Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
He moves, finally approaching me as I lie stretched. My arms have not moved from where he positioned them above my head. My knees are bent, open like a vulnerable patient ready for examination.
I gasp as he kisses my knee, then runs his tongue down the inside of my thigh. The vibration turns to shivers that clutch and release each muscle until I’m a trembling mess.
The warmth of his tongue swirls downward. I know his destination, and blood rushes to my sex.
The anticipation winds me tighter and tighter until I whimper and shake, waiting and praying for his mouth to contact my open, soaking slit.
“God, please…” I beg. I am not even sure what I’m begging for, but a deep need tears at me from inside. And in my very core, I know that Daddy understands and will give me what my soul craves.
His fingertips press into the soft flesh of my inner thighs, pushing me apart farther until my hip joints ache and refuse to move. I lie splayed in front of him, tied down without ropes, restrained by his power and my crazed fear and desire. I feel each fold of my wet lower lips peel apart, meeting with the cooler air as he spreads me in front of his face.
He regards me like an expert jeweler seeing a rough diamond, and with a skilled eye, deciding on the first, most important cut.
I can feel the heat from his face, the soft, humid flush of his breath. He is so close that my hips are shaking, and I want to scream and raise myself up. What is he waiting for?
“Please…” I beg. With that word, my body seizes into a knot as he plunges his mouth, open and gaping, onto my waiting sex.
Overwhelmed with sensations, my hips spasm, and the muscles in my lower back twist me into a U-shape. My spread thighs convulse as his tongue tastes me slowly, deliberately, from the top of my opening, down over the hood of my clit, into each fold, and finally, plunging deep into my dripping opening.
He laps and slowly devours me as my skin feels like it has been doused in freezing alcohol, then lit with a match. How can the simple connection of two parts of the human body entwine and converge to create such a sensation? It is beyond words. Pleasure is a shadow of what is happening right now as his tongue explores my flesh.
His face dances up and down as his tongue finds every space to explore. He looks up at me, those eyes attacking me as his mouth does its damage. He is an animal, tearing into me with lips, tongue, and teeth. My body seizes as he sucks around my clit, his fingers spreading my outer lips, giving him full and unfettered access to my most intimate parts.
The way he looks at me tells the story of how my pleasure is his pleasure. He watches for my reactions, moving instinctively up and down, sucking, then pushing his tongue into my opening, fucking me gently and slowly. Quickly, he begins to move faster, harder, his face thrashing back and forth as his tongue penetrates my dripping opening.
My belly tightens as he presses hard with his tongue, sucking firmly, then swirling around my clit in a magical rhythm that covers my body in goosebumps, and I feel like I am going to burst apart into a billion tiny pieces.
He focuses his mouth, consuming the top of my mons, and artfully lapping and sucking until I gasp, my fingers intertwined, and my hips take on a life of their own, pushing up and onto his face. He doesn’t stop, edging me toward that ultimate prize.
His mouth is unrelenting. I have never felt anything like this. A warm tickling begins in my feet, curling my toes, racing upward along the backs of my legs. In a split second, he pushes his face onto me, and my body detaches from my mind in an explosion of such sensual bliss, I scream into the soft white fabric of the canopy above.
He rides out my climax with his face planted firmly, laving my open slit until my hips jerk on his face, my body bounces on the bed, and my mind goes blank except for the pinnacle of pleasure that has erupted and threatens to leave me melted and useless on the silky, soft, white cotton sheets.
Then something happens. Waves of the most intense pleasure I have ever experienced in my life soften. I desperately want it to go on forever, but even as Daddy’s tongue and mouth begin to retreat, a sensual peace washes over me.
I have never experienced such calm, such thoughtlessness. It must be what drug users describe as that ‘cherry high’, something they crave forever after, a moment so perfect and pleasurable they spend the rest of their lives chasing it.