Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
I arched my back into him and deepened the kiss. He growled in his throat and skimmed his hand up my torso to trace his fingertips along the edge of the dress above my breasts. He kneaded my sensitive flesh firmly, and my nipples hardened at his touch. My breathing became ragged, and I pulled away, desperate to fill my lungs with air.
His hand moved behind me for the bottle of Champagne. My blood ran hot as he smirked at me and popped the bottle. “Thirsty, sweetheart? You’re twenty-one now.”
I laughed, grabbing one of the champagne flutes.
“You won’t be needing that baby. Open wide.”
I tilted my head back and watched as Sebastian tipped the bottle to his mouth. He moved the bottle close to my mouth, and I assumed he’d tip the bottle for me, too, but he spat what was in his mouth into mine. “Be a good girl and drink it down.”
I swallowed, and all I could think about was how hot I was for this man and all the depraved things he did to me and made me do. “More. I need more, Daddy.”
“Tell Daddy what you want. I want you desperate and needy for me, slut. I want you begging because that’s how you make me feel, Angel. Desperate for more.”
My body was going to combust with need. Sebastian made me feel so desirable, and everything was on the table when I was with him. I craved his touch, his depravity, his encouragement. This man had become my world, and I was his.
“Please, Daddy. I need to be used like your good little fuck toy. I want to do whatever you want, Daddy. I want you to fill my holes and make me a good slut. Daddy’s good slut.”
He gripped the top of my dress and ripped it straight down the middle. He released an animalistic growl before liquid dripped down my chest and trickled down my stomach.
He placed his other hand behind my back and reclined me against the seat, allowing him better access to my body.
“All I’ve been thinking about is fucking my tight pussy until you beg me to stop.”
Sebastian flicked his tongue along the edge of my lace-trimmed bra before tearing it with his teeth. My skin tingled with desire, and my nerve endings heated instantly. My whole body buzzed with lust for him, and I lifted my hips, seeking the friction I needed. Cupping my breasts, he pressed them up so the flesh overflowed in his hands and used his teeth to softly bite and lick my sensitive nipples. He was driving me insane with need, and I craved skin-to-skin contact.
I shrieked as he lifted me, and my eyes widened as he grabbed the Champagne bottle and pointed the neck at my pussy. “Remember that night with the beer and how I told you I wanted to drink from the source?”
Cold liquid trickled onto my clit right before his hot tongue. “Mmm. Daddy’s favorite flavor is your sweet cunt.” He placed one finger inside me, followed by another, and then a third. “My pretty slut, wet and needy.”
He moved a finger to my ass. I moaned as he pushed inside, but I was sad that my pussy wasn’t as full now. “Daddy, my pussy feels so empty.”
I jerked as he pushed the Champagne bottle inside me.
“Not anymore. I know how much my whore likes her fuck holes filled by her daddy. But I’m also thirsty. I can’t decide if I want to drink your cunt juice or champagne. So you know what I’m going to do, little girl?”
I pouted, playing along with the game we loved so much. “Drink from my pussy, Daddy. I know you’re thirsty.”
He pushed my hips back and tilted the bottle. Liquid spilled into my pussy and gushed from the sides of my lips. He moved the bottle up and down my cunt, fucking me slowly.
He knelt under me, his head beneath my exposed pussy as he pulled the bottle out. “Be a good girl and sit on Daddy’s face.”
“Oh, Daddy. I can’t do that. What if I suffocate you?”
He gripped my hips and pulled me down. “Then I’ll die a happy fucking man. Let me eat this hot cunt until you drench Daddy’s face.”
I tried and failed to grip the leather seats. My desire heightened as I watched the champagne flood from me and drench his shirt.
“Fuck,” he mumbled between licks. “I think this is the only way I’ll be drinking booze from now on. Directly from your perfect pussy.”
“Daddy, I’m going to come.”
He chuckled into my pussy. His tongue moved in and out of me as my eyes rolled back and my body stiffened. “Come all over my face, baby. I want to drown in your cum. Show Daddy how much you like it when he tongue fucks your dirty cunt.”