Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
His hand slides into my hair and pulls at the roots, and the authority in it is so quiet now, so woven into the ordinary fabric of us that I barely register it as anything other than him. The man I know. The man I've always known, and then the man I discovered, and then the man who became this. All of it somehow the same person.
"We got here," he says, "because I wasn't going to let it go any other way."
“You’re insufferable.”
But, also completely accurate.
I press my mouth to his and melt like I always do. His arm bands around my back and pulls me in until there's no space left between us and he kisses me the way he does everything. Like he has all the time in the world and intends to spend it with me.
Downstairs Mara shouts in the dialect of three-year-olds. The whole house smells like butter and garlic and the particular warmth of something that took a long time to build and is not going anywhere.
He pulls back just enough to look at me.
"You're done working," he says. Not a question.
"Yeah, Daddy." I settle into his chest and close my eyes. "I'm done."
He walks to the door, closes it and nods toward the special chair in the corner.
“Assume the position, little girl. Daddy’s needy.”
I’m wet in a second as I pop off the bed, his hand lands on my ass as I wiggle my way by.
The next twenty minutes are bliss. Messy, thrusting, sucking, sloppy bliss.
“Good girl.” He says as I pant and see stars. “Daddy loves you. Now, clean off my cock.”
He pushes his sex slick head to my mouth and I eagerly open.
I’m lost in the flavor of us, the euphoria of being completely myself with someone knowing, I’m his priority.
Always.
Forever.
Daddy’s girl.