Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 42185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
“No,” I say. “I still want to know you.”
He nods, but doesn’t smile.
“Kneel down.”
I do as he says, kneeling onto the plush carpet. He comes around his desk and stands in front of me, tilting my head up toward him, grabbing me by the cheeks and chin.
“Hazel, there’s more to this than you know,” he whispers. “Can you take it?”
“Yes,” I whisper back, not sure that I can.
“Good.” He releases my chin and unbuckles his belt. A thrill runs through me. “You have to swear something for me.”
“What?” I ask, breathless.
“I need something from you. It may seem strange at first, but you’ll understand what it means soon enough.”
“Anything.”
He pauses, releasing his belt. He slides his pants down, revealing a pair of black boxer briefs.
My eyes stare at his huge cock, straining against the cotton.
He steps out of his pants, folds them neatly, and places them over the back of a nearby chair. He returns to standing in front of me, this time closer. I could reach up with my lips and kiss the tip of his cock if I wanted, and I’m tempted. It’s thick and big, probably bigger than I realize, since it’s contained inside his briefs right now.
He leans down as if to kiss me, but moves his lips to my ear. “I need you to promise that I’ll always be your Daddy,” he says softly. “If you want to know me, I’ll be your Daddy and always take care of you. No matter what, you’ll do what I tell you, without a second thought. Do you understand?”
My heart’s beating so fast, I can’t breathe. “Yes,” I manage, even though I’m a jumble of confusion and desire.
“Good. You’ll always call me Daddy when we’re alone. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper.
Something flashes in his eyes.
“Say it again.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He nearly groans. “Again.”
“Daddy,” I whisper.
He kisses me, fist in my hair.
10
Mason
I slide my briefs down, my hard cock practically springing into my hand.
She stares up at me, trembling, half afraid, half excited. I can still hear that word on her lips.
Daddy.
Fucking hell, she’s so beautiful. I stroke myself as she reaches for my thick cock, taking it in her palm. I lean back, half sitting against the desk as she slides the tip of my cock into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I whisper. It’s so fucking warm and wet as she sucks my tip, licking me all over. She’s not holding anything back, sucking and licking my shaft and head, taking me into her mouth and trying to slide me into her throat.
But she gags. I’m too fucking big. I grab her hair and press her down again, groaning, and she gags again. I can see tears springing into her eyes.
But that doesn’t stop her. She sucks me faster, taking me into her throat as far as she can without gagging. I fuck her little mouth before letting her take over again.
She strokes my thick shaft. I love how huge I look in her little fist. I hold her hair tight and let her suck me faster, faster, and I know I can’t stand it any longer.
I’ve been patient. I waited for this. I held back and teased her, gave her what she wanted and needed, waited before I took what I wanted. Now, though, now I don’t have to wait anymore. I can have what I need, even if I shouldn’t, even if I should keep things professional.
It’s way too late for professional.
“Stand up,” I grunt.
She slides me from her throat with a gasp, spit trailing to my shaft.
“Yes, Daddy,” she says, getting to her feet.
“Undress.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She reaches behind her and slowly pulls the zipper of her dress down, shrugging it forward to let it fall down onto the floor. It drops in a puddle at her feet, and I stare at her milky, creamy fucking skin, slowly stroking myself with her spit still on my shaft.
Her breasts are full and her nipples are hard and pink as she takes her black bra off. She steps out of her panties and I bite my lip at her perfectly trim little pussy. She stands there staring at me, completely naked as I stroke my cock.
“Fucking hell, Hazel,” I whisper. “I didn’t know you were hiding that from me. I don’t think I would’ve been so patient.”
A little smile flickers on her lips. “I wasn’t hiding anything, Daddy.”
“Yes, you were.” I stand, cock still hard. I grab her hair and pull her against the desk, bending her over. “Look at this pretty ass, and this wet cunt.” I tease her with my hand, reaching around her from behind to rub her clit. She moans, a smile on her lips, wiggling her ass.
I spank her hard with my other hand. She gasps in surprise and stares at me, mouth hanging open. I spank her again, harder this time.