Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
But she hadn’t counted on how scary it was at night without Daddy there to keep the monsters away.
And then she encounters a real monster. And all she wants are Daddy’s arms around her, keeping her safe.
The way that only he can.
PLEASE NOTE: This novella was previously published in the Sip of Pleasure anthology. Nothing has been changed
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1
Pleasure rushed through her.
A moan escaped her as his tongue flicked her clit slowly. April opened her eyes, blinking back the last vestiges of sleep as his fingers slid into her pussy.
“Trent,” she groaned. “Please.”
She wasn’t entirely sure what she was begging for. To come? To have him fuck her?
Both?
Then he drew his mouth away.
“Nooo,” she cried. “Trent, please. I need to come.”
“Shh,” he murmured. “I’m not finished with you just yet.”
Kneeling, he patted her leg. “Roll over. Get on your hands and knees.”
She moved quickly, her heart racing with anticipation. As soon as she was on her hands and knees in front of him, he thrust his cock inside her.
Oh God.
So good.
Another cry left her as he moved. Short, fast thrusts, followed by long and slow ones. Her head was spinning, her breath coming in harsh pants.
“Please, please, please,” she whispered.
“Not yet, baby.”
“Trent!”
“No.” He smacked his hand down on her ass. She’d gone to bed wearing a black, lacy nightgown.
And nothing else.
Trent didn’t like her wearing underwear to bed for just this reason. He loved waking her up with his mouth on her pussy.
Heck, she was pretty fond of that too.
Suddenly, he sat back on his heels, pulling her with him so she was sitting on his lap with his dick still piercing her. Her back was to his chest. Grabbing the bottom of her nightgown, he pulled it off over her head. Then his hands cupped her breasts, kneading them before tweaking her nipples.
April rested her head on his shoulder, her breath coming in sharp, desperate pants. She wriggled on his lap, moving herself up and down his cock as much as she could.
“Do you want to fuck me, baby?” he asked.
“Please,” she moaned.
And then they were moving again. Sex with Trent was often like this. The man had more energy than should be legal for one person to have. How he could go from fucking her like he was a marathon runner, to working a twelve-hour-day, she had no idea.
Some days, it felt like she could barely get out of bed. Without caffeine, she’d be completely screwed.
Now, he was on his back with her straddling him.
“Take me inside you,” he ordered.
Trent liked to be in charge. And that didn’t stop when they left the bedroom. He was her Daddy Dom, and he took that very seriously. Her wellbeing and safety always came first with him.
Of course, that didn’t mean April always obeyed him.
But hey, that’s what made life interesting, right?
Grasping hold of his dick, she guided him inside her. God, that felt so good.
“Ride me, baby.”
“So bossy,” she grumbled as she slid up and down his dick.
“You love it.”
Hmm. Sometimes having a man who knew everything about you could be annoying.
He pressed his finger against her clit, flicking it back and forth.
Oh hell.
“Trent!”
“Fuck me faster, baby. Harder.”
She placed her hands on his chest and drove herself up and down his dick.
“Fuck, baby. Yes. That’s it. Christ. You’re gonna come with me. Come now.”
She moaned as her orgasm washed through her. Her head spun as she slumped forward. With his hands on her hips, Trent pushed himself deep, finding his own release.
When they’d both caught their breath, Trent gathered her up and rolled them onto their sides. He pushed her dark-red hair off her face before leaning in to kiss her. She opened her mouth on a soft moan, letting him explore.
Pulling back, he cupped the side of her face. “Morning, baby girl.”
“Morning, Daddy.” She smiled up at him.
His eyes grew warm. Trent didn’t smile a lot. But he had his own way of letting you know that he was happy. And he smiled a heck of a lot more now than he did when she first met him.
Back then he’d been a grumpy asshole.
Now, any smiles he did give were mostly aimed at her. And that was something she was perfectly fine with.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“About how much I like you waking me up like that.”
“That’s good. Because I like it too.” He ran his finger down her cheek. “I think you should come with me.”
“Trent, it’s a stag trip.”
He frowned. “I still don’t get the point of it.”
“To have one last big night with your family and friends before you get married? To party it up? Get drunk and have fun?”
“I didn’t have one.”
“That’s because you don’t like doing any of those things.”
He narrowed his gaze at her. “I like to have fun. Eating you out is fun.”
“It sure is,” she sighed happily. “You can have that sort of fun anytime you like. But mostly, your idea of fun is to go camping, hunting and fishing.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing. But that’s not Ben’s idea of fun. He wants to go to Vegas and have some fun at the casinos and nightclubs. And he wants you to go with him.”