Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“Went through a dark period,” I mutter, taking her knees in my hands and sliding her to the edge of the counter, slowly inserting myself between her sexy legs, still encasing in the fishnets. In easing her thighs open, that black thong sneaks into the valley of her cunt, and all I can think about is roping her hands to my headboard and licking that little slit until she creams herself. “I think maybe I was still going through that dark period until I saw you tonight.”
She settles her hand on my shoulders and waits.
Waits for my honesty. And I want to give it to her.
“My mother was a chef, like me. Taught me everything I know. She was an incredible culinary mind. She founded Tartine, actually. Put it on the map, but she…died in a kitchen fire about a decade ago. Smoke inhalation.” Emotion rises in my throat like a hot tide, but Claire immediately pulls me closer, her arms wrapping tightly around my torso, giving me the strength I need to continue. “She had a habit of falling asleep in the rear office after her shift,” I say gruffly into my girlfriend’s sweet neck. I don’t worry she’ll think I’m a monster, despite what I’m about to tell her. I know she won’t. “I never leave the gas on, but…I must have. I was the only one there. Some flammable cleaning products caught fire and…she didn’t make it out.”
“Oh, Draven. I’m so sorry,” she whispers in my ear, a tremor in her voice. “That must have been a terrible time for you.”
I crowd into the sanctuary of her, groaning at the perfect correspondence of her gentle curves to my muscle. How fucking smooth she is. “That’s where all the tattoos came in. I just wanted the pain. The marks to make my misery last as long as possible. Like I deserve.”
She strokes her fingers through my hair, her fingernails scraping my scalp lightly. It’s the most comforted I’ve ever felt in my entire life. “I’ll never get the chance to meet your mother, but if she raised someone as protective and driven and creative as you, I know she wouldn’t want you to let guilt hold you back. Shame on your brother for putting that on you.”
My heart flips over. “My tiny defender.”
“I told you, I’m tougher than I look.”
Unable to sustain my willpower any longer, I fit my mouth over hers, inhaling the heavenly taste so powerful it can alter my brain chemistry, along with the structure of a sauce. Her mouth is a miracle. A drug. An elixir. “Are you tougher than you look, little girl?” I ask, dropping my hands to the waistband of her stockings, hooking my thumbs there and dragging the fishnets down, along with the tiny thong. “What I need to do to you isn’t for the faint of heart.”
“What do you need to do to me, Daddy?” she asks, her innocent tone of voice making my balls swell to the size of apples.
God, who knew I’d end this day someone’s father figure, lover and guardian, all rolled into one? Certainly not me, but I couldn’t live without the responsibility ever again.
“I need to drive this lust from my body into yours,” I say against her mouth, praising her with a hot kiss when she lifts her tight ass without a command, allowing me to get the tights off. All the way off. Leaving her beautifully naked on the island. “Show me where I’m going to put my lust.”
Claire hesitates for a moment, breathing hard, then taps an index finger right there on the wet seam of her cunt. “Here?”
Longing wracks my body. “Yes.” I want to unzip my pants and grind her down onto my cock. Just want to fuck her silly against this counter. But this girl is the most important person in my life now and I will do this right. I will take her virginity in a way that she remembers with a smile forever, even if the wait kills me. “Yes, that’s where I’m going to put my cock, night after night after night, until you scream for me in your sleep.” I press her back slowly onto the counter and lean in over her delicate pussy, so pretty and flushed and snug looking. “But Daddy is going to lick it first tonight, okay? You’re such a good girl and my tongue is going to praise you for that.”
She’s shy, coyly trying to close her legs after I release an anticipatory breath on her cunt, but as soon as I press my face against her and lick along that dripping wet divide, she arches her back and whines my—
Bliss kicks me between the eyes.
Oh…fuck.
Oh God.
I can’t believe this is happening.
The flavor of her pussy is somehow just as phenomenal as her mouth.