Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Not that it would make any difference. At this point, she’s mine whether she likes it or not. But I don’t want to disappoint her. I want her to have everything, for it all to be perfect.
“You’re a virgin?” she asks, her voice small, and I nod. “I’m Daddy’s only special girl,” she says with a spreading smile. “The only one he ever wanted.”
“So fucking perfect,” I growl, my dick growing harder at the happy sparkle in her eyes.
“Daddy saved himself for me.”
"Spread your legs, Baby," I command, my voice gone harsh with need. "Let Daddy see what's his."
She obeys, and the sight of her nearly brings me to my knees. Sweet hell. The way she’s drenched already makes my balls ache to spill. I’ve memorized every curve in my fantasies. But right now, I’m fixated on that tight little entrance between her thighs. My fingers fumble with the scrap of fabric holding it from me, nails tearing nylon when impatience overtakes gentleness.
“Let go,” I growl when she tries to close her legs, yanking them wide to expose what’s rightfully mine. The sight of her pink lips, swollen and glistening, is enough to make my spine shudder. “This pussy stays open for me.”
My thumb trails through the slick heat dripping from her core, bringing a bead of moisture up to taste.
"So wet already," I observe, running a finger through her folds. "All this just from Daddy telling you what to do?"
"Yes," she gasps, hips lifting toward my touch. "I love when you're in charge."
Mine. Every cell in my body screams it. This perfect girl who wants my dominance, who trusts me with her body, who calls me Daddy like she was born for it.
I work her with my fingers, watching her face as I find every spot that makes her cry out. Learning her. Claiming her. Marking her as mine in every way that matters.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she stammers as I settle between her legs, face buried in her scent that’s driving me insane.
“Getting acquainted,” I snarl against her skin, laving long, deliberate strokes along her slit until her hips rise to meet my mouth. She’s so tight. I slip a finger inside gently, testing the untouched velvet, while my tongue circles her clit in wide spirals.
Her gasp tells me she’s already close. But this isn’t about speed. It’s about ownership.
Her hands fist my hair as I feast on her sweetness, savoring every shuddering sigh. When I suckle that swollen nub with my lips, her body arches like a bowstring.
“Oh, God—” she whimpers. My other hand grips her hip to steady her while my tongue works her into frenzied peaks, driving her wild until her juices coat me in sticky warmth.
“Don’t stop,” I hiss between greedy licks, grinding my cock against the bench as if it’ll ease the ache gnawing at my balls. Her thighs tremble, and I’m so close to fucking her I have to bite into her thigh to keep from exploding.
I fist my throbbing cock against the bench’s edge. Her sweet flavor hums through me like a drug.
Her knees buckle as I sink between them, nuzzling her quivering thighs like they’re sacred ground. Innocence radiates off her. Christ, she’s tight enough to need slow coaxing, my tongue mapping every hidden crease until her core parts for me with a sigh. A whimper escapes her lips when I finally hit that slick center, warm and sweet as caramelized honey.
Her juices trail down toward her ass, and I lick it all back. Licking, swallowing, memorizing, my face buried in the wet heat of her. She’s sugar cane and musk, a cocktail that’ll kill me. I can’t stop myself from groaning against her clit as my own hips piston into leather, imagining bending her over and thrusting deep inside.
“Spread wider,” I command, fingers splaying her thighs to take more.
My tongue drills her nub in sharp circles, as I suckle the tiny bud like it owes me payment. Her trembling hands grip my shoulders as I drown deeper, swirling a thumb over that tight hole.
“Come on,” I snarl, pinching her clit with the flat of my thumb. “Scream loud enough for the whole town to hear you’re mine.”
Her body seizes as she turns into a tempest in my lap. My hips jerk wildly as she splinters beneath me. I devour every tremor, licking and lapping until her climax crashes over her twice more. She’s chanting my name between whimpers, legs trembling like she’ll collapse if I let go.
Mine. Every drop of that creamy heat belongs to me. My tongue drags possessively across her folds as my palms knead her ass cheeks.
She sags into me, eyes dazed as I haul her onto my lap sideways. She nuzzles my throat, still quivering, while I kiss her mouth raw.
“I love you,” I murmur against her lips. “Every goddamn second.”