Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Open your thighs,” I rasp, pushing my pants down, along with my briefs, the belt clanking loudly. “Daddy needs it rough this time, angel.”
When she does as she’s told without a second’s hesitation, showing off all that pretty pink between her legs, seed sprays from the head of my cock, leaving a stripe across her gorgeous ass. Christ, she’s such a fucking turn on. The sight of her alone, the anticipation of thrusting into her, pushes me right to the edge. Knowing I don’t have long before my balls give up the fight, I fist my erection and tuck it up against her quivering little hole.
“You love having me wrapped around your finger, don’t you? This is how you do it. Treating me to this tight goddamn pussy, baby.” I sink several inches inside of Shelby, her eager whimpers spurring me on. Making me want to pump hard, fast. Violently. “You spoil me, I spoil you. That’s how it works. I’ve got the money and you’ve got this hot, young honey cunt.”
Shelby shocks the hell out of me by tightening up her channel, a wild tremor passing through her, a scream ripping from her throat. She’s coming and I’m barely halfway inside of her yet. “Alistair,” she whines, whipping her hips back and grinding all the way down on my cock, drawing a hiss from my lips. “Daddy.”
“Sweet fuck,” I growl, flattening her to the leather bench and going for broke, driving into her wet, clenching entrance hard, hard, my breath sawing in and out of my lungs, vision doubling from the extent of the pleasure. “You like when I talk about spoiling you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, her body bouncing forward and back on the seat, flesh smacking against flesh, faster and faster. “You could b-buy and sell me.”
“Sell you? Never. Not for all the money in the world.” I growl into her neck, my knees shoving her legs wider, so I can get that much deeper—and ahhh, shit. That’s it. She’s got all of me now and she’s milking every inch. “Will I use my wealth to keep this pussy damp and a smile on your face? Fucking right I will, baby. I’d buy the privilege of fucking you with my last cent.”
Shelby bucks beneath me, her fingertips clawing at the leather seat, chanting my name over and over, in the throes of a second climax. God yes. I knew she was responsive, but this goes far beyond that. Either my dick hits her just right in this position or it’s me talking about buying her. And goddamn, how hot is it that this near-virgin has a dirty little kink?
I bring my weight down on her hard, pushing my mouth up against her ear. “I’m going to come deep enough to get you pregnant. Is that going to cost me extra?”
The scream that comes out of her is frantic and beautiful. There is no way for me to last when her pussy clamps down tight, her muscles flexing in waves around my cock. I choke out a rendition of her name, humping furiously, driving her up the bench, grunting into her neck. All the while, she keeps coming, lost in the never-ending pitch of the climax. And I join her, going blind at the immense relief, the chaotic bliss of what she gives me. Only her. Only her forever.
There is relief for my body, yes, but not for my heart.
Even after the final ounce of my spend leaves me, I still gather her up, desperate to get close. To smell her, lick her, feel her everywhere—and she allows my new favorite ritual, allowing me to turn her over, drag my tongue over the hills and valley of her body, marking my territory, whispering words of reverence.
And then, when I reach her mouth, I can’t hold in the truth.
“I love you, Shelby.”
Tears fill her eyes. “I love you, Alistair. I love you, too.”
With that miracle, the remaining ice inside me melts completely.
Chapter 9
Shelby
In my wildest dreams, I never could have imagined being in love in Paris.
Clocks and calendars don’t exist. There is only day and night and Alistair.
When we arrived at the hotel, he practically had to carry me through the lobby because I kept stumbling into things in a daze, unable to believe what I was seeing. Everything shimmered and glowed. Chandeliers the size of cars, indoor fountains, people elegantly dressed. And our room was even better. Cream furniture, artwork on the walls, a furnished balcony overlooking the magical city, the Eiffel Tower in the distance.
It took us two days to leave the massive suite because every time I got dressed in one of the new outfits that had been waiting for me, Alistair felt the need to take it off. We’ve made love in every room of the suite several times. Not to mention on the balcony and once in the private elevator on the way upstairs after arrival.