Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
My mouth hits her hand first, but she pulls it away to give me full access. She snakes it around my face, gripping the back of my neck, and buries my face tighter against her. I slip my tongue out and coat it in her nectar. Fireworks instantly shoot off in the back of my head. Euphoric bliss grips me in the loins as I lap up every ounce of her wetness.
“Yes, Daddy, don’t stop,” she mewls and grinds against my face.
Once I’m satisfied with the foreplay licks, I slot my thumb at her entrance. It might be shorter than my other fingers, but it’s pretty thick, and while my mouth moves higher to swallow her clit, I jam my digit inside of her.
Carrie’s body snaps forward, and she wriggles frantically at the sensations. I flick the tip of my tongue against her clit, rolling circles around it, feeling as it blossoms out in my mouth, all while thrusting and curving my thumb as far and deep as it can go.
Frantic, choked noises erupt from above. Attempts to speak, probably say something dirty or say the word she knows tips me over the edge, but nothing can pass the impenetrable wall of moans.
And then it happens. Thrust full of pleasure, Carrie’s flood gates open, and before I have a chance to notice, her thighs and my face are coated in her delicious juices.
“You didn’t tell me you were about to cum, Baby,” I whisper against her pussy, before diving in for a second round of my all-you-can-eat Carrie buffet.
“I’m s-sorry, D-D-Daddy,” she mutters, lost in her own lust-induced trance. “It happened so quickly. I couldn’t think.”
“And that’s exactly how I want you.”
Satisfied with how I’ve already broken her, I pull myself up to my feet. I extend my hand to Carrie, and she takes it, allowing me to pull her to her feet. She wobbles at first, giggling delightedly as her legs don’t work properly.
“Daddy wants you to get on your hands and knees, Baby,” I say.
She nods and turns around. She bends over before she gets back on the bed, pressing her round ass against my cock before she moves.
“Whoopsie,” she says playfully before following my order.
And what a fucking sight it is to have her on all fours. Her perfect ass, high in the air, would’ve been enough, but seeing her tight pussy between her thick, milky thighs makes me want to fall back in for another round of licking.
But my head is at odds with that thought. My mind sure says yes, but the throbbing ache between my legs has different plans for my little girl. I get on my knees behind her on the bed, resting my hands on her ass. I spread the cheeks for another long look at Carrie’s holes, eager to get inside.
“Are you ready?” Nothing about her says she isn’t. She’s practically slamming her ass into me to sneakily get me inside of her.
“Yes, Daddy. Give it to me.” It’s her turn to demand.
But her wish is my command.
I grab the base of my cock and drag the tip up and down her slit until it’s coated and glistening in her juices. Lubed up and ready, I press myself against her entrance, knees weak from the tightness engulfing me.
I slam forward, burying myself to the balls in her sheath.
She cries out, and my own noises are somewhat similar. The sounds echo in the quiet room, and I have to pause right there in fear of emptying my balls inside her too soon. I grip onto her ass and squeeze it tight for stability, while Carrie’s front half drops lower into the bed.
“You’re so fucking tight, Baby.” I’m panting, which makes talking very difficult.
“Is that a good thing, Daddy?” She asks.
I can’t tell if she’s genuinely curious based on her lack of knowledge and experience, or if she’s playing along to drive me crazy. The answer, I realize, is irrelevant.
“It’s amazing. I can feel your walls squeezing my cock.”
“That sounds sore,” she says, flinging her head over a shoulder to look at me.
I should’ve known trying to explain anything under these circumstances would be hard. I didn’t expect my mind to be this empty when I started talking, though.
“It’s not. It’s the best feeling in the world.” The sheepish grin on Carrie’s face tells me she isn’t serious, but I’d scream this truth from the heavens if I could. And the best part is, no one else will ever know how good she feels.
“Then why did you stop, Daddy?” She asks, looking puzzled. My obvious answer is that I want to stay inside her tight warmth for as long as I can, but I struggled explaining how good this feels. There’s no way I’m getting into the embarrassing conversation of cumming too soon because of it. “You’re not gonna hurt me anymore.”