Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
When she's standing in front of me in nothing but cotton underwear, I have to take a deep breath to keep from feeding her every thick inch of me with no prep work which, no bueno. Don’t want to tear her in half. At least, not the first time.
"Come back here," I say, pulling her down to straddle me again. "Better?"
"Warmer," she admits.
"Good." I run my hands over her bare skin, mapping the curve of her waist, the soft swell of her breasts. "You're so fucking perfect."
"I'm not—"
"Don't." I silence her with a kiss that's harder than the first one, more demanding letting our tongues talk for a minute before pulling back. "Don't argue with me about how perfect you are."
She melts into me, her body going pliant in a way that tells me she's finally letting go of whatever wall she's been trying to maintain between us.
"Daddy," she whispers against my lips, and the word goes straight to my cock.
"That's right, little girl." I unhook her bra and toss it aside, groaning at the sight of her bare breasts, the little nipples hardening in the cool air, calling out to be sucked, to be worshiped. "Tell Daddy what you need."
"I need..." She squirms against me, her core pressed right against the hard length of me through my jeans. "I need you to touch me."
"Where?"
"Everywhere."
I start with her breasts, taking one perfect nipple into my mouth while I palm the other. She arches into me, her hands fisting in my hair as I lavish attention on each in turn.
"More," she gasps.
"More what?"
"I don't know. I just... I need more."
"I know what you need." I lift her off my lap and lay her down on the bench, positioning myself between her spread thighs. "You need Daddy to take care of you."
I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down her legs, leaving her completely bare in front of me. She tries to close her legs, but I catch her knees and hold them open.
"Don't hide from me," I say firmly. "Let me see all of you."
She's beautiful everywhere, but especially here, pink and wet and ready for me. She’s natural too, and I love every curl. I can't resist leaning down to taste her, to run my tongue through her folds and listen to the broken sound she makes when I find her clit.
"Oh God," she pants. "Cade, please."
"Please what?"
"Please whatever you do down there with your mouth, do more."
“You’re turning into a proper greedy babygirl slut for me.” I work her with my mouth until she's writhing and bucking, until her thighs are shaking and she's making sounds that are going to live in my fantasies for the rest of my life. Her body rewards me with mouthfuls of her delicious warmth, and I swallow it down as she calls for Daddy over and over.
“Daddy…”, she moans, her hands pulling at my hair hard enough to hurt. I keep going until she stops shaking, then press soft kisses to her thighs while she catches her breath.
"Holy shit," she breathes when she can speak again.
"Language, little girl."
"Sorry, Daddy." She doesn't look sorry. She looks satisfied and sleepy and completely debauched. "That was..."
"That was just the starter." I stand up and start unbuttoning my damp shirt, still licking my lips, savoring the taste of her. "Now it's time for the main course."
Her eyes go wide as I strip out of my clothes, but she doesn't look away. If anything, she watches with the same focused intensity she brings to everything else, like she's memorizing every detail.
"God, how do you look bigger?" she asks with a mixture of fear and awe when I'm finally naked in front of her.
"And you're so small."
Christ. No condom. Every rational part of my brain is screaming at me to stop, to think this through. But she's nineteen, on the fucking enemy pill her controlling parents put her on to keep her from making any mistakes. And the primitive part of me that has already claimed her as mine wants to mark her completely, to fill her with my seed and make her truly mine.
But looking at her face, so young and trusting, I realize something that cuts through the breeding haze. She isn't ready for that. Not because of her body—her body is perfect and willing—but because she's spent her whole life being someone else's good girl. She needs time to figure out who she is when she doesn't have to be what everyone else expects of her.
She needs to be little first. The breeding rage inside me fights to come forward, but I’ll always put her needs first.
"We're going to take this slow."
"I don't want slow."
“I’m very focused on what you want, baby, but sometimes it’s what you need that’s going to be a priority, and fast and hard is not what you need. Trust Daddy on this.”