Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Kestrel held her gaze as he eased into her.
Zara gasped at the intense pressure. She was nervous. She’d heard it would hurt. But he was right there with her, and the slight twinge wasn’t as bad as she’d expected. Mostly, she felt stretched.
“More, Little one?”
She nodded, not breathing.
Kestrel continued, slowly filling her until her eyes rolled back, and all she could do was wait for the pressure to pass.
“Breathe, Zara.”
She nodded quickly but didn’t do as he asked.
He lowered his face until his lips hovered above hers. “Breathe for me, Little Swan.”
She forced her mouth to open, drew a long breath, and let it back out.
“Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head.
“Words, Little Swan.”
“It’s just tight,” she whispered, “but…”
“But what, Zara?”
“I think I need you to move now.”
His responding moan made her body come alive. He eased partway out and then thrust back in deeper this time.
It felt…good. So very good.
He did it again.
She moaned as he slid almost out and then thrust in with more force. She gripped his butt cheeks again. Now, it felt even better. “Again, Daddy.”
Kestrel brought his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. He wasn’t moving any other muscle, and a growing need blossomed and took over until she was writhing beneath him.
When he released her lips and lifted his face a few inches, she panted. “More, Daddy.”
A long, low moan rumbled through him as he picked up the pace. Sliding into her over and over again, he varied his strokes as if experimenting. Zara enjoyed everything until—there!
Her gasp brought his gaze to meet hers. “Do it again,” she begged, clinging to his muscular shoulders as she wrapped her legs around him.
“Zara,” he breathed as he surged deeper inside her.
He was the rock that supported her as all the emotions crashed through her body. Her gaze fixed on her handsome Daddy, and she knew the control he battled to lavish her with pleasure. His face was tight, but his eyes were rolled back now.
Suddenly, he lifted one hip and wiggled a hand between their bodies, confusing her for a moment until his fingers found her clit. The moment he pressed against it, her entire body convulsed in another orgasm.
This one was so different because her channel gripped at his shaft, pulsing around it, making the climax so much more intense and deep. She curled her fingers in reaction, feeling her nails bite into his skin.
On a long groan, Kestrel held himself fully seated. She knew by his stiff posture and the way his body twitched over and over that his orgasm was following hers. A feeling of power and excitement filled her. She could tantalize her Daddy as much as he could her.
She loved watching him as he slowly came back to her. His expressions matched the way she felt, and she started running her hands up and down his back. Leaning forward to press kisses on his damp skin, she savored his warm scent.
When his gaze met hers, he smiled. “Am I hurting you, Little Swan?”
She shook her head.
“Want me to pull out?”
“No, Daddy. Stay right there for a few minutes. I like it. I feel…connected to you.”
He brought his lips to hers for a long, sweet kiss. “God, you feel good.”
“When can we do it again?”
Chapter Fourteen
Kestrel chuckled at his eager Little girl as he eased out of her, watching her face closely to make sure she didn’t wince. If she did, it would affect his answer.
She whimpered at the loss but showed no signs of being in pain. She even pushed her cute bottom lip out. “Why’d you do that?”
He kissed her breasts one at a time as he moved to stand. “As much as I’d love to stay inside you in theory, it’s not particularly practical. Don’t move,” he ordered as he padded to the bathroom.
He snagged two washcloths and wet both with warm water. Taking a second, he used one on himself, tossed it into the hamper, and returned to his Little girl with the other one.
Zara was right where he’d left her, but as he approached, she grew modest and pulled her legs together.
“Uh-huh, Little girl. Let Daddy clean you up and examine you.”
She gasped. “I can do it.” She reached for the cloth he held.
He gave her a narrow-eyed look. “I will always take care of you in every way, Little girl. Open your legs for me.”
She sighed but relented and parted her knees wide. “So bossy,” she told the ceiling.
He leaned close to examine her folds before gently wiping her clean. There was only a mild trace of blood. Any barrier she might have been born with had probably worked itself open from riding bikes or playing on the monkey bars.
“Nothing hurts?” He wanted clarification. “Don’t lie to Daddy. That’s the fastest way to end up over my knees with my palm on your cute bottom.”