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)
My heart pounds like I’m running for my life. My lungs burn with the same drowning feeling again in this moment. My hands shake as I looked up into his handsome face.
“I am your little finch, Daddy,” I tell him, my voice taking on the soft sweetness I know it needs with him. “I don’t want to fly away.”
He releases a long breath, running his hand down his face. I feel the heat and gush of wetness gather between my legs.
“Good girl. Daddy’s good girl. Come here.”
His belt buckle makes a soft clink as he opens his pants, pulling his shirt tails out and tearing off his shirt.
I crawl toward him, my hands already reaching to feel the smooth hardness of his body. He frees his full, engorged length from his pants, and I instinctively encircle it with my hands.
It is hardened steel wrapped with silken skin. A paradox that only serves to inflame my already overflowing lust.
“You’re going to apologize with your mouth.”
“I’ve never done this before, Daddy.”
“Lick your lips, then lick the tip. Then, lick up and down until you have it good and wet. Then I will guide you.”
I do as he says, so eager to give this to him, it’s like Christmas morning, only I’m Santa bringing the gifts.
The smooth softness of the tip feels spongy against my lips as I draw it in, then lower my mouth to the hard shaft.
I follow the line of a throbbing vein that stands out on top of the granite rod, licking and wetting him while I discover every furrow and fold, every bump and vein, as they snake around and thump with his heartbeat.
His hands are on mine, showing me how to move them up and down, pumping the lower part of his rock-hard shaft while my lips cover the head, and I sink down, drawing him inside.
“Good, yes, suck and lick…”
His hands move to my head. His fingertips push me up and down to match his rhythm. I suck as I taste his flavor, and it spreads over my tongue. I bob up and down as he guides my head, pressing his length farther and farther into my mouth.
“Relax your throat and take it, babygirl… Just relax and take it deeper.”
He pushes my head down, each inch going farther and farther until it cuts off my air. I pull back, trying to draw in oxygen through my nose as I lick and swirl, until I hear his breath coming faster.
Daddy moans, and I feel a swell of pride fill my heart. I want so badly to please him. I do my best to open my throat as my hands pump up and down on the hard core under the soft skin.
I begin to make slurping noises as I suck hard, my tongue following up and down the bottom side and flicking at the tip when it passes over.
“Oh yes, so nice… My good girl.” His voice lowers, and I know I’m bringing him the same pleasure he brought me with his mouth. “Daddy’s good girl.”
I suck and lick until I feel the tip grow, and the ridge deepen. A slick, salty flavor tickles my tongue, and from the stories my friends have told me, I know he’s close to coming. I suck harder, needing to taste the thick, hot spray.
“God, yes… Daddy’s close, baby…”
He shoves my face lower, making me gag and choke, but I don’t want to stop. I want his cum in my mouth. I want to please him more than anything.
I choke as he shoves me deeper once more, his fingertips tightening and tangling in my dark, slick hair. I hear a deep moan escape his chest as the first spray of hot, thick liquid hits the back of my throat. It is more than I expect. A huge amount comes out of him in three or four jets. I swallow as much as I can, my eyes watering and saliva and cum running down my chin.
He pulls out of my mouth, and his hand jerks the tip quickly, then he shoots two more streams of cum onto my chest as I watch in wonder. Sandy grit scratches between my toes as I curl them. The dried saltwater makes my skin feel tight.
His climax only seems to inflame him more. He stands, grabs me by my hands, and stands me in front of him. My skin feels alive as his hands trace downward, fingers dancing outside my ready, wet lips as he dives inside, feeling the dripping arousal as he pushes into my still-sore opening.
I moan as the pain and pleasure once again explode over my body.
He flicks and swoops into me, pressing down on my open slit and sending a jolt of deep need through me as I hug his fingers inside.
Delirious with my lust, I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling his face to mine. His tongue swoops quickly into my mouth as our kisses breathe fire into each other. Ecstatic moans echo around me as he plays inside my slick channel like a pianist playing a concerto.