Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Did you bring your pillow for a reason?” he murmured.
“Yes, Sir.” I planned on staying a while. “This is my new pacifier, Daddy.”
“Jesus,” he whispered.
I closed the distance and nuzzled the soft, warm skin, and I brushed my lips along the length before I suckled on the head. I licked it, so it’s mine. And so forth. Then I slowly sucked him in, licking as much of him as I could, and he exhaled and got comfortable on his pillow.
It was time for me to do the same. I closed my eyes, let my cheek rest on the pillow, and slipped a hand back to Daddy’s butt cheek. He took the hint and scooted closer, effectively burying himself deeper, and my morning was officially made.
I tried not to be too selfish—I truly wanted to please him—but this was for me, mostly. I loved to suck cock, and I already knew this was going to be much more meaningful than my past experiences.
We eased into a seductive, unhurried rhythm, where he pushed forward a little, and so did I. Both of us lying on our sides, comfortably, and I had his fingers in my hair, the sensations sending shivers down my spine.
“Lie still, baby,” he whispered huskily. “Pretend you’re asleep.”
Oh God.
That was another fantasy of mine!
I stilled my movements after swirling my tongue around the head of his cock a few more times, because I had a feeling I wouldn’t do that if I were asleep. Then I relaxed completely and focused solely on his cock.
“What a perfect view,” he murmured. “Remember your safewords?”
I nodded.
“Good boy.”
Back and forth, back and forth, he worked his cock in my mouth, rubbing the head against the back of my throat. And I didn’t swallow. I let the saliva coat him and pool in my mouth.
He cursed under his breath and pulled out, and I felt him stroke himself, the tip brushing against my lips.
I made a sleepy, whining sound of complaint that made him moan.
“Don’t worry—Daddy’s got your pacifier here.” He pushed in again, and I settled down once more. I hoped he didn’t withdraw for anytime soon, ’cause I wanted him in my mouth for a long, long time.
He sort of obeyed.
Every now and then, in between lulling moments of him slowly fucking my mouth, he pulled out to hear me whimper in protest, then to watch me reach for him and suckle greedily.
Sometimes, he slowed down too. Judging by his breathing, he was trying to hold back and not come yet.
I just wanted to suck him!
“Fuck it,” he exhaled.
He pulled out—again!—and this time with jerkier motions, causing the bed to rattle as he moved around. And he hadn’t told me to “wake up,” so I waited quietly and kept my eyes closed.
Uh-oh, I knew that sound! He’d opened a bottle of something.
“Daddy can’t wait any longer.”
Yesssss!
Okay, I could suck more on him later.
The mattress dipped as he returned to me, this time to cover my body with his and nudge me onto my stomach. A shudder ran through me, and I felt all of him. All of him. His featherlight kisses against my neck, the short hairs on his chest tickling my back, his slicked-up cock wedged between my butt cheeks, his strong thighs cradling my own, and one of his hands roaming my side.
He trapped my earlobe between his teeth. “I heard you’re not supposed to wake a little one when he’s asleep.” Just then, he gripped his cock and slid it between my butt cheeks, spreading the oil he must’ve applied in a quick rush. “My beautiful boy…” He kissed my hair and breathed me in, and I did my absolute best not to tense up and move.
Gah. Not moving became nearly impossible when he replaced his cock with two fingers and dug deeper, at the same time as he kissed my neck hungrily, teasing my skin with both his tongue and his raspy scruff.
“Just relax, sweetheart. It’s a dream.”
I’ll say!
He took his time preparing me, fingering me unhurriedly, and I could admit I got impatient. I didn’t use my dildo or vibrator at home to fantasize about one day getting fingered. I wanted Daddy’s cock. I wanted it to sting, to burn, to turn me all breathless. I’d fantasized about having a Daddy who rapefucked me into oblivion, who couldn’t resist me, who couldn’t stop when I asked him to.
I exhaled shakily when he withdrew his fingers, at long last, and pressed the head of his cock against me again. And this time, he didn’t stop.
The pain was instant—the second more than the head was in, the fiery hurt welled up and shot through me, and I couldn’t help but whimper and go rigid.
“Shh, sweet boy. Daddy’s gonna take care of you. Go back to sleep.”
Goose bumps rose across my skin, more so where his body heat touched me.