Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Even imagining it makes me dizzy. “Is that…something people do?”
“If you like it, Alana, it can be something I do. All the time.” He lowers his mouth to my breast, squeezing the globe in his grip so my nipple distends even more. His breath feathers the sensitive bud and my hips writhe on the bed. “We can play just like this, whenever we want. Just you and Daddy.” His erection pulses against my hip, stark hunger displayed on his handsome face. “Nod your head if you like playing.”
My nod is immediate.
He groans.
I don’t feel like myself anymore.
Somehow I’ve been transported to a different time and place. Where we’re different versions of the same people and what we’re doing is wrong. But we can’t help it. Gavin’s desire has become mine and instinct is ruling me now, giving us what we both want. I gather up all of my shyness and put it on display for him, turning myself on in the process.
“I like playing,” I whisper.
I witness lust expanding Gavin’s pupils, just before he dips his head, closing his hot mouth around my nipple. He sucks lightly, laving the tight peak with his tongue, and my knee—the one he isn’t pinning down—jerks up automatically. It’s as though a landline runs between my nipple and my sex—and he just placed a long-distance call.
“Daddy,” comes my whimper.
Gavin tears his mouth away from my breast, breathing heavily. “Fuck, little girl, your nipples taste like fresh picked cherries.” He rocks against my hip, gritting his teeth. “Give me a minute or I’m going to come in my goddamn pants.”
Ruled by instinct, I put my bottom lip out. “What does that mean?”
He buries his face in my neck. “Jesus. Christ.” It takes him a moment to gather himself, turning his face and pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses beneath my ear. “You feel how big you made my cock, don’t you, Alana?”
“Yes.”
“Well it can’t stay that way.” His voice vibrates with hunger. Frustration. “It hurts when you make it so hard.”
I wrinkle my nose. “How do I make it hard?”
“Ah, princess. Everything you do makes it hard. Putting it inside you is the only cure.” Gavin levers himself directly above me, caging my body in with his flexing arms. He positions his knees inside my thighs, widening them in one precise move. With my legs jerked open, the petals of my flesh unfold, moisture escaping to travel wetly down the crack of my bottom. I’m exposed and gasping and I can do nothing about it, because the man looming over me is calling the shots—and I want him to.
I need him to.
“Daddy.” Shyness packed into my movements, I shift on the bed and try to close my thighs, knowing I won’t be able to. “I-I’m not wearing any panties.”
“Oh, I’m well aware. That’s one of the things that makes my dick hard.” Slowly, he lowers his lap to the cradle of my hips, the steel ridge of his shaft pressing tight to my bare, drenched sex, nothing but the layer of his briefs between us. “Knowing how close we are.”
I resist the urge to yank his hips closer, my body demanding friction. More contact. Anything. “How close we are to what?”
“Daddy fucking his princess,” he grinds out, beginning to hump me in earnest, the cords of his neck straining. “You’re going to be so sweet for me, aren’t you? You’re going to let me do what I’ve been dreaming about for so long.”
“You dream about me?”
“Christ, yes, Alana,” he growls, nipping at my neck. “Very naughty dreams.”
My expression is dubious. “I thought it was bad to be naughty.”
“It’s okay as long as you’re with me.” His mouth captures mine, ensnaring me in a wet, passionate kiss. “It’s only good to be naughty with me. Very good.”
With an excited gasp, I wrap my legs around his hips. “Do I get a reward?”
Sweat is forming on Gavin’s brows, his eyes nearly black with arousal. “Yes. I’ll buy you whatever you want if we can play as often as I need. But someday, my come is going to be your favorite reward. You’ll seek me out for it, princess, and I’ll always have it waiting.” He trails the fingers of his left hand down the center of my body, breaching the lips of my sex with his middle finger. “My fucking God, you’re a beautiful, perfect mess.”
The reverence in his voice, the lust and awe, has me dropping my knees open, working my hips beneath his own. His erection pushes down heavily right on top of my bundle of nerves, rocking gently, as if we both know it’s bad, but nothing can stop us now.
“Daddy,” I sob, arching my back, tempting him. “Let me cure you.”
By the time I finish making my request, Gavin is a man on the verge of madness. There’s a continuous rumble of need coming from his chest as he shoves down his briefs, fisting his shaft between us. My mouth falls open at the sight of it, slightly purple, engorged and dripping a milky substance onto my belly. “Fuck it.” He drags the tip of his rigid arousal up and back, over my entrance. “I’m riding it bare. I can’t stop.”