Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
When I finally ease back to wipe my lips on the back of my hand, she lifts her head and meets my gaze. “You lied to me, Daddy.” Her voice is small again.
I frown, confused.
She giggles. “You said sex wouldn’t be like in books. That was much better than any book I’ve read, and you’re still wearing your pants.” She shoves to her elbows. “Take them off.”
I rise above her and unbutton my jeans before lowering the zipper. I waste no time getting naked and snagging a condom from the nightstand. I just bought this box a few days ago, and I’m glad I already removed the plastic wrapper so I don’t have to fight to get it open now.
“Are you sure you want Daddy inside you tonight, Baby girl? It’s not mandatory. I’ll be happy to give you all the orgasms you want. We don’t have to have sex.”
She narrows her gaze at me, though she can’t pull off fierce like she wants to. “Stop stalling.” She scoots back. “I want you inside me. I want to know what it feels like to be full of you.”
I roll the condom on and climb up between her legs. Holding her gaze, I reach between us and ease a finger into her pussy.
She whimpers.
I draw in a breath. “You’re so tight, princess. Let Daddy stretch you out for a minute.”
She nods as I add a second finger. Jesus, fuck, she’s tight.
“I know about sex. I’m not ignorant, you know. I know it’s going to hurt at first. I’m not a wimp. I don’t like crispy french fries with red catsup, but I can tolerate a little pain.”
She’s so fucking brave and so fucking hot.
I stretch her tight channel for another minute and then play with her clit until she’s writhing.
“Stop teasing,” she shouts.
Propping on my elbows on both sides of her head, I stare down at her. We will never have this experience a second time. I want to remember every second. I want to watch her face and absorb every detail from the wince of pain to the wash of pleasure sure to follow.
I don’t have to reach down to line my cock up with her entrance. It finds the spot just fine on its own.
She pushes her legs open wider, welcoming me into her body. Her hands go to my hips, her nails digging in.
When I ease into her, it feels like my cock is going to be strangled. And then my naughty girl bucks her hips up, forcing me deeper. Her fingers are going to leave bruises on my hips. I don’t give a fuck.
“More,” she pleads.
I thrust in to the hilt.
She gasps, wincing at the intense pressure. I know it has to hurt. I’ve never felt a grip this tight around my cock. Ignoring the need to come, I watch her face. I lower my lips to kiss her, all over her face. “You’re so beautiful, Josie. There are no words. Try to relax. The pain will go away in a minute.”
She’s panting, but she nods her head, trusting me. Finally, she meets my gaze. “It’s better now. Do it again.”
I ease almost out and back into her.
Her eyes go wide and a smile spreads. “Ohhhh.”
My God. There are no words. Her shock and pleasure is my undoing.
“Chase…” she begs.
I give her what she wants. What we both want. Thrusting in and out as gently as I can manage, she catches the rhythm and moves with me. She’s so fucking sexual. I was already in love with her, but that love has deepened. I hope she doesn’t balk when I tell her she’s never sleeping alone again.
I try so hard to focus on her and make sure she has the best experience ever to keep my own orgasm at bay. When I slide a hand between us, find her clit, and press against it, she detonates. It’s so raw and so damn perfect. I finally let myself go and come with my cock as deep as I can reach.
Chapter Eleven
Josie
I haven’t stopped smiling since my Daddy made love to me. I’m floating through the entire bath and as he dries me off with the new special towels he purchased. When he pats my sore bottom to encourage me to head toward the bed, I giggle and skip that direction.
I wait for him to turn out all the lights. Any modesty I had before tonight has mostly fled. I stand naked next to Daddy’s bed and wait for him. He returns with my doll Emma in his hands, lifts me onto the mattress, and climbs in next to me.
It’s weird having him with me, but I like it. He pulls the covers over us, hauls my back against his chest, and holds me. His lips come to my ear. “Are you comfortable, Baby girl?”