Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Turn around and let Daddy undress you,” I say, and she does. I reach for the bow at the small of her back, fingers fumbling as I untie it, then let the fabric fall open. She gasps at the chill on her skin, but doesn’t cover herself. The dress slides from her shoulders, down her arms, pools around her ankles like rose petals.
She stands in a pink bra, g-string, and heels, her body so perfect it makes my cock ache.
I kneel, just for a second, to slide the dress away. My face is level with her ass, round and high, barely caged by a whisper of rose mesh. I run my hands up her calves, over the backs of her knees, and she shivers.
“Good girl,” I say, letting my voice go low, deeper than before.
She turns, arms crossed over her chest, as if she wants to hide. I pull her hands away.
“Let me see,” I say, and she does—shoulders back, breasts bare except for a bra that does nothing to hide their size. They’re huge, pendulous, nipples already hard through the lace.
“Jesus Christ,” I whisper, then catch her eyes. “You’ve got the biggest tits I’ve ever seen on a girl your age, sweetheart.”
She blushes bright, but instead of turning away, she straightens, pushing her chest out like a challenge.
“Do you say that to all your ladies?” she asks, voice quavering but proud.
“Only the ones I want to keep,” I growl.
I cup her breasts in both hands, squeezing, kneading, lifting them until they threaten to spill from the bra. She sighs, a little moan escaping, and I bury my face between them, biting and kissing every inch of skin I can reach. I want to eat her alive.
“Daddy,” she whispers, and I freeze.
The word goes straight to my dick, a chemical reaction I have no control over.
“Say it again,” I rasp, squeezing harder.
“Daddy,” she says, louder now, and I know I’ll never recover.
I stand, towering over her, and kiss her—mouth open, hungry, devouring her in a way that’s as much apology as it is claim. She kisses back, just as hard, hands clinging to my shirt like she’s afraid I’ll disappear.
I break away, just enough to speak. “Do you want this, Kitty Kat?”
She nods, breathless. “Please.”
“Then you have to say it. I need to hear it.”
She swallows, eyes huge and shiny. “I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Please. Claim my innocence because it’s yours.”
I almost lose it right then.
I kiss her again, then step back, just enough to look at her. “Take off the bra, Kitten.”
She reaches behind, unhooks it, lets it drop to the floor. Her tits are even bigger out of the lingerie, heavy and white, nipples dusky pink and standing at attention. I run my tongue over one, then the other, sucking hard enough to make her gasp.
“Such pretty teats,” I say, teeth grazing the tip. “You like when Daddy does that?”
“Yes,” she moans, arching her back. “I love it.”
“Good girl,” I say, and kneel again, hands on her hips, mouth on her stomach, working lower. The g-string is soaked already, the triangle of mesh almost transparent. I drag it down her thighs, slow, savoring the scent of her—musky, sweet, perfect. Her pussy is shaved, the lips fat and pink, already glistening.
I kiss her thighs, then her mound, and she shivers.
“Have you ever had a man go down on you, Kat?”
She shakes her head, a nervous laugh bubbling out.
“Only you, Daddy.”
“Good,” I growl. “That’s the way it should be. Your horny cunt is reserved for Daddy and only my kisses can make you feel good.” Then, I run my tongue over her clit, slow and deliberate, savoring her slickness.
She cries out, grabbing my hair, hips jerking. I lap at her, circling the clit, then plunging my tongue inside. She tastes like sugar mixed with honey, and I want more.
“Oh—Daddy, please,” she gasps, rocking her hips against my face.
I suck her clit, flicking it with my tongue, and she melts, knees buckling. I slide two fingers inside, feeling how tight she is—how unbroken, how impossible—and it almost undoes me.
“God, you’re so small, baby,” I growl, standing, lifting her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, clinging to me like a life raft.
I carry her to the bed, lay her down gentle as spun glass, and strip out of my own clothes. She watches, wide-eyed, as my cock springs free, thick and deep purple, veins snaking up the shaft.
“Oh, Daddy!” she whispers, eyes locked on it. “Oh my god!”
“It’s big,” I admit, stroking it for her benefit. “But I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
She spreads her legs, hands shaking as she reaches for me.
I kneel between her thighs, cock in hand, and rub the tip of my cock up and down her slit, gathering her wetness. I push in, just a little, and she tenses.