Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Damn. Bet I could make you come like this. No hands. You’re so fucking responsive.”
“Yes. For you. All for you.” My babbling wasn’t making the most sense, but I was past caring. “Need you.”
“You want me to fuck you? Need you to ask. Tell me.”
“Fuck me, Daddy. Please,” I begged. And thank God my broken words pushed him into action as he hauled himself off his knees. The sound of the condom wrapper tearing cut through the quiet night. I was half-tempted to tell him to skip it since he had test results, fulfill the absolute filthiest of my secret fantasies, but the nervous part of my brain was still hanging around enough to keep me quiet.
And this was another way he was taking care of me, keeping me safe. Every action felt like another layer of caretaking, which made me feel that much more cherished. His seemingly endless patience for pampering me was the part of the Daddy dynamic I’d always craved but never thought I’d get.
“Turn,” he ordered.
“Huh?” I was still dazed from how good his fingers had made me feel. I’d expected him to fuck me like this, him behind me, us both standing, but apparently, Daddy had other plans.
“Against the wall. I wanna see you.”
“I’m not light,” I protested even as I spun and let him back me against the building, metal wall slick and cool against my back. Without my glasses, his features were a little blurry, but I could still make out the desire in his eyes.
“I’ve got you. Promise.”
“I trust you.” My belly quivered as he pushed me more snuggly into the wall before boosting me up, giving me little choice but to instinctively wrap my legs around him. Wait. That wasn’t true. I did have a choice, so much it was dizzying. I could stop this with a single word, or I could spur him on. “Please, Daddy. I’m ready.”
“Yeah, you are.” He squeezed my ass, fingers brushing my hole. “Such a good boy, taking my fingers so damn well.”
“Yes.” My body gave an involuntary shudder as he shifted my weight more to one side so he could line up his cock. Simply the pressure of his broad cockhead had me groaning. “Oh. Fuck. You’re so big.”
“You’re damn good for my ego, baby. Breathe,” he ordered. All his muscles were on display as he braced against the wall and pressed in a little at a time. His control and strength made me shudder. I’d never felt smaller or more important at the same time.
He thrust up in shallow movements while also lowering me microscopic amounts at a time. He was huge and overwhelming in every way possible, but it didn’t hurt, and I was desperate to take even more.
“Not that slow. More.” I tried to slam my ass down, but he wouldn’t let me, firm hands controlling every aspect of the fuck.
“Shh. Daddy’s driving, remember?”
My shoulders sagged against the wall as I gave up that last pretext of control, gave myself over to him. “Yes, Daddy.”
I didn’t have a ton of comparison, but his cock felt never-ending as he worked himself in, and my moans got lower and more primal as he filled me until finally, my ass was flush against his groin, his cock fully buried inside me.
“Tell me how you feel,” he demanded. Again with wanting my words. I tried to laugh, but it came out as another moan.
“Full.” My head lolled back, shoulders digging into the wall as I tried to summon some vocabulary for how surrounded by pleasure and comfort I felt. Precarious position and all, yet I’d never felt safer. “Feel you everywhere. Love it.”
“Yeah, that’s right.” Adam’s blue eyes were intense as he started a slow rhythm of thrusts. “Filling you up. Gonna fuck you more now.”
“Please.” Whatever he wanted to give me, I welcomed it, taking every thrust and whimpering with each retreat, falling deeper and deeper into the place where I existed only to be filled by him. My cock was dragging against my stomach, and I snuck a hand into the tight space between us. But I paused before I grabbed myself, the need to please him even greater than my own rising need. “Please?”
“Good boy.” His expression went hot and feral. “Touch yourself now, but don’t come.”
“I…” I was about to say I wouldn’t, but then my hand connected with my cock, and all I could do was moan. The sharp, searing pleasure of my grip combined with Adam’s hard, relentless fucking had me right on the edge. I couldn’t even tense my muscles to stave climax off as clenching around his cock had me even closer. “Need to come, Daddy. Fuck.”
“Not yet.” His voice was as intense and hard as his stare. Adjusting his grip on my ass, he angled me a little differently, way more pressure against my prostate as he pushed in over and over. “You’re taking my cock so good. Like you were made for this.”