Chapter 29
Amber Whyte.
I swallowed half his massive length like a good little b***h.
No. I take that back.
Like a filthy slut in heat.
He pushed further, releasing a deep rumble.
So deep, I felt it slice down my spine like a dagger.
I gagged. Almost pushing his shaft out of my mouth as it slid past my throat, poking my windpipe.
My stomach churned, about to throw up the cake and snacks I had eaten earlier.
“No!” He reprimanded. His voice was harsh. Impatient. Sharp– cutting through my fear.
“You will take all of it. You will not spit it out.” He warned before his hands clasped around my head again, fisting my hair.
“Yes, Daddy.” I nodded like an obedient little b***h.
Eyes planted in the direction of his dark ones.
Mouth flung open. Wider than ever.
Tongue slid
