Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
The rapture that transforms his face ends my beautiful torment once and for all, his sperm blasting into my come-slickened, horny channel, his hips pinning mine to the edge of the dresser where he humps me frantically, baying like an animal, the cologne bottle tumbling off the dresser entirely, but he doesn’t slow down. No, he looks me in the eye, his mouth hanging open, eyes glassy, the veins in his neck straining. And it’s right there in his shellshocked expression, written so clearly that he’s never had an orgasm so intense in his life. Not until me.
Not until his little girl.
“Fuck,” he groans, renewing his pounds, his hard abdomen smacking up against my perked-up ass. “Fuck, I can’t stop coming. It keeps going.”
I blink at him innocently. “I’m trying to take it, but I’m too small to fit it all.”
“You don’t have to tell me it’s small,” he snarls, falling over me, grinding upward and holding deep inside my body while he shudders and moans, his pleasure splashing like spilled milk down onto the floor. “My little girl. Built like a fucking angel, but she can take a beating like a slut, can’t she?”
My pleasure surges. Over his blunt talk. His passion. “Only for you.”
“That’s fucking right. Mine.”
He pulls his length out from between my legs, swiping a hand across his sweaty forehead. Before I can guess his intention, he backhands me across the buttocks. Hard.
An orgasm hits me like a cyclone.
And I’m just a naked body, face down over a dresser, shaking and creaming myself while he watches it happen from behind, his palms cracking down several more times on the curves of my buns. Every so often, he strokes a rope of ejaculate onto my smarting bottom, before continuing my corporal punishment. One dominant slap at a time from his huge hand, prolonging my climax until it starts to hurt and I finally, finally, slide backwards off the dresser into his strong arms, my muscles limp. Liquid.
I’m placed in Jason’s bed and he climbs in after me, spooning me from behind and stroking my sweat-dampened hair, planting kisses on the side of my face, my shoulders.
“Good girl. Good girl. You are Daddy’s only girl. So fucking perfect in every way, I can’t believe you’re mine. I can’t fucking believe you’re mine, sweet angel.” He gently massages my butt, easing the sting, and emotion builds in my throat. I didn’t know where submitting to this man would lead me, but I’m so glad I followed my heart.
I’ve never felt so cherished, safe, loved and fulfilled in my entire life.
“I love you, Jason,” I whisper shakily, a tear sneaking down my cheek.
He presses his face into my neck, inhaling me, his voice borderline unsteady. “I love you, too, Shea. I’m never letting you go.”
I fall asleep with a dreamy smile on my face.
fourteen
Jason
I open my eyes to daylight, which hasn’t happened in a long, long time.
Thankfully, it’s only a sliver of sunshine. Because Shea is still in my bed. She fell asleep and never went back to the guest room.
I look down at the blonde snuggling into my arms and feel my heart swell.
This. This is exactly what I need. For the rest of my life.
To wake up and see this angel safe, resting and well loved.
Waking her up causes me physical pain, but neither one of us wants Emma to find out about our relationship by discovering Shea in my bed. As gently as possible, I shake her right shoulder, leaving kisses along her hairline. She lifts her head and blinks at me like a drowsy kitten, her beautiful mouth stretching into a smile.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“Good morning, angel.”
Awareness creeps into her expression. “Uh-oh. I should go.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“I know.” She kisses the spot between my pecs, then my chin. Then she simply scrambles on top of me in all her naked beauty, kissing me on the mouth with a giggle. “I don’t ever want to go three days without making love to you again.”
My dick is already as stiff as an iron spike. “We don’t ever have to.”
“I’m going to tell Emma today,” she says.
“We’re going to tell her. I’m not letting you deal with that alone.”
“Okay.” She appears thoughtful and I can’t help but run my palms down her tight little ass cheeks, wishing I could simply spend the morning fucking her. I’d start by giving her head, because she’s most likely sore from the rough way I took her last night. Yeah, I’d lick her clit until she starts babbling, then I’d grind my cock into her good and slow. Christ, I have to stop thinking about this or I’m never going to let her out of this bed. “Maybe we should bring Emma to a restaurant to tell her tonight,” she muses aloud. “That way, if she gets mad and tries to murder us, there are witnesses.”