Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 41137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“That’s right, Clara,” he whispers, almost a moan. “That’s right. I knew you were special, but this… god damn, this is beyond special. You feel so fucking good.” He spanks me, nice and hard. I let out an involuntary gasp, followed by a deep moan.
“You can do whatever you want, Daddy,” I say, practically drooling the words. “You can fuck me however you want. I want you to have everything.”
“I want you to have everything,” he says back to me. “Every inch of this cock. Every bit of pleasure. You need it, Clara. I can feel how tense you are.”
I groan. “I’m so tense, Daddy.”
“Let me take care of you then.”
He fucks me harder. I groan, rolling my hips. He reaches around and starts to work my clit as he thrusts his cock in and out, sliding deep into my ass and pulling back, pleasure and pain and intense desire all warring inside of me.
I feel him pull out of my ass. I groan, but he doesn’t relent, rubbing my clit faster. I roll my hips, pushing back against him. I feel his cock teasing my pussy and I need it so badly I can barely breathe.
He sinks his cock into my pussy. I take him deep, gasping out, breathing his name. “Daddy,” I moan.
He fucks me hard then. He fucks me hard and rough, pushing my boundaries. He continues to work my clit but he doesn’t stop fucking me, his cock pounding into my tight pussy, making my whole body shake with desire.
I know I can’t take much more. I’m close to my limits, to my breaking point. I know I need to come and there’s nothing that’s going to stop me now, not with his cock sunk deep inside my pussy, his hands on my body, his fingers on my clit.
“Go ahead,” he whispers, like he’s reading my mind. “Come for me.”
I feel it build, start to peak, and just as I start to reach that point…
He pulls off the blindfold.
The world comes rushing back. The pillows, the comforter, the room. Jason, his body tense, his face beautiful.
I come hard.
Light rushes in at the corners of my vision. Pleasure rocks my whole body as I come, every muscle tensing. I shake, spasm, unable to stop myself.
I come hard and Jason fucks me rough through it. He fucks me deep, his hands rough on my hips, keeping me in place, keeping me sliding up and down his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans. “God damn. Bounce on my cock, girl. I’m close.”
I do as he says, working my hips, sliding back and forth, up and down. I slide along his cock, letting my body do the thinking. I groan, my orgasm just starting to pass. I’m barely coming to my senses when he grips my hips.
I feel him fill me. I feel him come inside of me, deep and intense. His groans, his moans, they drive me wild. I need more, so much more. It hits me all at once.
I need this man, my Daddy.
“Fuck, girl,” he gasps. He collapses onto the bed, pulling me on top of him. I nuzzle up against his chest, breathing heavily.
I’m sweating more than I realized. I’m out of breath.
I feel spent, amazing.
“What time is it?” I manage to ask him.
He laughs softly. “Late,” he says.
“How long…?”
“I don’t know,” he admits. “A while.”
“Wow.” I laugh stupidly.
He kisses my hair. “You’re not going anywhere, you know that?”
I look up at him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says, his face serious. “I’m cooking you breakfast. But for now, though…” He kisses my lips softly. “I’m still hungry for dessert.”
I laugh and kiss him back. I feel comfortable, incredible. If he wants me to stay the night, well…
I’ll stay as many nights as he wants.
12
Jason
We sleep in late the next morning. I miss a meeting and she misses a class, but neither of us care.
She sits at my kitchen island, back straight, hair messy, wearing one of my old sweatshirts. “For some reason, I’m not tired,” she says to me.
I put a mug of coffee down in front of her. “Oh, yeah?”
“I mean, we slept for, what, four hours?”
“Maybe,” I say, laughing. I pour myself some coffee. “Although, probably less.”
“I’m still not too tired at all.”
I grin. “I’m exhausted.”
“Liar. You look positively refreshed.”
I laugh again. She’s right, though. I feel strangely rejuvenated, even though I should be totally exhausted. I haven’t had a night like that in a long time, where sex turns into more sex and the night slips past in a frenzy of wet sheets and fucking bodies.
But now, here she is, sitting in my kitchen like it’s totally normal.
And strangely, it is normal. At least as normal as things can be right now.
I make her some breakfast. She eats pancakes while I stick to coffee. I don’t want her to leave, but I know she has to eventually. Right now, though, we’re pretending like we’re normal, like we’re a real couple.