Total pages in book: 6
Estimated words: 4897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 24(@200wpm)___ 20(@250wpm)___ 16(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 4897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 24(@200wpm)___ 20(@250wpm)___ 16(@300wpm)
“Daddy’s good girl,” he murmured, wrapping his other hand around my nape, pulling me close and kissing me.
2
EMMA
The air in the room felt heavy, charged with sexual energy.
My heart thrummed in my chest, a steady rhythm that seemed to echo in my ears as my father dragged his tongue over my lips, drawing the bottom one into his mouth and sucking on it.
The soft fabric of his suit brushed against my bare breasts, and I gasped when he pulled one of my nipples hard enough I felt that sting of pleasurable pain right between my thighs.
He devoured my mouth, dominating me. And I let him because I fucking loved it.
Daddy. The word rang in my mind, unspoken but heavy, a secret I knew I could never share. When he pulled back, breaking the kiss, his eyes were dark and intense. I felt a shiver run down my spine.
“I love how you always look so timid, so nervous, sweetheart. You know Daddy will take care of you,” he said, his voice low and smooth.
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “I know you will, Daddy. You always make sure I get off first,” I admitted as heat filled me. He always made me come twice before he found his own release.
His fingers stilled when he got to my bikini bottoms. I’d been so wrapped up in staring into his eyes and thinking about him making me come that I hadn’t realized he’d stopped tweaking my nipple.
I could feel the heat radiating off him, knew he sported a massive hard-on even though he was pressed right up against me so I could feel it.
You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hand leaving my nape so he could trace his thumb along the curve of my jaw. “Do you know that?”
I felt my cheeks flush even more, and I looked away, suddenly self-conscious. “Daddy…” I started, but the word caught in my throat.
“Shhh,” he whispered, his hand moving to tilt my chin up, so I was looking at him again. “Just give in, baby girl. Let Daddy make his sweetheart feel good.”
Just give in. The words echoed in my mind, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. His hand moved from my chin to my long hair, his fingers tangling gently in the dark brown strands that had dried wavy from my swim.
I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the sensation. His touch was soothing, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something that made my stomach twist with both excitement and fear.
Dark dominance.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice soft but commanding. “Submit.”
My breath hitched, and I opened my eyes to find him watching me intently. There was a hunger in his gaze that made my stomach flip, and I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room.
“Daddy…” I moaned again, my voice trembling this time. I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, but he seemed to understand.
“I know,” he murmured, his hand coming to rest right between my thighs. I gasped and rose on my toes, the pressure from his big, powerful hand making the crotch of my wet bikini bottoms warm with my pussy juices.
“We have to be quick. Not sure when your mother will be home.” He leaned in and nipped at my lips. “Not that I give a shit if she knows what I’m doing. She’s out fucking whoever she wants, and I’m here fucking the woman of my dreams.”
I felt another rush of wet warmth between my legs. I nodded, unable to speak.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. My Daddy Dom.
His fingers traced lazy patterns over the thin material of my bottoms that covered my bare pussy. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. I wanted those thick digits to finger-fuck me.
“I remember when you wore that little lingerie set for me, the one that was lacy and black and had those pretty little garters.” His voice was rough as he reminisced. “But having you this way, wearing this tiny string bikini bottom turns me on even more, sweet girl.”
I bit my lip to keep from making a sound, but it was getting harder and harder to stay quiet.
And then he pulled the material to the side and touched my pussy lips, smearing my slick cream around and making me moan loud and long.
“You’re so soft and wet. So warm and mine,” he growled, his voice thick with dark desire and pent-up arousal. “So perfect.”
His words sent a thrill through me. My hips shifted slightly, almost involuntarily, needing him to slide a finger deep into my cunt.
He chuckled softly. “Patience. We’ll get there.” He teased me more with his hand, lightly brushing over my clit and tracing a circle around my hole that needed to be stretched and filled with his cock.