Daddy's Girl: A Daddy Issues Novel by Rebel Wild (books to read for 13 year olds .TXT) 📕

He grabs me by my face and his dick falls out of my mouth as he tips my head up to look at him. He kisses me, thrusting his tongue deep in my mouth.

“Mmm,” I moan.

Once he’s had enough of kissing me, he guides me back down and I slide my lips over his dick again.

“You like fucking me with that pretty little mouth of yours, Foxy?”

“Mm-hm.”

I taste what I think is the beginning of his orgasm so I go as hard as I can, puckering up my mouth, sucking him in and out until my jaw muscles feel like they’re on fire.

“Shit,” he grunts as his sperm squirts into my mouth. I try to move away to stop it all from going in, but he holds my head in place. “Swallow,” he breathes out, still coming.

He’s not giving me a choice in the matter, so I do as I’m told.

Don’t throw it up, Sydney, do not throw it up!

Those are my only thoughts as I get my first real taste of cum. I’m trying not to psych myself out about having some guy’s freshly squeezed dick juice in my mouth. It’s not that bad, just a little thick, but at least it’s not slimy. I swallow it down with ease once I get over the fact that it’s sperm.

“Jesus.” He exhales as he falls back on the couch. “You and that mouth almost fucking killed me. Fuck, did you leave any skin on him?” He looks down at it to see.

It has all its skin, but it looks like a wet noodle with sperm still oozing out of it. I try not to smirk at the literal loss of his cockiness. I feel his thigh muscles tighten under my hands when he sits back up, so I quickly remove them. I gasp at the sight of his blood trickling out of the holes my fingernails left.

“I’m so sorry,” I tell him.

The concern I feel about hurting him has made me drop all pretense of submission. I gently wipe the blood away with my hands, trying to inspect the damage before getting up to search for some antibiotic ointment to put on him. There must be something like that around here somewhere.

“It’s fine,” he says, pulling me back down in position. He grabs hold of my chin to make me look at him like he always does when I’m upset. “I rather enjoyed it.” I frown at his words, but before I can give the look a voice, he kisses me. “You deserve to be rewarded for that performance.”

My eyes, still closed from relishing in his kiss, open to see the most dazzling shade of very dark brown, almost black eyes staring back at me. I recognize what that look means immediately. He’s sated and playful. The thought of what he plans to do to reward me goes right between my legs. Taking my hand, he helps me to stand and leads me over to the bed.

“You are beautiful,” he says as we stand facing each other, my back toward the bed. “You have no idea how much you turn me on, do you?” I give a small shake of my head. He runs his hand up my arm. “You’re always so warm,” he continues, running the tips of his fingers along my shoulders down to the small of my back, “so soft.” My skin tingles from his touch and the feeling manages to make its way between my legs. I catch my breath when he sucks my nipple. “Mmm and so responsive. Do you want to come, beautiful Foxy?” he mumbles with my tit still in his mouth.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

“Do you want me to fuck it out of you?”

“Yes, sir.” I moan when he flicks my nipple with his tongue. The feel of his warm mouth on me is making every inch of me tingle.

“I won’t tie you up,” he says, pushing me back against the bed as he climbs on top of me, capturing my mouth with his before I have time to react.

I’ve never liked kissing before, but I love him kissing me. There is nothing like his kiss. I get completely lost in it. When he moves to get up again, my mouth greedily chases him and I instinctively grab on to his hips, using them to help me rise with him. He pushes me roughly back down to the bed again and his mouth finds mine once more, causing me to moan.

“Keep still,” he warns. “If you move without permission once, I’ll never leave you unrestrained again.”

My mouth opens to catch my breath again. I nod my head and he growls at the hated gesture before taking advantage of my open mouth and kissing me again. He gets up and my body is left to feel the chill from his not warming me.

“I truly hate covering these beautiful eyes of yours, but it’s necessary right now,” he tells me of the blindfold in his hands. I hate it when he covers my eyes too. In no way is it a hard limit, but I just feel disconnected from him when I can’t see his eyes. He slips the dark cloth on and I can’t see a thing. “Open your legs,” he orders me. He connects what I think is the leash to my collar and pulls it to position my head where he wants.

I jerk a little off the bed when I feel the cold of leather straps spread across my skin. Right before he lifts it away, I realize it’s a flogger. He brings it down, slapping it across my chest. I gasp when it hits my sensitive nipples, arching my back as the leathered straps come down on my chest repeatedly. I squirm a little, not being able to stop myself when I feel the straps hit my clit.

“Mmm,” he says when the leather smacking me, makes me even wetter. He hits my spot until