Reads Novel Online

1005 Daddy Ln (Cherry Falls Romance)

Page 21

« Prev  Chapter  Next »



Oh God, I can’t. I can’t go on. I shake my head but force my eyes to the page, the words swimming as my crescendo builds.

“Her eyes are on me,” I say quickly, trying to get through it, “as I gag her with my dick, fucking her face as she winks and chokes, gurgling against the force of my thrusts. Then swallows, tightening her throat around the tip and grabbing my ass with both hands, driving me balls to chin deep and I’m done. I draw back, the first spurt hitting her thro—oh, God—throat, then the rest, nearly blinding me as I fill her mouth, my balls nearly disappearing inside my body. I’m standing there, looking down at my little Prima in her yellow dress, pulling my soaked cock from her mouth as she smiles and sticks out her tongue, showing me the hot release she’s holding for me. Fuck, that smile framing the come on her tongue is all I can take.

The fantasy held while I shot my load into the trash can under my desk, hoping no one in the outside office could hear me roar her name…”

I can’t take anymore, Jack’s words on the page, the way his tongue has me shaking from head to toe.

“I need you, Prima,” he growls into my pussy. “I fucking need you.”

That’s all I can handle. It’s all too intense and I explode, tearing at his hair, dropping the book to the side and I think my head is about to go all Linda Blair because he is exorcising demons from me, I swear to God. I buck and twist but he’s steadfast, lapping and sucking everything my body offers, bellowing and grunting like an animal in the rut. When I finally start to come down, the room is spinning and Jack’s rough beard traces up my body until he clamps his mouth to mine.

I moan into his rough kiss, tasting my savory arousal and wrapping my legs around him, trying to pull him into me.

“I need you too. All of you,” I manage on a whimper. I love him. I want to scream it to the world and to hell with who doesn’t approve.

“You have me. You’ve had me for a long time. I’ll be here, always.” Jack shifts backward, inching off the bed to stand, and I feel like I’m imploding.

“No, I need you. I’m going to die…” I’m begging now and I don’t care. “Please, fuck me, Daddy. I need you…”

I scramble to follow him. I’m still spinny and lightheaded from the orgasm but I want more. I want it all and I want it now, like a toddler in the candy aisle.

He’s given me so much already and not taken any pleasure for himself. Not unless you count how he humped my ass cheeks and coated my back with his cum. But, that wasn’t me giving something to him, I want to give to him like he’s done for me.

I hop up and off the bed, running my hands down the hard width of his chest and I open my mouth to tell him I want to please him, but stars are already dancing in my eyes and the world goes fuzzy.

“Layla?” I hear his voice but it’s far away, muffled, and my vision tunnels. “Layla!”

It’s the last thing I hear before blackness takes me.

Chapter 7

Layla

Jack looks angry, standing at the stove stirring the wok, but I know it’s not with me. But, it is because of me and I feel such a load of guilt.

Shame.

After passing out jumping from the bed, I woke with Jack holding me in his lap, a cool cloth on my forehead as he reassured me in a deep, calm voice everything was going to be okay now. Things were going to be different.

Oh, how I want them to be different.

I told him I just jumped up too fast, and after the orgasms my blood just wasn’t pumping to my brain fast enough. I got dizzy and the room started swirling. He nodded, making sure I stood up slowly, holding my hands, then when he was finally satisfied I was back on terra firma, he had me hop on his back and gave me a piggyback ride into the kitchen and sat me in a chair, telling me not to move.

“It’s almost ready.” His voice is low as he works over the sizzle and steam. The counter is a hurricane’s aftermath of vegetable pieces and scraps as the comforting scent of the chicken and veggies he’s stir frying has me almost drooling. “About sixty seconds ‘til done.”

“It’s fine. I’m fine,” I answer on autopilot.

“You are not fucking fine,” he barks back and I do my best to not to shrink into myself but I hate seeing him like this. “This is my fault. I’m not mad at you baby. From now on, we eat together. Three meals a day and snacks as necessary.”


« Prev  Chapter  Next »