Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Clear, sir.”
That makes his smile return. “Such a good girl. I’m still not sure you’re real, Tootsie.”
“What do you think I am then?”
“You’re the angel that’s come down from heaven to complete me and torture me.”
I laugh. “Is that all?”
He snorts on a chuckle. “No, you’re also here to give me a hard-on I can’t seem to get rid of. And soon—”
A loud buzzing cuts him off.
Then, another ringing. Another buzz.
“Fuck.” He drops his head onto the back of the sofa. “I wasn’t wrong, they’ve sent someone to see what’s going on. I’ll get rid of them.”
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m honestly exhausted. I could use a shower and maybe even a nap.”
He nods. “You will need your rest, that’s true, baby. Daddy has plans to delve into every inch of you I didn’t get to earlier. In our house. In a bed that you will wake up in every morning from now on. Unless you want a different bed. In a different house, but you will still be waking up next to me. That part will not change.”
6
Erik
Jesus, this girl sleeps like a rock.
She didn’t wake up when I came in the room, slid into bed with her, then slipped my painfully hard dick between her legs.
When her damp folds welcomed me in wetness, I nearly spilled right there.
I didn’t push inside. I just tried to ease my suffering by gliding between her thighs with that slick warmth riding the top of my shaft for a few strokes, which turned into a half hour of pumping myself raw and driving myself crazy, wanting to rail into her virgin opening, asleep or not.
Finally, her sleepy voice tickles my ears.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” She’s playing the game, and it’s a game where we both win.
“Shhhh, princess. Daddy’s just trying to relax. Just be still.”
The late afternoon light is warming us through the windows as her soft body wiggles against me, and she squeezes her thighs tight until I’m ready to burst.
“I was dreaming about you,” she whispers as I kiss her neck, pumping my hips as she starts to rock hers into my rhythm. “Touching me. Kissing me.”
Fuck. “You like when I touch and kiss you, don’t you, little girl?”
She moans on a nod. “I like making you happy.”
“That’s good, because that’s your job. Whatever I want. Whatever I ask. You’ll give it to me, won’t you?”
“Yes.” She hisses, her back arching as her hand comes down under the covers to palm the tip of my dick poking between her thighs, rubbing the swollen head as she twists to look at me. “It’s so big. It’s hard and soft at the same time.”
“Yes, and you’ve made it that way. It hurts, it’s so hard. You need to help ease my pain.”
“I want to do that. I don’t want you hurting.”
“Good girl,” I growl, running my hand down her hip, showing her body how to move against me, priming her for what’s coming.
Literally.
This is all happening at warp speed, and all I can think about is getting my seed into her womb. If for any reason she decides she needs some time or space or whatever other bullshit, I’ll already have her locked down. My child will be growing inside of her, so there will be no escape.
My nostrils flare as I bite into my cheek to keep from coming. The softness of her hand is enough to make me spurt, but I have to be inside that young cunt first.
She needs to understand she’s mine. For all time.
“Rubbing your hand on me like that is going to get you fucked hard, Tootsie.”
“How hard?” she answers with a sly smile, licking her lips on a wink.
“You’re going to find out.”
On a yelp, I’ve got her around the waist, spinning her around onto her knees.
I’d thought that our first time would be soft, slow and gentle. But I don’t think that’s going to happen.
“You want Daddy to fuck you like a dog?” I growl, barely recognizing the feral animal sounds coming from my mouth, or how this sweet, dark-haired angel brings out such diametrically opposed parts of me. “Right here on the fucking floor?”
I want to feed her and bathe her and read her fucking bedtime stories, then I want to raw dog her on all fours, smacking her ass and pulling her hair.
She’s bringing all the parts of me together, making me whole.
She braces her elbows on the cream carpeting, her hair falling into her face as she turns, our eyes locked.
“Whatever Daddy needs, Daddy gets.”
Jesus, she’s fucking perfect. So fucking perfect.
Breathing is nearly impossible as I take in the offering in front of me. I press a digit against her back opening, listening to her hiss.
“What if I need to fuck your little ass? Does Daddy get to do that?”