Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
She leans into my touch, eyes fluttering closed. "I missed you today."
"I missed you too." I work the rest of my clothes off, hyperaware of the way she's watching every movement. "Couldn't think about anything except getting back here and burying my cock so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. Spent the whole damn day hard, thinking about how you taste, how tight you get around me when you come."
Her breath hitches, and I can see the way my words affect her. The way her thighs press together, the way her pupils dilate with want.
"Been thinking about fucking your mouth too," I continue, my voice dropping lower. "About how pretty you look when you’re gagging on my dick."
When I'm naked, she reaches for me, but I catch her wrists.
"Not yet," I say. "First, I want you to tell me what you've been thinking about all day."
Her cheeks go pink. "Colt—"
"Tell me, baby girl. What's been going through that pretty head of yours?"
"You," she whispers. "This. The way you make me feel."
"How do I make you feel?"
"Safe. Wanted. Like I matter."
"You do matter." I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my eyes. "You matter more than anything."
Then I'm guiding her mouth to me, and she opens for me like she was made for this. The wet heat of her tongue makes me groan, and when she takes me deeper, those perfect lips stretching around my cock, I nearly lose my fucking mind.
"Christ, baby girl. Look at you, sucking Daddy's cock like you're starving for it." I fist my hand in her hair, not forcing but guiding. "You love having your mouth full of me, don't you?"
She hums around me in response, and the vibration shoots straight to my balls. She's eager, desperate to please, and watching her work to take more of me is the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"That's it," I murmur, threading my fingers through her hair. "Just like that. Take your time."
She does, exploring me with her tongue and lips like she's memorizing every inch. When she finally takes me deeper, humming around me, I have to fight not to lose control completely.
"Enough." I pull her off me before I can embarrass myself.
She scrambles to her feet and leads me to the bedroom, shedding my shirt along the way. By the time we reach the bed, she's naked and flushed and absolutely fucking perfect.
"How do you want me?" she asks.
"Turn around," I command, my voice rough with need. "Hands and knees, baby girl. I want to see that perfect ass while I fuck you."
She scrambles to obey, and the sight of her like this, on display for me, waiting for me to take her, makes my cock throb.
"Look at you," I growl, running my hands over the curves of her ass, the dip of her spine. "So fucking gorgeous. All mine to use however I want."
I position myself behind her and push inside in one hard thrust, making her cry out. This angle lets me go deeper, hit spots that make her shake and beg.
"That's it," I pant, gripping her hips as I set a brutal pace. "Take it all, baby girl. Take every inch of Daddy's cock."
This time is different from the first. Slower, deeper, more intense. I take my time, building her up and bringing her down, making her come twice before I finally let myself follow.
Afterward, we're both wrecked. She's curled against my chest, breathing hard, and I'm running my fingers through her hair and trying to remember how to form words.
"That's my good girl," I murmur against the top of her head. "So fucking perfect for me."
"I love you," she whispers.
The words stop my heart. Because I love her too, so much it physically hurts, but I can't say it back. Not when she doesn't know who I really am. Not when there are still secrets between us.
"What's your dream, baby girl?" I ask instead, my fingers stroking through her hair. "What do you want most in this world?"
She's quiet for a moment. "You mean, besides Legend being safe and happy?"
"Besides that. What's your dream for you?"
"I used to want to sing," she admits softly. "Really sing, not just for fun. Maybe Nashville, or at least local venues. But that was before..."
"Before what?"
"Before I grew up. Before I had responsibilities."
"Dreams don't have expiration dates, Emery."
She lifts her head to look at me. "They do when you're a single mom at eighteen."
"Not if the right person believes in you." I cup her face in my hand. "You have an incredible voice. You should be singing."
"I have too many responsibilities."
“Fuck that. You have me now, I’ll carry your load...” I snort. “You’ll be carrying mine too, every fucking day, but I meant—”
She lands a smack on my chest. “I know what you meant. I’m dripping with a reminder right now.”