watch her strip her shirt off and drop it to the floor. She stood there, arms akimbo, frowning at him. “You’re too heavy to move, Daddy, so you’re going to have to scootch up yourself.”
Easier said than done. He sighed. “Alright, give me a minute, sweetheart. You about sucked the life out of me.” It was more like ten before he found the energy to get up and head for the bathroom to clean up. “Back in a sec,” he mumbled.
By the time he was back, she’d fixed the comforter and tucked herself under it to wait for him. She slid out to take her own turn in the bathroom but was soon back and snuggled against him.
“Are you sure about the twenty-four hour rule, Daddy?” Her voice was low and throaty, and her still-hot ass pushed back against him.
His cock, which should have been dead still, suddenly stirred and he groaned. “I’m sure, and you better behave yourself.”
“Or what? You won’t let me come?” The bratty tone was clear and obvious. Either she thought he was too tired to do anything about it, or she really thought a one-day wait was the worst he could do.
Wrong. “Or this,” he retorted as he shifted her hips just enough that his questing hand could work between her thighs. He sank his fingers into her hot pussy and stroked them up and down in slow swirling motions.