“Yes Daddy, feed me,” I mewled. “Yes.”
Instinctively, I leaned forward to catch that hot pole in my mouth, tongue already out to taste, to run wetly along a pulsing vein. But Robert pushed me backwards and I landed backward with a thump, looking up at him with questioning eyes.
“Daddy doesn’t want this?” I breathed. “Daddy doesn’t want this?” I repeated, opening my lips into an enticing “O.”
Robert was frozen for a second, the plush pink pout so sensuous and dirty. But shaking himself, he jerked back to the present and instead, pushed my head downwards towards the bedspread.
“I appreciate it, baby girl,” he growled. “But Daddy wants you to lick this pool right now. Drink up, sweetheart, and then we’ll talk.”
I cried out because yes, Robert had just guided my face towards a wet puddle of spunk on the coverlet. He’d spewed so much that we’d gotten juices all over the bed, and now he wanted me to lick his semen. He wanted me to lap up his sperm from the duvet like I was a kitten lapping up milk.
“That’s right,” he growled, sensing my hesitation. “Do it, baby. Do it before Daddy gets angry.”
And inhaling deeply, I went for it. This was so wrong, so absolutely wrong on many levels. Because I was a slave, bending over this way and that, doing whatever the alpha commanded. But I couldn’t help it. I wanted his baby batter, I wanted to taste his DNA on my tongue, and if this was how it came, then this was how I was gonna take it.
So I extended my small tongue and tentatively dipped it into the wetness. Oh god, it tasted good. Even this small sip was salty and pungent, a feast for the senses, and I dipped my head lower this time, taking another lick at that man jism. Oh god, yes. It was right to be doing this, I craved his sperm with an inner hunger that was so needy and lusty, that soon I was on my hands and knees, big butt high in the air, lapping at the dirty mess on the coverlet.
The sight must have been amazing because Robert growled from behind me, chest and abs tight, fisting that huge fuckpole as he watched.
“That’s my slutty baby,” he ground out. “That’s my slutty little girl.”
And then he answered my silent entreaty, the pleading look in my eyes. The big man knelt in back of me, lining his dicktip up with my slit as I ate from the bedspread. That glans nudged my pussy lips, already swollen with desire, and then with a quick thrust of his hips, he was in.
“Unnnh!” I shrieked, little body jerking with the hard push, impaled on that giant shaft once more. “Oh god!”
But Robert didn’t lose a moment. Immediately that big hand was on the back of my head, pushing me downwards once more.
“Drink baby girl. Drink while Daddy fucks you hard, animal style.”
And it was so disgusting. Because I obeyed, head down, ass up, lapping at the wet coverlet, savoring Robert’s sperm as he owned me from behind. Oh yeah, that thick dick sawed in and out, sliding slickly against my wet folds as I tasted his sperm from the front, gulping down the good stuff.
“Aw fuck,” my captor panted in back of me, big hands gripping my waist as that thick dick pummeled away. “Aw SHIT!”
And just like that, it happened again. His cock jerked mightily before spurting in a waterfall, spraying my insides with virile spunk. I screamed then, my entire face pressed into the pool of jism, as more male white coated my insides, pussy sucking it deep.
“Mwmwmwmff!” came my muffled shriek into the bedspread. “Mwwwf!”
Because this was so wrong. He was my captor. Robert was a heartless bastard who’d kidnapped me, when all along I was the wrong girl. And yet now, I was letting him fuck me? Not only that, but I was obeying his every command, engaging in all these depraved and nasty acts? What’s happened?
But that’s the thing. I can’t resist, Robert’s everything I’ve ever dreamed about. Commanding and dominant, those blue eyes seize my soul, and his words make me feel tingly and hot inside, not to mention that dick. That fat cock has me salivating for more, begging him, pleading with the enemy for a taste.
So I should be ashamed. I should be humiliated, doing all these dirty acts on command, letting him use my body any way he wants. But instead, I’m loving it. I’m letting the alpha take … and the problem is that I just want more.
CHAPTER NINE
Robert
Shit, she’s perfect. She’s so fucking perfect in every way, I can see why Chance fell for her. Anna is gorgeous, giving and sweet, not to mention ready to fuck on a moment’s notice.