Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
I’m so aroused that my nipples are diamond hard, visible beneath the surface of the water. The pillows of my breasts bobble a bit, and another warm gush of liquid pools between my thighs. What is the alpha male doing to me with just his fingers on my scalp? Yet his touch is so gentle and soothing that I let out a breathy moan.
“Mmm,” I murmur, my lashes falling shut as my head tilts back so that it’s supported on the ivory porcelain. “That feels incredible.”
There’s no reply from Karl, but my every cell is attuned to him. His masculine presence dominates the room, invading my senses, and the musky scent of an aroused alpha male fills my nose. It’s a mixture of pine, cedar, woodiness, and just plain male musk. It intoxicates me, and I moan again as he lifts a small jug to let warm water trail through my hair.
“What next, sweetheart?” he rasps. I turn a bit to smile at him over my shoulder, and the heat in those blue eyes stun me.
“Just a bit of conditioner,” I manage, reaching for a second bottle. “Massage it through my tresses, please. Thank you, Daddy.”
The word “Daddy” makes him jolt, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes the bottle and squirts some in his hand before continuing that delicious massage of my scalp.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers behind me, his voice reverential. “Built like a woman.”
“You like my curves?” I ask with a giggle, rousing from my half-dazed state for a moment.
“You know I love them,” he replies in an almost pained tone. “You were built for sex, baby. You were built to make a man happy.”
His words should be offensive but instead, they make me go loose and warm inside.
“Mmm, am I?” I say in a coy tone. “Why, what’s next on the menu, Daddy?”
My growly bodyguard merely pours water through my strands, rinsing the conditioner out, before shifting to sit at the halfway point of the tub, near my waist.
“One foot on each side,” he growls, those blue eyes aglow with hunger. By now, I can see that his sweatpants are gone, and he’s completely naked. My mouth goes dry as my heart-rate accelerates because this man is gorgeous. Huge. Aroused. His pole is at least ten inches long, and as thick as a soda can at the base. Glorious veins snake along the sides, and my pupils dilate because I want to taste it. I want to trace those veins with my tongue before pressing my lips to his tip and sucking the come out.
But Karl is on a mission, and his rough voice penetrates my haze.
“One foot on each edge of the bathtub, sweetheart. Do it. I won’t ask twice.”
I stare at him, cheeks flushed, because it means that I’ll be spread-eagle before him. Of course, he can already see my lush curves through the rippling water, but with my legs open and elevated, he’ll see everything. The rosiness of my twat. The hard nub of my clit. OMG, maybe even the brown button of my asshole!
But before I realize what I’m doing, my legs lift from the water, rivulets sluicing off my ivory flesh. Then, I position each ankle on opposite edges of the tub before cupping my big breasts in offering to Karl.
“Is this what you want, Daddy?” I mewl helplessly. “Like this?”
He doesn’t reply for a moment, his eyes glued to my ivory tits before trailing down my narrow waist, down to my soft pink pussy. His gaze is searing, and my nipples harden in response as I mewl again, helpless yet enticing.
“Yes, baby girl,” he rasps. “Daddy’s going to shampoo you down there now. We want to get you clean all over.”
I gasp because oh my god, is he serious? Karl just washed the hair on my head, but now he wants to wash the hair on my pussy? OMG, OMG! But the alpha male’s already reaching for the shampoo, squirting a tiny dollop in his palm before looking at me with hunger in those glowing blue eyes.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
I answer before I realize what I’m doing. My legs part a tiny fraction wider in invitation, and I nod, my eyes glued to his, the heat between us palpable.
“I’m ready whenever you are, Daddy,” I whisper. “Please, get me clean.”
With a low growl, Karl dips those big fingers into the water and gently caresses a silky thigh before trailing up to cup my vag lips. He traces one digit along the seam in between them and I cry out, my head tilting back because it already feels so good.
“Oh Daddy!” I moan. “Mmmm, that feels amazing.”
“I know, baby,” he rasps. “And you’re so responsive, too. It’s because you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? This swollen cunt needs the hard, filthy fucks that only Daddy can provide.”