Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Shifting quickly to grab a condom from the nightstand before returning to kiss his precious Little, Max guarded his expression when a look of disappointment flashed across her face. She thought he was finished with foreplay. He’d show her exactly how much he enjoyed her body and her pleasure.
Max rolled onto his back, carrying Saylor with him. Her eyes widened as she found herself sitting on top of him. “Baby girl, I’m going to put you in control. Sit up for me. Let me see my Saylor girl.” He set the condom packet slightly under his hip where he wouldn’t lose it as he devoured the sight of her sweet body. He’d never had a type. Now he did. Saylor was his type.
Turning a bright shade of pink, Saylor allowed him to help her sit astride his pelvis. She shifted and bit her lip as his rigid shaft rubbed against her pussy. Immediately, she repeated the action and closed her eyes to savor the sensation.
Her slick juices coated Max’s cock as she moved against him. His view was spectacular. Her breasts swayed as she moved, and her expression enthralled him. Max flexed his hips, pushing himself more firmly against her as he stroked her skin.
“Play with your breasts, baby. Show me what you like,” he growled.
Her eyelids flew open. Staring at him, she hesitated. “Daddy?”
“Do it, little girl. Brush your fingertips over your nipples.”
Slowly, she lifted her hands to cup her breasts. Tentatively, she stroked her fingertips over her tightly budded peaks. “Mmm,” fell from her lips as she resumed the gliding movement over his hardness.
“Good girl. Pinch them, baby.”
Saylor gasped as she followed his directions. Her cheeks still held an adorable pink blush as she caressed herself. Her juices welled freely from her pussy, wetting her inner thighs and his skin as well. Max inhaled deeply, enjoying her scent. He tightened his hands, stabilizing her hips and lifted her further up his body.
Immediately, she protested, “Daddy! No.”
“I’ll make it better. I promise, Saylor. I need to taste you.”
“To taste me?” she repeated and blushed more as he moved her so that her pussy hovered over his face. She stiffened, resisting his gentle tug downward. “I’ll smother you.”
“What a way to die, little girl.”
When she shook her head, refusing, he assured her, “I can move you at any time, baby. You’re not going to cut off my air. I’m going to help you come. Shall we say three times?”
“I can’t climax that many times. I did twice with you last night. Most of the time, I never…” She closed her mouth with a snap.
“You never come? Feel free to point out any of your ex-boyfriends, little girl, if we see them out in town. I’ll knock out a few of their teeth to teach them to pay more attention to their partner’s pleasure than their own. Do you trust me?” Mentally, he crossed his fingers. That was a big ask after only one night together.
Slowly, Saylor nodded.
“Good girl.” He smiled at her in relief before licking his lips. “Come here, baby. Daddy’s hungry.”
Adorably, she covered her eyes with her hands as she allowed him to guide her lower. She squealed when his lips moved against him, but hovered without lifting away. Max drew her lower until he could trace her inner lips with his tongue, tasting her sweet essence.
“Mmm,” he hummed against her skin, reassuring her he enjoyed her flavor.
Brushing across her clit, Max drove her into a quick orgasm. As she trembled over him, he glided one finger into her tight channel. Saylor bounced on it, extending her own orgasm. Her hands drifted down from her face, returning to her breasts.
Max groaned against her pussy as the erotic view she presented pushed his iron-clad control. She’d never understand that if he died now, he’d go happily. He etched this memory into his brain.
Eager to help her climax again, Max wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked softly. Saylor froze and pressed against him. When she whispered, “More,” he gradually increased the suction. With a cry, she shattered above him again as she lifted herself away.
He allowed her to recover for a moment before guiding her back into place. He added a second finger. Saylor shuddered over him and gyrated against his touch. Max curled his fingers slightly inside her, searching for that sensitive spot on her inner wall. Her gasp told him he’d succeeded.
An idea blossomed in his mind. Max turned his head back and forth slowly, trailing his evening whiskers against her. “Yes!” she whispered urgently to encourage him. Continuing to explore her most sensitive spots, Max pushed her arousal upward. His fingers gripping her hip tightened as she moved above him. Her self-consciousness was completely eliminated by pleasure.
“Please, please, please,” she chanted above him, making Max totally committed in lavishing at least one more orgasm on her.