Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
“Suck harder,” I whimper, my hips writhing in his lap, those untried tendons flexing and pulsing. Is it natural to be this wet? I don’t know. All I can do is buck my lower body while Joel rakes his mouth from one breast to the other, his eyes glittering up at me while he tongues my nipples, fitting my entire breast in his mouth with a hoarse sound and letting it go with a pop, before focusing once again on the straining buds that seem to be connected to the place between my thighs. “Suck, suck, suck.”
“Make all the demands you want in that little fuck-me skirt.” Unexpectedly, he grips my throat in an unwavering hand. “But I’ll make some, too. Open your pretty mouth.”
I couldn’t be more eager to do what I’m told.
He squeezes my throat while he spits in my mouth. “Now tell me to suck them.”
“S-suck,” I cry out, his spit slipping down my chin and dripping onto my chest—and he grips my right breast in a punishing grip, closing his hard mouth around the nipples and sucking so hard his cheeks go hollow…
My reality snaps in two and my lower body tightens like a snake, before sending me flying into some vortex of physical bliss I’ve never visited before. My sex is constricting so rapidly, I instinctively try to close my legs from the beautiful alarm of it all, but Joel’s hips are in the way and he’s humping them up and down in a frenzy, his face a mask of pain while he fights through his own release. I’m entranced by him, this mature man in prime physical condition battling wave after wave of the storm I’m caused while his spit drips off my chin.
He's…beautiful.
He’s an animal.
He choked and spit on me and all I can think is…when is next time?
There’s a ringing somewhere. Possibly my ears.
No, it’s Joel’s phone.
Still breathing hard and looking at me like he’d be interested in throwing me down on the ground and taking our night further, he pulls the phone out of his pocket, nonetheless.
“Christ.” He swipes at the sweat on his forehead. “It’s your father.”
CHAPTER 5
Joel
Guilt sits in my sternum like food that won’t digest.
The phone continues to vibrate in my hand. I have no idea how I’m going to answer and have a normal conversation when the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen is sitting in my lap topless, watching me while she catches her breath. With my spit glistening on her chin in the moonlight, dazed from her orgasm. God help me, my cock is already getting stiff again, she’s so fucking gorgeous. Her hips move so eagerly, so accurately. Those tits taste like the finest honey, too—I’m never going to get the flavor out of my mouth or my head.
Fuck.
There’s a voice in the back of my head telling me I’ve just doomed myself forever. Nothing will ever compare to her—and she’s off limits.
Even if by some stroke of luck, Phil could forgive me for hooking up with his eighteen-year-old daughter, he couldn’t have been clearer that he doesn’t want the life of a pilot’s wife for his daughter. Hell, Haylo doesn’t want a pilot. In fact, I’m pretty sure her main objective tonight is to fuck me in a revenge plot against her father.
So this situation is pretty complicated. Because even knowing all of that, the guilt, the consequences, her ulterior motive…I still want to bring her back to my hotel and come inside of her as many times as humanly possible before I leave tomorrow night. I’ve never manhandled a woman or spat on her. I’ve never gotten off on being called Daddy. All of this is foreign to me. She’s coaxing something dominant inside of me that wants to strike like a snake and I’m not sure if I can control it. Not when she’s a living, breathing temptation.
Holding Haylo’s wide-eyed gaze, I answer the phone. There’s every chance she’s going to out me to her father, right here and now. Speak up and let him know she’s here, sitting in my lap, with her freshly sucked nipples. If that’s what she chooses to do, so be it. I deserve to get caught red-handed. I’ll face the consequences like a man. “Phil. How’s it going?”
“I’m on my way to pick up a hot redhead—it doesn’t get much better than that!” What about you?”
Haylo obviously hears through the phone, because her father’s words cause her shoulders to slump, her arms to cross protectively over her breasts. “Right. Just finished with the sorority’s welcome dinner.”
“How was it?”
I couldn’t keep my hands off your sexy little daughter. “Nice. About what you’d expect. A lot of excited squealing. Overcooked chicken.”
Haylo rolls her eyes at me.
“No booze?” Phil asks.
“Not a drop.”
Good thing, too. My judgment is already sorely lacking tonight.