Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
That maybe I’m not pretending at all.
I gag hard, and only then does he slide his fingers out of my mouth, slowly, reminding me who’s in charge with both his pace and his remaining grip on my chin. “What did you say to me?” he repeats softly.
There are tears on my face, but I feel like I’m on fire as I stare at him. I slowly lick my lips. “Yes, Daddy.” My voice is hoarse. It’s strange to talk around his grasp digging into my chin. “I’ll take your fingers and thank you when you make me come again.”
Shane’s gaze drops to my lips and then he drags me to his mouth.
I have spent far longer than I’ll ever admit wondering what it would be like to be kissed by this man. Fantasy doesn’t come close to reality. There’s no tentativeness, certainly no gentleness. He takes my mouth like a conquering king, forcing me wide to allow his tongue, angling me exactly where he wants me. He fucking plunders me. Somehow the kiss is just as erotic as everything we’ve done so far, only made more so that I can taste evidence of myself all over his tongue. I’m all over him.
I forget about the camera. I forget about everything except my need for him. I drag my mouth from his and sob against his lips. “Please fuck me. I need you.”
Shane exhales harshly against my mouth. “There are condoms in the bathroom cabinet. Go get them.”
I don’t question his order. I simply obey, climbing to my feet and hurrying into the small downstairs bathroom to get a string of condoms. When I get back to the living room, he’s on the couch and pulling his cock out. I stop short. Holy shit, he’s huge. Like really, really huge. “Whoa.”
Shane gives me his arrogant grin. “Get over here and get on your Daddy’s cock like a good little girl.”
He grabs the condoms from me and rips one open, rolling it over his length as I watch. I can’t catch my breath, can’t do anything but move to straddle him and shiver as he notches his cock at my entrance. I half expect him to drive up into me, but Shane sits back and lets me make this choice. As if I had any other destination in mind when I showed up here tonight. Somehow, through all the hazy reasoning that put me on this path, I never expected to enjoy myself so much.
I let gravity make the choice for me, sinking slowly onto his length. Except that only goes so far. He’s too big to slide in with a single stroke the first time, and I’m left panting and writhing and trying to take him deeper. “God, that feels good.”
“Take it all.” His hands on my hips, slowly, inexorably dragging me down until I’m sure I can feel him in the back of my throat. “There you go.” He sounds almost kind, almost caring, as he impales me on his cock. Shane hooks the back of my neck and then his mouth is on mine again, kissing me like he needs me more than air to breathe.
I fight my way up his cock and then resume my journey, fucking him slowly until my body accommodates, and then moving faster. The rest of the scene registers in between slow blinks. The fact that he’s still fully clothed. How naked I am by comparison. It’s like a continuation of our power dynamic, but I can’t tell if I’m the tempting siren or the submissive. I don’t know which I want to be.
“You’ve wanted this cock a long time, haven’t you?” His voice rips me out of my daze. “Walking around my house in those little teases of outfits, bending over a little too far so I almost see your pretty pussy. You wanted to tempt me.”
“Maybe,” I whisper. “I liked the way you looked at me. I liked thinking about being bad with you.” I never would have done it if things didn’t come to this point… At least, I don’t think I would have. But that doesn’t stop us from spinning out our unforgivable fantasy. I brace my hands on his shoulders and grind down hard on his cock. “I didn’t have to walk in a towel from the bathroom to his room. I didn’t have to slow down every time I walked past your bedroom like that.”
“I know.” He tightens his grip on my hips, urging me to move faster.
“I almost dropped the towel once.” I don’t even know if it’s the truth. I don’t care. “Just to see how you’d react.” I can almost picture it, my new version of the events that day, of catching sight of him in his bedroom, watching me with those dark eyes, pinning me in place. Of letting the towel fall… “What would you have done?”