Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“Meanie,” I complained.
“You ask for permission to touch yourself when we play. Are we clear?”
Crap. “Yes, Daddy,” I answered sullenly.
“Good.” He cupped his hand over the head of my cock and twisted it on the downstroke, and that was the end of me. I quit. I gave up. I had no self-control left, so I leaned forward and kissed him. “Umph.”
Scratch that, I threw myself at him.
I got him wet. The shower head landed in the tub like a wild snake, and I didn’t give a shit.
Neither did he, though. Daddy surrendered as well, and he groaned lustfully into our messy, hungry kiss. We were making out like animals, and while he groped my butt, I started unbuttoning his shirt. He pushed two fingers inside me, which he shouldn’t have done. I think I stopped being human. I fisted his shirt and pulled him into the tub with me.
“Look at the mess we’re making, boy.” He pressed me up against the wall and kissed me hard, all while pushing his shirt off of his shoulders. “Do you need my cock that badly?”
I couldn’t speak. I nodded furiously and sank to my knees in the water. Once there, I got to work on his pants.
“Can I taste you in my mouth, Daddy? Please?”
He groaned and scrubbed at his face. “Since you asked so nicely.”
Excitement tore through me, and I didn’t even bother pushing his pants down past his hips.
He managed to shut off the shower.
I sucked him into my mouth. I coated him with my tongue, and I looked up at him. And I felt my eyes light up as a spurt of pre-come hit the roof of my mouth. Then I sucked harder, wanting more of his come.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered hoarsely. “That’s a good boy. You know how to make Daddy happy.”
If only he didn’t make me stop so soon… It felt like just a few seconds had passed when he ordered me to stop and to pull down his pants.
“I want you to ride me.” He hauled me to my feet as soon as his pants were pooling in the water, and then he took my place. He eased down into the water and extended a hand for me. “Get the lube too.”
I grabbed it for him, and he told me to move closer to his face. Oh God, so close. My cock was right there, but all he did was kiss my thigh. He was more focused on slicking up his fingers.
“Please, Daddy?” I asked, hopeful.
“What do you want? Ask me.” He slipped one finger inside me.
I flushed bright red. “You know,” I whispered.
Lucas’s eyes flashed with predatory decadence. “There he is. That sweet little angel of ours. Ask Daddy for what you want.”
I mewled at the pleasure of his fingers. Two now, with a third pushing right at the opening. “Like I did with you…”
“Mmm, what did you do?”
I gasped as he forced in a third finger all the way. “Oh God—I sucked on your cock, Daddy,” I moaned. “Can you do that to me also?”
“Close enough.” He dropped an openmouthed kiss at the base of my cock and licked the entire length. “Is this what you want?”
I held my breath and nodded quickly.
The sensations washing over me when he slowly took me into his mouth were almost too much to handle. So wet, so warm, so perfectly tight. I slid my fingers into his hair and thrust cautiously. It earned me a hum of approval, and it didn’t take long before we found the most seductive rhythm. I fucked his mouth, he fingered my ass, I rolled my hips, he took me even deeper. All of me. And swirled his tongue around me. I choked on a breath and thought for a second I was going to come.
Perhaps he noticed it too, and that was why he eased out.
“You’re ready, little boy.” He licked around my head and stroked my thighs soothingly. “Daddy’s cock is waiting for you.”
He helped me down so I could straddle his lap.
“Look at me.”
I looked at him. I sucked in a breath and held his gaze as he positioned himself at my hole and pushed slightly. The sting flared and morphed into a fire the more he pushed. Inch by inch, slowly filling me with his thick cock.
A gulp became a low sob when I’d taken all of him.
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you,” he murmured. “We’ll take our time, yeah? I know it hurts.”
“You’re so big, Daddy,” I whimpered.
He hugged me to him, pressed light kisses to my skin, and massaged my softening cock. It was the greatest conflict my brain had known, being torn between pain and pleasure like this.
It did something to me.
“That’s it,” he whispered comfortingly. “That’s my good boy. Keep relaxing for me.”
I took a breath and let it out slowly, getting adjusted to his size. I felt oddly shy and vulnerable, but at the same time, needier than ever. And not afraid to latch on to him like a Band-Aid.