Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
He gave me more than I’ve ever had before, and not in the material department, either. He’s given me love, friends, and a family. When we walked into the restaurant, we bypassed all the tables filled with other patrons, only to come up to the closed double doors. Matthew’s hands blindfolded me, and when I opened them, I was in for the shock of my life.
Our friends, Matthew’s family, and my roommates were in the room, and balloons, streamers, and every kind of decoration you could imagine littered the area. It was all to celebrate me. Never in my life had I experienced a moment like that. Sure, my mom tried to make things special for me growing up, and when Joshua wasn’t an idiot, he’d even do little things. But the thought and effort Matthew and our friends put into it will be one of my most cherished memories.
“Kitten,” Matthew breathes when I open the door, wearing nothing except the gold necklace, fitted securely at my throat, a diamond pendant hanging at the center of my neck. I tried to tell him he did too much for me, to which he responded, “There’s no such thing.”
“Daddy.” I drop my knees, falling to my hands, and crawl to him. Matthew suggested this once and never again, but I’ll never forget the look in his eyes when he brought it up. The raw desire, the way his pulse sped up, and the clenching of his fists told me all I needed to know.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful and crawling to daddy. You’re my kitten. The soft sway of your tits, the flush coating your skin, and I’d bet anything you’re dripping wet between those gorgeous thighs of yours.” He’s not wrong. My core clenches. I try to gain the slightest bit of friction but then think better of it, and it doesn’t have anything to do with Matthew. It has every reason to do with me and prolonging the process. I continue watching as his eyes never leave me, even when he’s divesting himself of his clothes. The top half is already gone. His skin has a light glisten to it, probably because he’s worked up about what I’m doing.
I love having this effect on him.
“Keep coming to daddy, kitten.” I’m halfway to him when he slides the belt through the loops. My breath sharpens, wondering what he’ll do with the piece of leather. He notices. “We’ll save that for another day. Something tells me you’d like being restrained with my belt, maybe even my tie, and as much as I’d love to see you completely at my mercy, today is for something else entirely.” With that, he drops the belt to the ground, pulls open the button on his pants, and the rasp of his zipper slices through the air. His thick hand wraps around the base of his cock, so enraptured with what I’m doing, he doesn’t bother pulling off his pants.
I lick my lips, getting closer to my prize, wondering how he’ll take me. Once I’m between his spread thighs, I sit on my knees and say, “Is this okay?” I touch the tops of his thighs, running my palms along them.
“It’d be better if you’d place your sweet ass in my lap. Climb up, kitten.” His breathing turns rugged when I stand up and place my knees on either side of his waist. When Matthew’s one hand cups my breast, a shudder skates up my spine with sensitivity. The other is still wrapped around his length, smearing my wetness along the tip and grazing my clit in the process.
“Like this, Daddy?” I lay it on extra sweet, my hand covering his, my hips rolling, attempting to get what I want.
“Exactly like this, kitten. It’s your birthday, and the last part of your gift was going to be me fucking you with my mouth, fingers, and cock. Though, it seems you’re giving me a present. How do you want your daddy? Do you want to ride me facing the room or facing me? Or should I press you into the chair, spread your thighs, and fuck you? The options are endless. You only have to choose.” His words are intoxicating.
“I want to ride you, please.” He presses the tip of his cock against my entrance and pulls his hand away. He’s still rolling my nipple with his fingers. His other hand grips my hip, and while Matthew is somewhat guiding me, it’s me who gets to work. I bounce up and down, seeing him light up with wonder and amazement when it puts my breasts on full display. Sadly, or not so sadly, really, I lose his fingers, but what I gain is more than enough.
“Look at my kitten, so needy, so greedy, so fucking mine.” His cock inside me swells when I squeeze my walls around him. He’s hitting me deep, so damn deep my eyes close. “Fuck.”