Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44617 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
But it was true. Thorn had taken the frilly dress in two hands and literally ripped it down the center so that the material fell apart, my creaminess on display.
“Oh!” I gasped again, breasts quivering under his hot gaze, nether lips plushly pink. “Oh!”
And Thorn bent his head to suckle a nipple, gripping the nub between his teeth before biting down, hard.
“Ah!” I cried out, throwing my head back, eyes closing ecstatically. “Ah ah ah!”
“That’s right,” he rumbled against my breastflesh, squeezing the white orbs with his hands. “That’s right, aww, fuck I love huge gazongas.”
And I mewled helplessly, pushing forward into his mouth, welcoming this man. Because my body isn’t that of a standard prima ballerina. I’m much too big, too generous, and ballerinas don’t usually have tits. Typically they’re shaped like planks or teenage boys, chests as flat as a board.
So to have a man worshipping my goodness, stuffing my nips into his mouth hungrily, buoyed my self-esteem. And this wasn’t just any man, this was a man who knew dance, who had once been a ballet dancer himself. Oh god, it felt so good emotionally and physically. It was so satisfying because not only was I feeding my man, but he couldn’t get enough, he loved the huge creamy mounds, the assets that were all me.
“Oh!” I cried out again as he bit me once more before settling into a deep suck. “Oh oh!”
But Mr. Channing wasn’t done yet. With a nasty grin, he looked up, those blue eyes hot.
“Suck yourself,” he indicated, nodding at my other breast. “Let me see baby suck herself.”
I stared at him, eyes wide. But it hadn’t been a mistake, and Mr. Channing jerked his chin at my boob again.
“Lick yourself,” he commanded, dick twitching against my leg. “Stuff your other boobie in your mouth, don’t make me say it again.”
And slowly, his words made sense. Because as someone with generous assets, I have flesh to mold and play with. And right now, Thorn wanted me to play with myself, showing off the creamy sacks of milk. So with a tentative hand, I palmed my left tit.
“Like this?” I asked hesitantly, squeezing gently. Oh god, it felt good, my breasts were so full and achy, electric jolts running straight to my cunt. “Like this?”
Thorn’s gaze grew even hotter, zooming up to a hundred degrees.
“Into your mouth,” he growled again. “Now.”
The command in his voice was my downfall, because I couldn’t disobey. I couldn’t say no, and with a trembling hand, I lifted my tit to my lips, lapping experimentally at the hard crest. Oh! It felt so good, my tongue reaching out to twirl tentatively around my nipple, sampling my own sweetness. Oh fuck, it felt so good, and I kissed myself again before delicately sucking the hard tip into my mouth.
Thorn watched, eyes blazing even as he dropped a kiss on my other nipple.
“That’s right, baby girl,” he rasped. “You have to get used to taking Daddy’s orders, that’s the only way this is gonna work.”
I mewled helplessly, still sucking on my breast. But then something within took over, and I popped it out, never dropping his gaze.
“Daddy, you wanna suck?” I whispered, offering the wet nipple to him. “You wanna suck?”
And with a growl, Thorn was on it. The alpha leaned forward, and lapped at my tit, running his teeth lightly over the pink crest before nodding to me again.
“Now you again,” he commanded.
And oh god, but it was so dirty. Thorn and I took turns lapping at my nips, enjoying the big gazongas, sharing the creamy goodness. I’d take a lick, and then he would, and we’d rotate, filling ourselves with white breastflesh. My cunt shivered down below, and oh god, but I could see the snake in his pants growing, insistent and enormous, the tip literally poking out over his waistband, glistening wetly under the light.
“Daddy,” I gasped, eyes glued to his fuckpole. “Let me taste,” I whispered. “Let me help you.”
That cock jerked visibly then, spurting a little at my offer.
But Thorn shook his head, dark streaks slashing his cheekbones, a muscle in his jaw jumping.
“Naw baby girl, thanks for the ask but we’ll do it next time. Because Daddy is so fucking hard for you honey, I can’t wait. I need to get in that snatch, I need to feel that sweet pussy creaming on me.”
I raised big brown eyes to him, seized by the bright blue. But no words came to my lips, so I spoke with my body instead. Lifting my wrists, I held them in front of him wordlessly, offering to be bound. And the gleam in his eyes deepened, fuckrod jerking again.
“Yes,” he growled. “Yes, baby girl, Daddy will take you up on this.”
But he didn’t tie me up immediately. Instead, I was hauled into those arms and carried into one of the bedrooms, the one with a big blue bed and dark wood furniture.