Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Please, Daddy—let me stroke your cock, just a little,” I begged in my best “baby girl” voice. “I promise I won’t be naughty—I just want to see how big it gets. Please?”
“I don’t know, Madison…” he hedged.
“Please, Jack,” I said in my regular voice. “I need to know what to expect. I mean, if I’m going to…going to let some guy put his…his knot in me, I need to know how big they get.”
This plea seemed to soften him more than me acting like his baby girl. In fact, he looked slightly stricken, probably at the thought of some other man knotting and breeding me.
“All right, Princess,” he said with a sigh. “You can stroke it just long enough to make it hard and watch the knot swell. But that’s all, all right?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said eagerly. Sitting up, I leaned over him and took his big, thick cock in my hands—I had to use both because it was definitely a two-fister. It wasn’t all the way hard yet but the minute I touched it, it twitched and began to grow.
Jack groaned, low in his throat, as I began to stroke him, loving the feel of his hot hardness in my hands. His scent was stronger now—the delicious smell of bonfires and fur and pine needles mixed with a strong, dark spice that was undeniably masculine. It made me want to lean down and take him in my mouth—to taste him and see if his flavor was as good as his scent—though that was certainly nothing I’d ever done before.
Giving in to the impulse, I leaned over and lapped the droplet of clear precum beading on the tip of his cock. It was delicious—salty, slightly bitter, and utterly Jack.
He gasped and pumped his hips involuntarily. And since I had my mouth open, this pushed the broad, plum-shaped head between my lips.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, sucking and swirling my tongue around the wide crown. I wanted more of his delicious precum and that seemed to be the best way to get it.
“Baby girl, no!” Jack groaned, pulling me gently but firmly off him.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I said, looking up at him as I licked my lips. “You just smell so good I wanted to taste you too. Mmm—you’re delicious.”
“I told you that you could stroke me, Princess—not suck me,” he growled reprovingly.
“I know. I’m sorry I got carried away.” I cast my eyes down penitently, idling stroking his hot, thick shaft up and down as I did so. “I guess I just wanted to taste your cream…just once.”
“That would be wrong, Madison, and you know it,” Jack lectured me, but I noticed he wasn’t trying to stop me from stroking his big, thick cock with my hands, even if he wouldn’t let me use my mouth. Sliding lower, I began to pay more attention to the knot, which had gotten considerably bigger since I had started this.
“Is this as big as it gets, Daddy?” I asked, running one fingernail lightly around the thick swelling. It was already so big that I would have sworn such a thing would never fit inside me. But after the expanding golden staff that Dr. Keller had put inside me, I thought it actually might—with a bit of thrusting and a lot of lube, anyway.
Jack shook his head.
“Gets bigger when I’m about to shoot,” he told me.
“Really?” I looked up at him with wide eyes. “Bigger than this?”
“That’s right, baby girl.” He nodded. “And now I think it’s time you stopped playing with Daddy’s cock.”
“But Daddy,” I pouted, looking up at him. “I really need to see how big it actually gets. I don’t want to be surprised tonight! I need to see you shoot your cream—just like you did last night, all over my belly,” I reminded him.
“That was before I knew you were a Were, baby girl,” he rumbled.
“Yes, but you were careful not to get any of your cream in my pussy, Daddy,” I reminded him. “So it’s okay. And this is okay, too. Please? I just want to see how big your knot gets when you shoot.”
He ran a hand through his thick black hair.
“Well…all right. Just once can’t hurt, I guess.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” I said, smiling at him. “So you’ll let me make you shoot? Any way I want to?”
“I guess so,” he said, nodding. “As long as I don’t shoot my cream in your pussy, I guess it should be all right, baby girl.”
That was exactly where I wanted his cream—where I needed it—but I knew he wouldn’t give it to me there. But maybe I could get it someplace else.
I began to stroke him up and down again, using both hands and making sure I included the thick knot at the base as I stimulated him. Then I leaned over and took the broad, plum-shaped head in my mouth again, sucking and swirling my tongue with all my might.