Novel & Cerita Read A Book For Me

My body sliding down to the floor as I sit on the floor, my back resting on it and somehow, I can tell he is doing the same. After some minutes, I see a book slide under the door, a favorite book of mine as I pick it, his voice saying from the other side of the door "Read to me" Read to me. Just like how he always asks me to. I want to not read, I want to tell him to go away. I know he does not ever listen and actually understand what I say, but he still keeps asking me to read. So I do that. I pick the book, my hands trembling as I flip open a page, my eyes landing on the it as I begin to read "Ben h-has to learn about s-surviving on h-his own. He would miss his g-grandma and her c-cookies

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“Page thirty-three, sir.” “Read it for me.” He paced as I read. He disliked reading, and I suspected he might have some form of dyslexia. When he could, he used text-to-speech apps and dictation. He claimed he could think better if I read things out loud for him. So I did. After a few sentences, I got breathless. Cold sweat covered my neck, and warmth pooled in my stomach. Was I going to be sick? I stammered in the middle of a paragraph, and Mr. Toral paused his pacing.

“But leave some of Daddy’s cum inside you. I want you walking around all day feeling exactly who you belong to.” I shivered with fresh arousal. “Yes, Daddy.”