Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Picking up on the plaintiveness in my voice, he takes hold of the sides of my face, impressing a stern look on me. “I don’t think you’ll be taken seriously, baby. I know. There is nothing you can’t do. There is a reserve of strength inside of you, waiting to be used. Follow your path and no one else’s…and nothing can stop you from getting where you want to go.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, blinking moisture away rapidly. Involuntarily curling my fingers in the sides of his jeans, my intentions taking clearer shape inside of me. “Could you lift your hips for a sec?
“Sure,” he says without thinking, but when I pull down his jeans, as well as his boxers, tossing them away, he swallows heavily, his erection jutting up from his lap, mottled and painful looking. “What are you doing?” he asks hoarsely, his upper lip already shiny with sweat.
“Just talking,” I say innocently, before I peel off my tank top—watching his hips jerk, a little spurt of white spraying from the tip of his sex. “Well. Talking topless,” I amend, batting my eyelashes.
The rumble in his chest speaks of desperation, along with his eyes. “Ask me for anything, Jenna. Right now.” His irises are nearly black as he zeros in on my breasts, veins straining all over his herculean body. “God almighty. Standing there with your hot tits out in a skirt so short, I’d hardly need to lift it to take you from the back. Damn.” His chest shudders up and down. “I need to do something to deserve this king’s treatment.”
I settle my hands on his shoulders and lean close, dragging my tongue sideways between his sculpted lips. “I can ask you for anything?”
“Anything, baby.”
I settle my open lips against his ear. “May I please suck your cock so hard that my little girl mouth is sore in the morning?”
“Oh Jesus! Jenna,” he growls through his teeth—and he proceeds to masturbate, his fist rifling up and down that beefy, darkening trunk, knuckles white from the pressure he’s applying. “I can barely think about you sucking on it without coming, baby. No.”
“But you said I could have anything,” I murmur, pouting, doodling invisible circles into his chest hair. “I want to give my first blow job. Are you worried I won’t be good at it?”
Rivulets of sweat pour down the sides of his face, his fist still stroking in a furious rhythm. “God, no, I’m not worried…about that…” he pants. “I’m worried once you put my cock in that pretty mouth, I’ll be walking around with wood the rest of my life.” He looks conflicted. “Go down and give it a kiss and watch me blow every which way.”
“I want to suck,” I whine.
His curse is ragged. “Two sucks. That’s it.”
I jump up and down with excitement, and he looks near-death watching my breasts bounce, his hand jacking faster, his big feet shifting on the floor, a lump bobbing in his throat, as if something is coming. Instinctively, I hurry to my knees, taking over the job of milking him, though it takes my two hands, instead of one.
“Oh, my goodness, Daddy, it looks so much bigger from down here.”
His groans brokenly, his mighty thighs starting to quake, his hands searching for purchase, one gripping the edge of the trunk, the other fist capturing my long hair, wrapping the strands tight around his knuckles. “Two sucks. Two. Then get out of the way, baby.”
I slowly plump my lips against his engorged head, kissing and nuzzling. “Why?”
“I’m going to come like a motherfucker,” he says through his teeth. “Oh baby, I’m going to come so much, you could drown if it’s still in your mouth.”
I’ve never given a lot of thought to a man’s spend before, but I’m definitely thinking about it now—in terms of Penn, only. How stimulated he must be for his body to release a flood of pleasure. How I’m the one giving him that stimulation. And when I think about it that way, come is really hot, isn’t it? I want to experience it up close and personally.
So I stretch my lips around his monstrous arousal and start to work my mouth in an up and down massage, pleasure sensors lighting me up like a pinball machine. I moan and scoot my knees closer, the flesh between my legs getting swollen and achy, almost right away, from the raw, salty taste of Penn’s cock. The ridges and textures and how he prays to God in that guttural, shaky voice while I force his inches as deep as I can stand, using my resulting tears as lubricant to give him a tight hand job at the same time, my cheeks hollow with eager sucking.
My Daddy tastes so good, I say to him with my glazed eyes, my mouth full to capacity. Hurting my lips in the best way.