Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Her eyes widened, and she went rigid, her breath betraying her as her chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm. “Lucian…”
“Did you like riding Daddy’s face?” I pushed, my voice deep and unrelenting.
“I—” She swallowed.
I crawled onto the bed, prowling up between her legs. “Did you like when Daddy slid his big fat cock between your sweet cheeks, pretending to fuck that tiny asshole? Did you like it when he pinched your little nipples and whispered in your ear?”
She rocked her hips, unable to hide how much my questions aroused her, but also bit her pouting lips, revealing how much she didn’t want to like it.
“It’s okay, baby. I liked watching Daddy fuck my little princess. I liked watching him make you come.”
“You did?” she breathed.
“Oh, yeah. It made me come so hard down your pretty throat. You sucked me so well.”
I rested my hands on her knees, spreading her wider. Her whimper rang like music to my ears, and I wanted more. Keeping my heavy-lidded gaze on hers, I pressed a kiss to her knee, sucking and biting my way up her thigh, leaving bruises for her to remember tomorrow.
“As much as I loved watching Daddy bury his face between your little thighs, my tongue will be the last one you remember fucking you until you come.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please, Sir.”
With a growl, I dove in like a man who found an oasis in the desert. I drove my tongue deep before lashing her clit. I sucked and bit—I feasted. I savored every drop of wetness coating my mouth and chin, but it wasn’t enough.
I was done teasing, needing more. I was done with my dick brushing against the cold silk sheets when her warm pussy begged me to fill her up. I was done listening to the alarm; its warning fading with each ragged cry falling from her lips.
I was done not kissing her.
I pushed a thigh back to her chest and shoved two fingers deep inside her, hooking them the way she liked as I latched onto her clit and sucked. Within moments, her hips jerked, grinding against my face. Her core fluttered around my fingers, and I knew she was close. I pinched her nub between my teeth and swirled my tongue, launching her over the edge. She moaned, heavy and loud, rocking her hips, riding my hand as I made my way up her body.
Her cries faded to whimpers, and I slid my fingers free, wedging the head of my cock in their place. I held myself steady just inside her entrance, wanting her eyes on mine when I drove inside her. I wanted her mouth on mine so I could feast on the sounds she made while taking me deep.
I rested on my elbows, framing each side of her head, my thumbs stroking back the sweat-dampened hair along her forehead. She stared up at me, her eyes open and unguarded, shining with a depth of trust I’d never known from anyone before. Not with the fake kind Daria pretended to have. Not the trust any sub had for their Dom, like Emily gave. Just an honest trust to guide her through an all-new experience she knew nothing about, but believed I could give her. The kind of trust that latched onto an ache floating through my body, begging to be owned.
The dim bathroom light cast across her face, illuminating her flushed cheeks and swollen lips—calling to me, pulling me in all over again.
“Fuck,” I breathed, giving in.
She met me halfway, feeding me her sharp scream as she took me all the way to the hilt.
I sank into her, hard and steady, bouncing her breasts against my chest with each thrust. She dug her heels into the bed, rising to meet each one as if she couldn’t wait for me to be back inside her.
Her hands dove into my hair, holding me, taking her time to explore my mouth as I explored hers.
We fucked like we had all the time in the world and wanted to remember every second.
So different from our aggressive, frantic fucking before.
Time lost meaning as I ground my hips down, rotating my hips to brush against her bundle of nerves, wanting to feel every inch of my body in contact with hers. When we became desperate for breath, I sucked in gulps of air between biting my way down her neck to her breast, sucking and playing with her nipples until they stood rigid between my lips, and she begged me for relief.
Then I made my way back up, eager to lose myself in her kisses all over again.
Her nails dug into my shoulders and dragged down my back, pulling a guttural cry from me and a savage thrust deeper than before. Sweat dripped down my temples and slicked across our skin. I had no idea how long I’d been between her legs, but when she gripped my ass and pleaded for more, I couldn’t deny her.