Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Brea screams as she comes. It’s the best sound in the world, and I don’t care if anyone in the vicinity heard her. I was wrong about having a few more thrusts left in me. As soon as her pussy grips my cock, I follow her over the edge, my entire body jerking as my cock empties inside her.
Best sensation on Earth. I’m so fucking lucky.
I’ve found my perfect mate, and damn is she ever perfect.
Chapter Thirteen
Brea
Daddy chuckles as he drags me around on the bed. I can’t move a single muscle. That’s how sated I am. I can’t stop grinning either. My mouth is frozen in this blissed-out position.
Navin cleans me up with washcloths. He also spreads my legs and closely examines my pussy because he’s worried he was too rough with me. I doubt I even bled.
There was a tightness when he first entered, but I didn’t experience any real pain. I was also unprepared for how good sex would feel. I’ve heard girls talk about their first time or even their second or third. None of them found sex to be very satisfying. I don’t think they reached orgasm. They mostly spoke as though men are selfish pricks who take and take and don’t give.
I’m sure that doesn’t apply to all men, but I’m equally certain it would have applied to whoever intended to buy my virginity.
What happened with Navin was magical. I’m ruined for all other men, which is for the best, since I’m slowly beginning to trust that this is my home now. It’s where I belong. Maybe I was always destined to be Navin’s mate. It’s impossible to know. But I’m so glad he found me and decided to save my life, even if he did have to bind me to him for eternity to do so.
I don’t pay close attention as he pulls something over my head and then up my legs. I assume he’s dressing me, but I can’t bring myself to open my eyes. When he’s done, he kisses my bare stomach before tugging a shirt down over the spot.
When I finally open my eyes, I find him leaning over me, smiling. “You’re so beautiful, Little love.”
“You’re strikingly handsome yourself, Daddy.”
He kisses me. “Would you like me to remove these stitches before we head to the kitchen? Your body healed with incredible speed. It pleases me to know that you might be able to heal quickly in the future.”
The truth is I’ve completely forgotten there was a giant gash on my thigh. I’ve been way too preoccupied this morning to notice my leg. As Daddy turns away, I rise onto my elbows and look down.
The first thing I notice is what I’m wearing. It makes me giggle. “Why am I not surprised this is what you chose for me to wear?”
Daddy turns back, having gathered several items from the nightstand. He sets them on the bed next to my hip. “You don’t like white?”
“White?” I laugh. “This is more like translucent.” I’m wearing a thin tank top that’s tight around my breasts and a pair of panties out of the same material. I look obscene. I’d be less revealing if I were naked. I can see the dark color of my areolas, and there’s no hiding their pucker.
“I think you look fantastic,” he teases. “You don’t need more than this when we’re in the house.”
“What if someone comes to visit, and I’m in the main room?”
He shrugs. “I’ll cover you before anyone enters. Plus, it’s only temporary. Quinn and Ronan are going to pick up some clothes for you. They’ll be back later this morning with supplies.”
“What if I get cold?” I say, goading him because it’s fun.
He smirks. “You’ll never be cold if you press yourself against me.”
I roll my eyes. He’s kidding, of course. Isn’t he? I’ve never owned anything this revealing for wearing alone in my own bedroom at night. I never would have taken this kind of risk. Someone could have walked in on me and gotten an eyeful. I couldn’t trust that my brothers or their friends wouldn’t show up in the middle of the night looking for drug money.
I’ve never even owned panties this skimpy or thin. Sure, they’re just simple cotton panties, but they hide nothing, and they’re bikini cut, same as yesterday’s.
I can’t help but roll my eyes again as I refocus on my breasts. It’s not as if I need a bra for support or anything. I’m young. They’re perky. But this tank top is tight, and my nipples are prominent. I’ve never seen them this large or this hard.
Dropping my gaze to my thigh, I sit taller. It really is amazing how quickly it healed. I should be dead. Instead it looks like a plastic surgeon worked on it for hours eight weeks ago. My only complaint at the moment is that it itches, and I bet that will stop when he removes the stitches.