Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Her lush curves fit perfectly against me. Holding her like this feels right, natural. Jesus Christ. Everything about her feels like heaven.
My hand trembles slightly as I lift a piece of bacon to her lips. She doesn't ask a single question or hesitate. She bites down, her mouth closing over my fingers, and a surge of possessiveness washes over me.
"Good girl," I murmur, watching her chew as my cock turns to steel against her round ass. There's something profoundly satisfying about feeding her, about seeing her nourished by my hand. The intimacy of it is intoxicating.
"Tell me," she says after a moment, her voice muffled by the toast I just fed her. "Have you always been so…in control?"
"Since the day I joined the military," I admit. "I found purpose in discipline."
"Discipline, huh?" She giggles, licking a crumb from her lip. She wiggles on my lap, and the innocent action sends heat coursing through my veins. "I wouldn't know a thing about that."
"Careful, or you'll get more of it than you bargained for," I warn, my voice a deep rumble
"Is that a threat or a promise, Daddy?" she whispers, and fuck if I don't love this bratty, playful side of her just as much as every other side of her she's revealed to me.
"Both," I growl.
Her laughter peals across the room, making my goddamn chest ache.
Every thought I have orbits around this woman, her happiness, her safety, her pleasure. She's quickly becoming the center of my universe, and goddamn if I don't want to keep it that way.
Her endless questions continue between bites, and I find myself answering every single one. Right up until we circle back to my time in the military.
"You were a Ranger?"
"I was." I scoop the last bite of egg up onto our fork, holding it out to her.
She leans forward, pulling it into her mouth. Her eyes tangle with mine as she chews thoughtfully and then swallows. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Being a Ranger or life in the military?"
"Both, I guess."
"I suppose," I say. "It wasn't easy, but it's all I've ever known. Life outside is more complicated than life inside."
"Then why retire?"
"It was time."
"Why?"
"It was just time, little angel."
She sits quietly for a moment, processing my answer, and then she sighs softly. "Something happened that made you retire, didn't it? Something bad?"
"Yes," I growl. "But we aren't talking about that, Lena."
"Okay," she whispers, squirming around on top of me. A second later, one arm curls around me and then the other. She fucking hugs me as if she's trying to put pieces of me back together again.
It's so sweet, so fucking perfect, that I can't breathe for a minute. I can't even think. All I know, all I feel is her everywhere, consuming every piece of me.
I stand abruptly, hauling her up with me. The chair scrapes against the wooden floor—a sharp counterpoint to the soft whisper of her breathing.
She looks at me with those wide, green eyes, her lips parting in surprise. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," I growl, my gaze locking onto hers as need churns through me in a black cloud. "But it's time for you to be on your knees."
Her breath hitches, a flush creeping up her cheeks. The pulse at the base of her throat flutters as excitement fires through her, but she doesn't move to obey. She's frozen in place, staring at me.
"It wasn't a request, little girl. On your knees now," I growl, my cock so fucking hard it hurts. "We're going to play a game."
"W-what game, Daddy?" she whispers, staring up at me with wide eyes. Christ, she looks exactly like an angel. Except no angel I've ever heard of moans for Daddy like she does. Hell, I doubt one could ride my fucking face like she did last night, either.
"We're going to see how far down your throat you can fit Daddy's cock before you choke." I push against her shoulder with a firm hand.
"Daddy, we can't do that," she gasps, her eyes flying wide open as she plays innocent. Goddamn, she's a little cocktease, taunting and worshipping at the altar of my control. She falls into being my little girl with her whole soul, as if she were born to do it. Half the time, I'm not entirely sure if she's playing the role or if she's really this fucking sweet and innocent.
"We can do whatever the fuck I say we can, pretty baby. On your knees before I decide to punish you instead."
She immediately drops to her knees at my feet, looking up at me sweetly. Her innocence clashes with the raw hunger coursing through my veins until I feel dizzy with desire, drunk on her.
"Now," I command, my voice steady despite the need clawing at my insides. "Take Daddy's dick out, pretty baby."
Her hands move hesitantly to the waistband of my sweats, her fingers trembling as she tugs at the fabric. I watch, captivated as she pulls them down just far enough for my cock to spring free. She's careful not to touch me, as if she instinctively knows that's not part of the game yet. But her sweet little gasp makes my balls throb.