Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
“But you said I was a good girl.” She bites her lips and smiles, cheeks turning red.
“Good girls make the best bad girls. Right, Selma? Or is it Anastasia?”
I’ve been rock hard since we got in the car and seeing the hope in her eyes pushes me forward.
I look at her. Her youth. Her innocence. Her naiveté.
We shouldn’t fit, but we do. Perfectly.
Her light sweetness is what I need. I’ve lived for my work forever, but finally, I’ve come to realize what it means when people say it’s time for them to live for themselves. I didn’t know what I was missing until Selma, but now that I do, I’m done wasting time.
The stoic professional who rules a world of numbers and bottom lines is fading, and a man who sees a future with a woman, with a family, is quickly taking his place.
When we left, I told my driver to keep driving until I gave him a destination, knowing we would need to talk. Now that it feels we’re on solid ground, I have other needs.
I work open my trousers as she looks at me and playfully licks her lips. Then I pull my erection free, the tip already slick with pre-cum, my balls tight and ready to unload. “I’ve got a treat for you.”
“I like treats.” She pulls her shoulders up, and as much as I want her mouth on my cock this second, she needs that God-awful wedding dress off.
“Take off your dress,” I order, and she looks down at herself then back at me.
“But I don’t have anything to change into.”
I reach over and pinch her chin. “Do as I say. I’ll never let you be harmed or embarrassed. You are mine, and I take care of what’s mine. Now get the dress off.” My tone is gruff, but she quickly unbuttons the button at the back of her neck, wiggles in the seat and strips the horrid thick fabric from her young body.
Under, she’s wearing a white bra and plain white panties. It’s the only time she’s worn panties when undressed for me and it makes me irrationally annoyed.
“Naked.” I stroke my cock while I watch her strip off the last two items and nearly fill my fist with cum as she does. Having her do as I say, when I say, without hesitation, makes me feel like her king, and she will be my queen. “See, you are a very good girl.”
She gives me a pout but then drops to her knees on the floor of the limo between my legs. “Thank you. I try.”
“Now, get your mouth on my cock. Show me what you were made for. Show me who you serve. Show me you love me. Because,” I reach down and gather her chin in my grip one more time, making sure her eyes are on me. “Because I love you, my Treasure. Don’t you ever forget it. Now suck like a good bad girl.”
She nods, opens her mouth, and gives the tip of my cock a quick kiss, her eyes on mine, and I nearly explode all over her face.
“Yes, sir,” she answers, then wraps a hand around the base and her tongue runs around the ledge of the head while she bats those eyelashes at me.
Cum is already leaking out the tip as her lips cover the head and she moans.
“I’m trying to hold onto what little control I have. When you look at me like that, moan like that, I’m going to lose it.”
She smiles around my cock, and I know she understands her power over me. It feels so fucking good; I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven with my little preacher’s daughter.
Her other hand comes up to massage my balls, and she explores with her fingers, watching me for each reaction. I didn’t think it could feel any better than it already did—how wrong I was.
I reach out and gather her hair onto the top of her head and grip it hard in my hand, controlling the movement of her head as I listen to the sloppy wet sound of her mouth popping over the head, then back down my shaft again and again until I can’t breathe.
“Slow. I want to feel that mouth. That magic mouth.” I guide her with one hand in her hair, the other under her chin, feeling the way her throat presses into my hand when my cock goes deep. “You want to learn to deep throat my cock, baby?”
Her wide blue eyes sparkle, and she makes a half gagging sound that I take as yes.
“Good girl. Relax your throat, look up at me, keep your head like this...” I tip her head back an inch, so my cock will not hit the top of her palate and make her less likely to gag.