Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
When he pulled her shirt up, Essie grabbed his hands. “Zander, I’m…. I’m not shaped like you.” Suddenly nervous, Essie didn’t want to disappoint him.
“Thank goodness, Essie.” Zander tugged the shirt up, but Essie held on to the hem.
“I mean, I’m not buff like you.” How could she ever have believed he could be interested in her?
“Essie, if I wanted someone who looked like me, I’d jack off in front of the mirror. I’m attracted to you. I love your curves and can’t wait to see, touch, and taste every part of you.”
Her mouth dropped open at that last statement. She recovered and squeaked, “Really? You’re not just saying that?”
“When have you ever heard me say something I don’t mean?”
She had to shake her head to answer that question. “Never.”
“Exactly. Let me unwrap the best present I’ll ever receive.”
As she unpacked that statement, Essie allowed him to tug her shirt out of her hands. He drew it carefully over her head, trying to keep the material away from her face. With a toss, her dusty clothing joined his. Zander never glanced away to see where it fell. His brilliant blue eyes focused solely on her.
“Gorgeous.” He ran his hand over his chest and down to his buckle. With a swoosh of leather, he pulled the belt from the loops of his jeans. She jumped as he slapped the strip over his open hand. “I hope you’re naughty enough to earn several stripes with Daddy’s belt.”
She shook her head quickly to deny she’d ever be that bad. Why did that threat of punishment make her pussy gush? Her body seemed to think getting strapped with the belt was something to eagerly anticipate. Squeezing her legs together, she couldn’t tear her gaze from his hand as he popped the top button and drew his zipper downward.
“You’re making Daddy so hard, I’m going to nick myself with the metal teeth.”
“Sorry?” she offered, completely focused on his body. His groan did funny things to her insides. She couldn’t wait to hear what sounds he’d make while they had sex. That thought was wiped from her brain when his cock, still encased in the stretchy brief’s material, sprang through the opening—thick, hard, and eager.
Her courage bolstered by the obvious proof that her pouchy tummy didn’t turn him off, Essie reached for her waistline to unfasten her pants.
“Not happening, Little girl,” Zander said, stopping her hands by wrapping his around them. “Daddy’s in charge.”
He stepped back slightly to take over. His fingers caressed her rounded tummy as he opened her pants. He encircled her waist with his hands before rotating his palms against her to insert his fingers into the gaping waistband. Sliding his hands along her sides and over her hips, Zander guided her jeans over her thighs. The material tumbled to the ground.
“Damn, you’re a sight for sore eyes. I’ve fantasized about this moment for years.” A thrill zinged through her at his confession. He dipped his head down to kiss her hard and fast before yanking his jeans off along with his shoes and socks. He dropped to his knees in front of her, only dressed in his boxer briefs.
“Put your hands on my shoulders, Little girl, and lift this foot.” He tapped on her left sandal. When she followed his directions, Zander tossed away her shoe before sliding the material over her foot as he praised her, “Good girl.”
Those two words shouldn’t have that much of an effect on her, but they did. She bit her lip, basking in his approval and wanting to please him more. Quickly, she rebalanced and lifted the other foot. Zander rewarded her by rubbing his hand over her calf before removing her clothing on that side.
As he stood, Zander trailed his fingers up her legs before taking her in his arms. He kissed her hard, and Essie arched against him. Her pelvis pressed against his steely shaft, drawing a groan from them both.
Zander ripped his mouth away and growled, “You’re testing my control, Essie. The only thing I can think about is burying my cock deep inside you. This shower is going to be cold.”
She shivered against him. “The fastest shower ever,” she urged.
Zander scooped her up in his arms. Instantly she panicked, pushing at his chest to signal him to set her down. “I’m too heavy, Zander. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“Stop!” he barked, making Essie freeze.
Turning, he carried her into the bathroom without a wrinkle of effort showing on his face. He didn’t say a word as he set her feet on the rug and turned on the spray in the immense walk-in shower.
“I’m a fit guy, Essie. You are not too heavy. Let this be a lesson to you about trusting your Daddy to know his abilities. I’ve warned you about speaking negatively about yourself. You’ve earned five swats. Turn around and face the wall.”