Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
“I might totally take advantage of you, Daddy,” she teased playfully.
“I think your PLAYTIME profile should have listed Little girl and temptress.”
She grinned at him, delighted by the light-hearted fun. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, she tugged it up. The view was spectacular as he pulled the shirt over his head. Coco reached out to trace his chiseled muscles. He groaned, making her gaze rebound to his face. The heat in his eyes ignited the smoldering desire inside her.
“Let’s get you in the tub, baby girl.”
Roman brushed her hands away when she tried to help him. In a flash, she stood naked in front of him. The lights in the bathroom seemed very bright. Coco struggled not to shield her flaws from his view.
“Daddy’s beautiful baby. Damn, how did I get so lucky?” he asked, running his hands down her sides, caressing her curves and seemingly missing those random bulges that Coco hated on her body.
She shivered, feeling more desirable than ever before. He immediately scooped her up in his arms and set her in the tub.
“I don’t want you to catch a chill, Coco. Sit down in the warm water. Is that too hot?”
“No, Daddy. It feels wonderful. Look at all the bubbles.” She reached out to gather an armful of the fluffy whiteness.
Her play was interrupted as he unfastened his pants. His heavy shaft burst through the open fly, contained only by the cotton briefs he wore underneath. She shifted in the tub to watch the show as he pushed the material down his thick thighs and let it drop to the floor.
She gave up even trying not to stare as he hooked his fingers in his boxer briefs and tugged them down. Coco shook her head. There was no way that was real.
“Baby girl, you’re killing me,” he groaned when her gaze centered on his cock.
“That’s not going to fit,” she told him.
CHAPTER 9
He chuckled. “It will fit—perfectly.” He stepped out of his clothes and climbed into the tub with her. The water rose close to the edge of the tub as Roman reached around her to turn off the faucet. Wet with the silkiness of the bubble bath and the water, their bodies slid erotically against each other, taking her breath away.
“I think bubblegum just became one of my favorite scents,” he said in a husky voice she loved.
“Uh-huh,” she agreed, bobbing her head.
Roman reached for a washcloth folded at the side of the tub and dipped it into the water. “Close your eyes, Coco.”
She followed his instructions and felt the warm cloth wipe over her face. His touch felt so good. Coco tilted her head as he stroked over the sensitive lines of her throat and over her shoulders. “That feels so good,” she moaned.
His lips brushed her shoulder as he washed her arm. “I’m glad, Coco. Just let Daddy take care of you.”
“Mmm,” she hummed, enjoying his attention.
Her eyes flew open when he washed over the swell of her breasts. She inhaled sharply as he swirled the cloth over each breast slowly, as if he had all the time in the world to lavish on her. A few minutes later, Coco watched the cloth as it slid down the center of her torso. She bit her lip in anticipation.
“Such a good Little girl,” he praised her as she spread her legs widely to allow him to rub the washcloth over her mound and across her pink folds.
Wiggling as the terrycloth brushed over her, Coco could feel her body responding to all the stimuli surrounding her. The allure of silky water, his warmth wrapped around her, the caressing cloth, and his hot mouth pressing kisses to her shoulders blended together to thrill her. She ran her hands along his powerful thighs emerging from the dwindling bubbles and heard his low moan rumble through his chest.
When he lifted the cloth from her, she blurted, “Daddy? I’m clean. Can I wash you?”
“If you would like to,” he replied and handed over the square piece of fabric. “Let me help you, Coco.”
He steadied her as she carefully turned in the bathtub to face him. Coco smiled at his handsome face and instructed, “Daddy, close your eyes.”
Following his example, Coco washed his face and neck, leaning forward to press kisses to his skin. She turned her attention to his shoulders and arms before smoothing the cloth over his broad chest. Roman was the perfect amount of hairy—not baby smooth, but lightly furry. She enjoyed the crisp feel of the short strands under her hands. Her Daddy groaned when she flicked her fingernails over his nipples.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she apologized, not meaning it at all. She repeated the motion and followed her actions with “Oops!”
“Are you teasing Daddy, Little girl? I could tease your bottom if that would help you behave.”