Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel Rebel Wild (i have read the book a hundred times .txt) 📖

try to steady myself by holding on to the wall behind me, but the palms of my hands keep slipping.

“Wrap your arms around my neck. Don’t move them.” He grabs on to my hips, holding me up as I place my arms around him. “Aw, fuck.” He moans as he slams into me. I feel my orgasm building and it threatens to overtake me. “Not yet,” he growls at me. I try to hold on, closing my eyes tight to try to stop my orgasm, but I don’t think I can hold out much longer. He grips my hips tighter as he pumps faster. “Now,” he tells me and I let go, coming so forcefully that my body shakes. “Aw, fuck,” he says as he comes deep inside me. I loosen my grip around his neck but keep my hands in place as he lowers one of my legs, then the other. He rests his forehead on mine as we come down from our high.

When I can breathe normally again, I let go of him. I smooth what’s left of my dress back down, holding it closed with one hand while I use the other to comb my fingers through my hair.

“Don’t bother fixing yourself,” he says. “I’m nowhere near done with you. Playroom,” he orders, as he gives me a chaste kiss to make up for the one I denied him earlier. “Now.”

Chapter Seventeen

Mr. Garrett comes in the playroom a moment after I do and takes off what’s left of my clothes and puts on the collar with the ring in the center. He has me kneel by the leather sofa. I keep my head down and remain perfectly still as he moves around the room in his dark gray dress slacks and bare feet before he slips off his pants and sits down.

“Since you didn’t want my tongue in your mouth, maybe you’d prefer something else,” he says, sitting before me with his hugely hard dick out. “I need to see those lips wrapped around me.” He runs his thumb over the pink lipstick I’m wearing, smearing it. I’m still staring at him, not sure of exactly how to proceed. “I forget just how inexperienced you are. You’re about to go to college. Every college girl should know how to suck cock,” he says, amused at my expense.

I wonder how he’d feel if his sub actually went around sucking off college guys.

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m not sure how he’ll respond to a virgin mouth.” He strokes himself. “My cock is very particular in how he likes to be sucked. You need to know what you’re doing.”

“Yes, sir.”

I know his tactics now. He’s trying to get a reaction out of me and it’s working. I want to tell his “cock” to go suck itself, but he’s in a spanking mood and I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of punishing me. And why is he talking about it like it’s a person?

“I suppose if your pussy is any indication, he’ll be quite pleased with you,” he says stroking himself close to my mouth. He tilts his head to the side as he regards me. “Put your hands on my thighs.” I do as he says, placing the palms of both hands on the tops of his thighs. “Tap me with your fingers if it’s too much. Think of it as a safeword.”

“Yes, sir.”

He smacks my lips with his tip and sucks in a quick breath when I open my mouth to let him in. I get ready for the disgust and quite possibly vomit that I think is coming when I get a taste of it, but it’s not as gross as I thought it was going to be. I can taste a hint of salt mixed with the taste of his flesh and imagine it’s a salted lollipop. Thank God it doesn’t have a bad odor to it.

I only suck the tip. He’s too big to fit in my mouth without me choking and he just keeps getting bigger the more I suck. He moans and I take it to mean I must be doing it right, so I try to push a little more of him in. Big mistake.

“More,” he orders. His voice is huskier than I’ve ever heard it, and I open my mouth wider to try and get him in. “I want that lipstick all over him.”

I get midway when he grabs the back of my head and pushes me down on him. I panic when he hits the back of my throat. I’m choking on him and I can feel my stomach bubbling up to make me puke. I’m gagging so much it’s making my eyes water. I’m a second away from tapping him.

“Just relax your throat and swallow like it’s a pill,” he tells me. I do as he says and I know exactly what he means, so I swallow without closing my throat. It works, that gagging stops and I’m able to get half of him in my mouth. “Better?”

“Mm-hm,” I mumble with my mouth chock full of cock.

“Mmm, that’s right. It’s all very natural.” He soothes me down. “Aw, fuck yes, keep going.”

I suck harder with him encouraging me. His fingers are threaded through my hair massaging my scalp and I absentmindedly dig my fingernails into his thighs. I pull him out and suck him in again a few times. My head is bobbing up and down like crazy. I know my goal is to make him come, and I wish he’d go ahead and do it. My jaw is getting tired and it’s starting to hurt.

“Fuck,” he groans when I suck harder to try to hurry him up. He’s pumping himself into my mouth, forcing me to take more of him in and I nearly gag again. “Let me see you slide those lips over him, Foxy.” I latch my lips around him and suck hard as I pull. “Fuck, you look