Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Does that hurt, baby girl?” he asked, his tone almost concerned.
“A little,” I admitted, my voice small.
“It’s important to keep clean,” he explained, continuing his thorough washing. “Especially after Daddy uses this tight little hole.”
His finger replaced the washcloth, probing gently at my sensitive opening. I gasped, my forehead pressing against the tile as he slipped the digit inside.
“Still so tight,” he murmured appreciatively. “Even after taking Daddy’s cock.”
His finger moved deeper, exploring me from the inside while his other hand reached around to my front. A finger on that hand pushed into my pussy, then curled to find a spot that made me cry out. My knees buckled as pleasure shot through me like lightning.
“Oh!” I cried out, my body convulsing around his invading digits. “Daddy, please!”
“That’s it,” he murmured, working a second finger inside my sensitive bottom while his other hand moved to rub my clit. “Come for Daddy again, Little Lulu. Show me how much you love having your bottom played with.”
The dual stimulation was too much. My orgasm crashed over me with shocking intensity, my inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his fingers as I sobbed with pleasure and shame. My legs trembled so violently I would have collapsed if not for his strong arm around my waist holding me up.
“Good girl,” Jax praised as the aftershocks rippled through me. “Now it’s time to clean Daddy properly.”
He guided me down to my knees on the shower floor, the water still cascading over us both. My legs felt like jelly, my mind foggy from the intensity of the orgasm he’d just forced from me.
“Take this,” he instructed, handing me a fresh washcloth. “Clean Daddy’s cock. Make sure you get everything.”
With trembling hands, I took the cloth and began to gently wash his semi-hard member. It twitched under my ministrations, growing firmer as I carefully cleaned away the evidence of where it had been. The knowledge of what I was washing away made my face burn with humiliation.
“That’s enough,” Jax said after a minute, taking the cloth from my hands. “Now use your mouth. Show Daddy how grateful you are for all the pleasure he gave you.”
I hesitated only briefly before leaning forward to take him into my mouth. His hand tangled in my wet hair, guiding me as I began to suck. The taste of soap and something musky filled my senses as I worked my tongue around his hardening shaft.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his grip tightening in my hair. “Take it deeper, baby girl. Show Daddy what a good cocksucker you’re becoming.”
I did my best to soften my mouth as he began to thrust gently into it. His breathing grew ragged, his movements more urgent as I used every trick I could think of to please him.
“Look at me,” he commanded. “I want to see those pretty eyes while you suck Daddy’s penis.”
I raised my gaze to meet his, the water streaming down my face as I continued to work him with my mouth. Something dark and possessive flashed in his eyes at the sight, his hips jerking forward more forcefully.
“I’m going to come,” he warned, his voice strained. “And you’re going to swallow every drop like a good little girl.”
Moments later, he tensed, his cock pulsing as hot spurts of semen filled my mouth. I swallowed desperately, my daddy’s seed burning my throat a little, but at the same time making me perversely proud to have become such a big, bad girl.
Jax turned off the shower, the sudden silence broken only by our heavy breathing and water dripping from our bodies. His fingers traced my cheek, an oddly tender gesture after everything he’d just done to me.
“Stand up, Little Lulu,” he said, his voice gentler than before.
I rose on shaky legs, my body still tingling from the multiple orgasms he’d forced from me. Jax reached for a large, fluffy towel and began drying me with the same paternal care he’d used that morning after the bath, starting with my hair and working his way down. The soft fabric felt soothing against my abused skin, especially when he reached my welted bottom, where he was surprisingly gentle.
“Arms up,” he instructed, and I obeyed automatically, letting him dry beneath them, then down my sides and between my legs. The intimacy of being dried like a child made my cheeks burn, yet I couldn’t deny the strange comfort it provided.
When he finished, he handed me another towel. “Now dry Daddy,” he said, his eyes watching me with a predatory intensity that sent a shiver through my limbs.
I took the towel with trembling hands and began patting his broad shoulders dry, then his muscular chest. I worked my way down his torso, kneeling to dry his legs. When I reached his cock, I hesitated, looking up at him uncertainly.
“Everything, Little Lulu,” he said, his lips curving into a predatory smile.