Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Oh, it’s starting to feel like…like m-more…” she stutters, her bare chest heaving up and down. “Like something more is happening.”
I’m making her come. I’m making my angel come, possibly for the first time. Right here and now, I could do away with the pretense that I’m trying to get into her stalker’s head, but if I reveal how badly I need her myself, I will be ripping off the seal that’s keeping my insanity inside. It will come spewing out like a geyser. I’ll conquer her and overwhelm her and dominate her. I might never let her leave this apartment again if I drop this act.
Apparently, I have one shred of decency left, because I can’t. “Good girl. Let it happen. I guarantee your stalker is dreaming about making you come. He’s dreaming of that wet squeeze around his dick and how you’ll buck and hiss for it, like a bitch in heat.” I lick into her mouth to capture her shocked gasp, riding my mouth wide over the top of hers, dying to consume her, letting her know this is how it’s going to be with me. Vile and nasty, down and dirty. Spectacular, too, if she allows it to be. “If I can get you off, baby, I think I’ll understand him better.”
Not a trace of suspicion on her face. “Is the kissing going to help…get me off?”
I kiss her hard, suctioning, lapping at her bottom lip. “Isn’t it, little girl?”
“Yes,” she whispers, opening her lips for mine, letting me plunder and pillage her, juice spilling out from her cunt and wetting my thumb, my wrist, the insides of her thighs. “Oh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh, Cash!”
Hearing her say my name while breathless with passion makes me feel immortal. Godlike. Transcendent. But I need it all from her. Everything. “That’s not really what you want to call me, is it?”
She presses her lips together, a combination of indecisive and turned on.
“Call me by the name I want to hear and I’ll give you a special treat,” I rasp, catching her ear with my teeth, trailing my tongue up and down the slope of her neck while my thumb starts moving at the highest possible speed. “The way you’re soaking my fingers tells me you want to say it, Scout. Don’t you want to come and help me catch this stalker of yours?”
After a moment’s hesitation, she says it almost like she’s testing it out. “Daddy.” And then her eyes roll back and she says it again, like a prayer. “Daddy.”
With a growl, I press two fingers deep into her tight, young cunt and she screams, her little orgasming muscles twisting around my digits, her thighs shaking the table so hard, the movement travels through the wooden legs and vibrates the furniture against the ground. “That’s a good girl. You give me what I want and I stuff you full,” I growl right on top of her mouth. “Let that sweetness drip everywhere. I promise I’m not going to let it go to waste.”
Looking her in the eye, I swipe my hand through the little puddle she left on the table, getting my palm good and wet, before shoving it into my jeans.
“What are you doing?” she breathes, watching me with half-mast eyes.
“Becoming him. This is what he’d do with that mess you left,” I wrap my drenched fist around my dick and begin stroking, noting the way she licks the seam of her lips, shifting her hips on the table. God. She’d let me fuck her right now, wouldn’t she?
Don’t do it. You’ll expose yourself.
Hell, I’m so close to outing myself as her obsessed pursuer already, staring her square in the eye while I grunt through increasingly aggressive strokes of my throbbing cock. Harder and harder. Drawing blood from my bottom lip with my teeth, imagining I’m balls deep in her pussy, pounding her like a fucking rag doll while I choke her pretty little throat.
“I’ll kill you if you don’t love me back,” I growl, snapping at her lips.
She blinks. Once, twice. “What?”
“That’s something he would say, isn’t it?” I pant.
“Oh. Y-yes.”
“Say it again. Baby, say it again. Lean back, open your thighs and say it. I’m an angel, but Daddy turns me into a wet slut. Say it. Now.”
She whispers those words back to me and the world breaks apart into thousands of pieces, my dick erupting in my fist, come squelching in my grip while I shove my face into her neck and wring myself out, bellowing at the top of my lungs. It feels like the first time I’ve ever had an orgasm, it’s so intense. And her scent, her shape, her smoothness only drives me higher, past a point I never knew existed until I almost black out.
The climax seems to go on for hours. When I’m finally spent, I thud into a kneeling position, body still quaking with shock over her perfection, landing between her thighs, and attempt to gather myself. Find a remaining conduit to rational thought…and somehow, I locate one, flimsy though it is.