Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“I…I guess that would be okay.”
I hesitate. “You guess?”
She searches my eyes. “I know that would be okay.”
“Good girl,” I say, heart pounding with pride. So much confidence in me. Don’t abuse it. Keeping our mouths locked, I take a few steps forward until her back meets the row of metal lockers and I angle my hips, groaning brokenly when my cock is able to grind and hold against that supple mound, her sweet gasp briefly interrupting our kiss, and I’m so lost in sexual need, I don’t take care to guard my words. The heat of my body simply translates to a sentiment and I can’t do anything to stop it from rasping up my throat. “There’s a little angel making Daddy very hard right now, isn’t there?”
I play those words back, shocked at myself for referring to myself in such a way, even if something is growling to life inside of me just hearing that moniker out loud. Common sense is telling me to jog back the statement, because it will be too much for her, too confusing, but I can only watch in fascination as bewildered hunger dawns on her features, my balls getting harder and sweatier between her thighs, possessiveness streaking down the length of my spine.
“Daddy?” she whispers, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. “Is that…what I should call you?”
Fuck yes, I want to bellow into her neck.
Calm. Stay calm.
“Why don’t we use it for a while and see how it feels?”
“Okay.” She inhales quickly when my cock surges against the swatch of her panties and I pin her rhythmically to the locker, while the metal creak, creak, creaks. “Can you keep kissing me now…Daddy?”
Dear God. I don’t recognize what’s happening inside of me. It’s like being anointed ruler of the universe. I’m already a large man, but I become a giant in that moment, my mouth capturing her little mewls, taking, her tongue no longer hesitant to meet and stroke mine, our bodies melting into one with slow yet rough squeezes of my hips up, up, up between her thighs, her head falling back now, tempting me to lick the length of her beautiful, young neck while she catches her breath, her fingers starting to tear at my hair, the collar of my shirt, our mouths mating in a frenzy that hints at how we’ll fuck someday very soon. Like long-lost lovers that have been separated too long.
“I’m g-getting that feeling again…”
“The one you had yesterday on the couch?”
“Mmmm.”
“What did I tell you, angel? Be selfish. This time, take what you need from me.”
Her eyes are glassy when they meet mine, her arousal making her even more beautiful. Rosy and vulnerable and ripe. “Are you going to take what you need from me, too?” she hiccups, her hips starting to writhe, rock, her thighs trembling.
“Watching you have an orgasm while I dry hump you is going to kill me, little girl. I’m going to make a fucking mess.” I slide my palms down her thighs and up beneath her dress, moaning over my first clutch of her unparalleled ass. Lord almighty, it’s so smooth and round. Taut. A temptation God himself couldn’t turn down. “We’ll make a mess together.”
“I’m having a…a-an orgasm, D-D-Daddy.”
I shove my mouth up against her ear, licking it crudely. “Hear that, Waylon? Your wife calls me Daddy when she busts.”
We hit our peaks simultaneously, her ass flexing in my hands, warm goodness soaking the zipper of my pants. Through her panties and my briefs, that liquid heat spreads between us, dampening everything, my balls twisted up like twin screws trying to drill into my stomach from below—fuck me fuck me fuck me—lust like I’ve never known boiling over and burning us both, our bodies straining, her moans echoing through the empty locker room, her legs shaking around me with pleasure this time, not fear, our mouths frantic, kissing in between satisfied exclamations.
I’m careful not to crush her when the bliss runs its course, leaving me wasted, swaying drunkenly on my feet. I keep her tight to my chest, nonetheless, unwilling to let her go, to break contact. Mine.
“I don’t think I’ll have nightmares about this place ever again,” she whispers into my throat, sending my heart back into a sprint.
“Only good dreams from now on, angel,” I say, kissing her thoroughly, letting her feel what she’s doing to me. Branding me. Owning me. Making me fall in love with her. But I’m not going to take it for granted that she feels the same way. What if through liberating her from her husband, she flies away from me, too?
Panic settles in—and with only two days left until her husband returns, I need to work fast. To make sure she’s free to choose me.
“How about I take you on that date tonight?” I say, kissing her forehead.