Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“Good answer, Little girl. That will be a very long time. Come here.” Street whirled Rosa around to lay her down on the bed. As her head spun, he rolled next to her, bouncing her slightly.
“Whoa! Where are you going, Little girl?” he teased as he steadied her.
Rosa giggled at his funny tone. She sobered as his gaze focused on her lips. “Kiss me, Daddy.”
He leaned down to capture her mouth. His tongue slid over her lips, tasting her. Rosa lifted her own to meet his sensual exploration. He didn’t rush, making her feel as if she had his complete attention. Being someone’s sole focus was exhilarating and a bit scary. For once in her life, he treated her as if she were precious and valuable. She loved his attention, but was afraid she’d never recover if he changed his mind.
Pushing her worries from her mind, Rosa dared to believe in Street. She rubbed her hands over his broad shoulders to slide over his powerful back. Loving the play of his muscles under her fingertips, she explored his body as she met each of his kisses with eagerness. When his lips brushed over her jaw and down her throat, the delicious sensations made her shiver with delight.
His rough hand stroked up her rib cage to cup her breast. Rosa’s small breasts were sensitive normally. Now, the caress felt magnified a hundred times. She arched her spine, thrusting her chest upward to encourage him. “Please.”
“Shh! I’ve got you, Little girl.” Street trailed kisses to her tight bud and exhaled a fiery hot breath over her nipple.
Rosa squeezed her thighs together, so turned on. Was it possible to catch fire spontaneously? Then he captured that beaded tip between his teeth, and all thoughts fled from her mind. The slight taste of pain was kerosene.
“Ahh!” she cried out.
Immediately, he released her and smoothed the flat of his tongue over her nipple. “Too much?” he whispered.
“Do it again… and again,” she begged.
He chuckled. The low, erotic sound tumbled over her. “Oh, thank God. Tell me if anything is too much,” he requested.
Nodding to agree to absolutely everything he suggested, Rosa inhaled deeply to present her breasts to him. With a growl, Street repeated the treatment on her other breast. This time he didn’t stop to check on her when she gasped. He pushed her further as he drew her mound partially into his mouth, lashing the tip with his tongue.
When he released her with a popping sound, Rosa held her breath, waiting to see what he would do next. He shifted lower on the bed and slid off the edge of the mattress to kneel on the carpet. Street inserted himself between her thighs and pressed his lips to her lower abdomen.
“No one’s ever,” she whispered.
The heated desire reflected in his gaze flared hotter. “Damn, Little girl. I may spill myself like a teenager.”
He pressed a kiss to her sparse silken hair on her mound. Rosa bit her lower lip. This had always seemed so intimate. She’d shied away from experiencing this with her few previous lovers. What if he didn’t like her?
Street glided the point of his tongue through her pink folds as he pressed her inner thighs apart to display her wantonly to his view. “Mmm,” he hummed, sending delicious vibrations through her sensitive area, drawing a gasp of delight from her lips. “Your taste, Dinorosa.”
The pet name erased her reservations. Street didn’t give her a second to focus on any single touch. He swirled his tongue over her pussy, searching and locating different places that made her breath catch in her throat. The heated tingle that he provoked in her caught fire. Torn between needing to move and freezing so he wouldn’t shift from a delicious spot, Rosa’s muscles tensed, straining for release.
Swirling his tongue over her clit, Street provided the last nudge her body needed. With a cry, Rosa exploded with pleasure. Struggling to anchor herself, she anchored herself by gripping his powerful shoulders. “Daddy,” tumbled from her lips without conscious thought. Hearing herself use that name locked the connection between them deep inside her mind.
“Good girl,” he praised her in a low voice that rumbled with need. Rosa loved his praise. “Come again for Daddy.”
She shook her head, unable to confess that she never climaxed more than once—if she was lucky enough to find her satisfaction at all. Street didn’t pause. He traced her still quivering opening and pressed two fingers deep inside, stretching her passage.
“That’s it, Little girl. Look how well you take my fingers. You’re so hot and wet. I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”
His growly voice inflamed her desire. Rosa had never been with a man who treated her as if she were the best thing he’d ever found. She was simply Rosa. She’d barely passed the GED program one of her kinder employers had suggested to her and struggled daily to survive. Street had erased all her difficulties and offered exquisite pleasure in return.