Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Because you knew you belonged to me.” Daddy’s eyes twinkled, probably because he realized he’d been the one to dawdle, but he was lucky because I was wonderfully patient and very smart. “And I won’t let you forget it.”
He was going to remind me every day for the rest of our lives if I was lucky.
“There are so many ways to help you remember too.” Daddy looked like he was going to love exploring every single one of them as he reached over for the lube I’d helpfully laid out for him. “We’ll have to see which ones make my boy feel the most submissive and the most claimed.”
Yes!
I couldn’t help the shivers thinking about that sent through me and I knew they made me look even more helpless and submissive because I could see how much he loved them. But he was still Daddy, so I mouthed green as he slowly made a show of slicking up his fingers.
He flashed me a smile, but his sexy glare was back so fast I thought I’d hallucinated it. “Already disobeying?”
Oops.
Legs.
“That’s right.” His confident tone and asshole expression sent another shiver through me and I couldn’t help the way he made my asshole wink for him. “At least one part of you seems well-behaved.”
Oh, that was rude and erotic.
“I want to be good for you, Master.” Yes, this was a Master moment and the low, sexy sound he made said he knew it too. Lifting my knees higher to open myself up more got another one and made his cock jump, turning me on even more. “I want you to claim me.”
Someone online really should’ve pointed out how much fun sex with my Daddy would be.
“Don’t worry, boy.” Still wearing his wonderful glare, Master leaned over me and braced himself with one hand while he brought the other to my ass and slid in one finger in a single thrust. “I will.”
Incredible.
Daddies had the best imaginations…and mine had even remembered what I’d said about prep work when we’d talked about limits.
“Oh…that’s…” Master went right to my prostate, giving me sparks of pleasure as the shock of being stretched made it all even more incredible. With the way he had me pinned to the bed, it was like he was already thrusting into me and it made my head swim. “You’re…”
“Claiming you.” Adding a second finger made that feel even more real and I found myself squirming and whining even though I wasn’t sure what I needed. “That’s right. My sweet, needy boy.”
Me.
I was his.
Bastian’s.
Master’s.
Daddy’s.
“Please…I…” Two fingers weren’t enough and I knew they were fingers which made it even more frustrating. It was like playing with a toy when I was fantasizing about something much more real…like Daddy.
The way he stretched his fingers teased at perfection, but I knew fingers weren’t what I needed. “Please…I’m your good boy. Yes. Your good boy.”
Releasing my legs, I grabbed onto Bastian and pulled him closer as I nuzzled against him. “Please? Claim me. I need you.”
God, that sound was so sexy.
I’d never get over the low growly sound he let out when I turned him on and made him needy and insane. But he got desperate ones from me as he eased his fingers out and spread the last of the lube down his cock before bracing my legs wide with his arms.
Somehow him holding me open made it even more wicked and I could imagine myself in one of the omega books where the sub was desperate and begging and dripping with slick.
“Mine.” Master slowly slid into me, letting the stretch and the burn fill me up and send waves of mixed-up signals through me. It was everything I’d imagined, and as relief got caught up in all the good feelings, I found myself staring up at Bastian.
I could almost see the pleasure and happiness and possession I knew he had to be feeling, but he chased out every thought as he slowly eased almost all the way out of me and thrust in hard. “My boy.”
Oh yeah.
I was going to tell him that as soon as I could catch my breath.
He kept chasing it off with every thrust that nailed my prostate perfectly. “My naughty sub.”
Maybe.
We’d talk about that later.
“My slut.”
Clenching around him, I worked my ass and nibbled on his neck. “Yours.”
“My mate.”
Just like the omegas…I was his and he was going to keep me forever.
“Please. The words. You need.” He needed to do a lot because I was going to come faster than he seemed to realize. “Daddy…”
His laugh was wicked and sexy and somehow made him fuck me faster. “You’re right. I need to claim my boy.”
He was definitely the brat.
“Claim me, Daddy.” I’d figure out a way to get back at him, though. Once he finished breeding me. “Make me yours. Breed me.”