Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I shake my head. "I won’t do it that way."
But that doesn’t mean I can’t touch her.
That doesn’t mean I can’t make her come.
I strip her slowly, deliberately, kissing the slope of her shoulder, the curve of her cheek.
With a sigh that makes my dick hard, she whispers, "I’ve missed this.”
"So have I."
I bury my face in her hair and inhale.
I remember the way I used to ache for her scent when I was stalking her.
I wanted her so fucking bad.
And now…
Now, she’s in my arms.
And she’s so much more than I ever imagined she would be.
I nuzzle the swell of her breast, flick my tongue over her nipple, and lay her on the bed. I’m dizzy with need, I want her so damn bad.
"I want you inside me," she whispers. “Please.”
I shake my head. "Not yet. I want to make sure you’re better."
She moans, arching against me, and whines when I pull away.
I smirk. "Behave yourself."
She smirks right back and spreads her legs.
Fuck.
Her pussy is glistening, her thighs slick with arousal, driving me out of my fucking mind.
"Maybe you can fuck me in the shower," she suggests, her voice low, teasing. "Maybe you’d feel better about that."
“No.”
Her lips part in protest, and she lets out a whine. “Why do I have to beg?”
I’ve had enough.
I flip her over my lap, press my palm to her lower back, and cup her ass.
She gasps.
But of course, she only squirms and spreads her legs wider, offering herself to me.
I groan, sliding my fingers through her wet heat, teasing her and circling her aching clit.
"I do owe you a spanking, don’t I?" I murmur.
A wicked little smirk. A slow, deliberate nod. "I think you do… Daddy."
Oh, I like the brat.
I like the brat a lot.
I spank her, my palm curving as it slaps across her ass perfectly.
Jesus, that feels good.
"Say it again."
"Say what, Daddy?" Her voice is all tease, all temptation. "Is that what you want? Is that why you fed me in bed and took care of me?"
I spank her again, harder this time, my handprint marking her perfect ass. "You kinky little witch."
She moans and writhes, grinding against my fingers.
"Fuck me, Daddy. Please."
"I told you. Not yet." I rub slow, teasing circles over her clit. "That doesn't mean you can't come, baby. Here. Open up for Daddy."
Jesus fuck, I can’t believe I just said that. I can’t believe how fucking hard it made me.
I stroke her, sliding my fingers deep inside her, and she moans, her hips rocking desperately against my hand.
Fuck a week, might as well be an eternity.
I squeeze her nipples, circling her clit as she takes all of it, her body trembling beneath me.
"I'm so turned on," she gasps. "I can't let go. I can't… I’m all tense."
I spank her again.
"Are you trying to rush me?" My voice drops, turning lethal. "Who said we're on a timeframe?"
I lean down, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the red handprint on her ass. She shivers.
I love that reaction.
She moans and rides my fingers, but I slow down, taking my time because I know what she needs.
I lay her on her back, and her eyes go wide as I wrap my hand around her throat. I flex just enough for her to gasp while I pump my fingers inside her.
Her hips lift off the bed, begging.
I press my fingertips into her neck, her pulse racing under my hand.
I stroke her clit, bend down, and bite her nipple.
With a strangled cry, she comes. Hard.
Her back arches off the bed, and I don't stop. I keep stroking, teasing, watching the way she writhes beneath me, lost in pleasure.
Jesus, she’s beautiful when she comes like this.
And I am hard as fuck.
"Oh my god," she pants out, coming back down from her high.
She reaches for my belt buckle, her hands shaking.
"I'm not going to—"
"I know, I know." She pouts. "But if I don’t get your cock in me right now… Promise me I will soon," she demands, her lower lip jutting out petulantly.
It’s adorable.
Her little pout.
Her need.
"Oh, I promise," I murmur darkly. "I’ll fucking rail you. Harder than you've ever had it before. Every. Fucking. Day."
I lean down, my lips grazing her ear.
"There won’t be another cycle, Anissa."
She stills.
"I’ll put my baby inside you."
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she strokes my cock, her gaze darting to the side as if trying to process it.
Then she bends, licks the head, and moans.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
I brace myself over her and fuck her mouth.
She moans, swallowing me whole, sucking, licking the tip, her eyes rolling back as if I’m the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted.
"Yes," she groans around my cock. "Fuck my mouth."
I fuck her hard—until her eyes water and she cries out. But she’s into this.
She cups my balls, her head moving in rhythm, tugging me back and forth, taking me.