Total pages in book: 248
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1180(@200wpm)___ 944(@250wpm)___ 787(@300wpm)
“Ooh, yes, please, Daddy!” She fluttered her eyelashes and wiggled underneath him.
With a growl he flipped her over and brought his hand down on her ass, not once, but a dozen times. The heat rose quickly and she squirmed, but there was no attempt to escape. They both knew this wasn’t punishment.
Her heart pattered along at double speed, or so it seemed. Her breathing was ragged and punctuated with little gasps as he delivered another dozen swats, bouncing his hands from cheek to cheek with enthusiasm. Between her thighs she could feel a low pulsing begin in her core. She let her legs slide apart, arched her back to lift her ass like an offering.
But Carter did things in his own time. She’d asked for a spanking, and he would decide when to move on to other things. She wouldn’t have it any other way, not that she’d admit that.
Still the abstinence had been wearing on both of them, and maybe that was why Carter satisfied himself with just one more round of smacks before he switched to rubbing the sting away. His hands felt different on her body. The hard work had toughened the skin and the new callouses on his palm were rough, scratching pleasantly as it glided over the hot flesh.
She moaned softly as a shiver rolled down her back. “I could get used to a working man’s hands,” she murmured.
His touch paused. “Really?”
“Mhm. They feel good. Or they did until you stopped rubbing,” she said, looking over her shoulder pointedly.
“Greedy girl.” He laughed and his hands began moving again, massaging her cheeks with a firm grip. Eventually his fingers trailed down to tickle between her thighs. He stroked the soft pelt of hair that covered her pussy lips, and she couldn’t help pushing back to invite him in.
He took his time accepting that invitation, teasing her until she was making soft mewling sounds that begged for more. Only then did he spread her folds and stroke his fingertips up between them. He found her clit and played with it, stroking and pinching as she writhed.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned. “Waiting all week has been hard for you, hmm?”
One finger swirled around her clit and her breath hitched. “Yessss. So hard.” At this point it wasn’t foreplay she was looking for. She needed to be pounded into the mattress, but the liquid heat was building and coiling low in her body, and she wanted that orgasm just as much as she wanted to feel him inside her.
“It was hard for me too. You made me hard every time you rubbed against my crotch, or whispered naughty things in my ear. Do you know how tough it was to resist that?”
“You weren’t supposed to resist it. That was the point.” Wary of where the conversation was going, she snuck a look at his face. “Are you mad, Daddy?”
“Mad?” His fingers paused as he considered it, taking way too long. “Nope, not mad. But you caused me an awful lot of extra frustration… seems only fair I return it to you. Don’t you think?” Two fingers worked inside of her and began to slide in and out.
Oh no. No, no, no. She couldn’t handle edging now. Not after a whole week. Not after he’d wound her up. A whimper escaped her lips. “Please don’t, Daddy,” she whispered. The pitiful tone wasn’t even deliberate.
His fingers worked in and out, going a little deeper each time. “Please don’t?” He let them curl a little, so they stroked the roof of her entrance each time they plunged in, but it was too slow to bring her to her peak, and that was probably deliberate.
She was so close. “Please?” They both knew what she was asking for, as she twisted and rolled her hips to try to get the friction she desperately needed.
“Lucky for you, I’m nicer.” There was a low chuckle and then his fingers began to move faster. The angle shifted just enough to put more pressure on that spot and suddenly she was riding a wave of pleasure that rolled her over and under until she lost track of the world. She cried out, “Daddy!” so loud they probably heard it in every cabin down the row, but in that moment she didn’t care.
And then, while her pussy was still clenching hungrily, he pulled his hand free and replaced it with the tip of his cock. The first stroke, while everything was throbbing and overly sensitive, shoved her right over the edge again. She clamped down hard in surprise, holding him so tightly that he grunted with the effort it took to keep the motion going.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckyesplease.” The low chant was punctuated with moans and sighs. She couldn’t swear it was worth waiting a week for, but it definitely hit the spot.