Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
She’s still sucking feverishly when I grab her by the hips and lift—she squeals, but it’s more surprise than protest, her hands catching on my thighs as I haul her up. The motion is easy, even with her full weight; I’m a big man and she’s light, but the rotation surprises her because instead of lifting her right side up, I spin her around so that her knees are on my shoulders, my cock still deep in her throat.
“Mmmph!” she squeals, upside down. “Ummmph!”
“That’s it,” I growl. “I need your pussy sweetheart, and a vertical 69 is the best way to get it.”
With that, I bury my face in her pussy, breathing her in—hot, sweet, just a little tang of salt from the sweat. Her thighs clamp tighter as I start lapping, slow at first, teasing her pussy lips apart, tasting her, then latching on to her clit and sucking until she gasps and loses her grip on my neck.
“Ummph!” she screams, my cock still deep in her throat. “Mmmph!”
“That’s right, baby,” I rasp. “You like it, don’t you? You’re Daddy’s cock-hungry little fuckslut.”
She squeals again, mouth still stuffed full, and I can feel the quiver of her stomach as she moans around the head of my cock, her own arousal spiking with every flick of my tongue.
She starts working my cock with both hands, jerking the shaft as she bobs her head, the pressure increasing with every pass. She’s ravenous, unashamed, spit running down her chin and onto my balls, making everything slippery and more intense. I moan into her slick cunt, the sound vibrating her core, and she hums in response, sending shivers up my spine.
“Fuck baby,” I rasp. “You have such a fuck-hungry little cunt. You know that? I can’t wait to get inside.”
But when I slide my tongue deep inside that little hole, I freeze. There’s a resistance—not much, just a thin veil of tissue, so delicate I’d miss it if I didn’t know exactly what to look for. But I do know. I’m a doctor, not to mention a man who’s had a lot of sex in the past. The barrier is unmistakable.
My stepdaughter’s hymen is still intact.
The realization lands like a punch to the chest, and for a second I lose my rhythm, stunned by the force of it. She’s still a virgin. Even after all this—after the massages, the blowjobs, the shameless teasing and dirty looks—no one has ever been inside her. No man has breached her innocence.
How the hell did this happen?
I’m the first man to touch her this way. I’m the only man who will ever taste her this way from this day on. The knowledge fills me with a possessive, almost feral heat; my jaw clenches, my hands grip her hips so hard I’m sure there will be bruises tomorrow.
But I don’t stop. I redouble my efforts, licking and sucking at her clit, then raking my tongue along the seam of her pussy lips, making her whole body tremble. She arches her back, the angle shifting, her ass pressing hard against my face, and I use my thumbs to pry her open and dive in even deeper, licking her hymen feverishly. She moans, louder this time, and her thighs shake on either side of my head.
“Yes, baby,” I rasp. “Let Daddy savor your innocence.”
Below me, she’s gone wild—her mouth is a wet furnace, sucking me down to the root, her hands milking the base as if she’s determined to wring every last drop from me. I can feel her saliva pooling in my lap, dripping down to the cedar slats below, mixing with the sweat and the oil.
I want to fuck her, to bend her over and drive my cock so deep she forgets every man but me. But not yet. Not tonight. Tonight, I want to savor this, to memorize every sensation, every sound, every taste. To own her, utterly, before I take the final step.
“You’re mine, baby. Your hungry little cunt belongs to Daddy, you hear? You’re Daddy’s personal fuckslut, who lets him use your creamy vag whenever I want.”
She whimpers, then shudders as I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard, swirling my tongue in tight, relentless circles. Her hips jerk, almost violent, and she cries out—muffled by my cock in her throat. The sound vibrates through me, a feedback loop of need, as she nears the edge.
“You’re such a fucking good girl,” I growl, pulling her hips tighter to my face. “You love sucking Daddy’s cock, don’t you?”
She moans, a guttural sound, and nods without ever losing her rhythm. She’s drooling now, spit running in strings from her lips to my cock, her tits bouncing with every thrust of my hips. I feel her legs tense, her whole body going rigid, and I know she’s right at the edge.