Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“I’ll take you whenever the fuck I want,” he continued. The promise and the threat again. Fuck, how I loved it.
I gasped and pushed against him even more. “And stop isn’t a safeword.”
“Absolutely not.” He flicked my earlobe with the tip of his tongue. “If anything, it’s a great way to let Daddy know you want him to rape you harder.”
“I want that,” I whimpered. “I want that so much.”
He exhaled a curse and shuddered, before he gripped my cock tighter and—
“Close,” I choked out. Fuck, fuck, fuck, it happened too fast. All of a sudden, I was pushed off the cliff, and euphoria all but drowned me.
I vaguely registered—and heard—Griffin surrendering too, but I couldn’t do anything to prolong his pleasure. Once again, I couldn’t fucking move. One shiver set off another as I came against the wall, and it felt like I spiked a fever. Heat pressed itself to the surface, and I scrunched up my face and held my breath.
This is only the beginning. This is me going easy on you.
Griffin had to be mine. I needed him to be my Daddy.
As soon as I could breathe properly, I collapsed against him, and he caught me in a bear hug. My cheek was suddenly on fire too, and I couldn’t wait to see the scratches. The more marks, the better!
Deep breaths.
CHAPTER 7
Griffin Lawson
It was definitely one of the smallest loft apartments I’d seen outside of New York, but I reckoned that was a good thing for a Little who wanted all the coziness. The living room had enough space for both a small seating area and a dining table for four. And then one tiny bedroom—and a kitchen neither of us could be very happy in.
He held my hand as he showed me around, and he pointed to his favorite features, like his new food processor, the marble pastry board on the counter, and his knives.
He was tidy, and I liked that. Both in and out of the kitchen. He hadn’t expected guests tonight, but he may as well have. While he rambled adorably about his next cooking class, I scanned the living room area again. The basket next to his couch held stuffed animals and extra blankets, I saw no signs of him sleeping on the couch, and there wasn’t much scattered on the coffee table. A couple of coasters, a stack of magazines, and two remotes.
Some pictures hung on the exposed brick wall above the couch—only from travels. Atlanta, New York, London, possibly Savannah, and a few others.
“Where are all the family pictures, squirt?” I planted my hand at the top of his head, and he grinned goofily.
“In the bedroom,” he said. “I bought one of those digital albums I can flip through—or scroll through, if you wanna get technical—and it syncs up with my sister-in-law’s and mom’s devices. I get new pictures all the time!”
He was too fucking cute. And I liked the idea of a digital album. I might have to look into that.
“I can show you if you want?” he offered.
I smiled and touched his cheek. “I’d like that—maybe tomorrow. Right now, I wouldn’t mind a shower with you. It’s late, and I want to make sure I didn’t hurt you earlier.”
Tracy was a tight little thing, and I was gonna have to practice self-control.
Fuck me if he didn’t turn shy and plaster himself to me.
“Only the good hurt,” he mumbled against my sternum. “Full disclosure? I can’t believe you’re here.”
Christ. I squeezed him to me and pressed my lips to the top of his head. “That makes two of us.”
Could he be the one I’d lost hope of finding?
The jaded fucker in me had already decided he was too good to be true, and I was gonna have to be mindful. I couldn’t let my past dictate anything I ended up sharing with Tracy, ’cause I’d turn myself into a cautionary tale.
“You look like a giant, Sir,” he giggled.
I chuckled and rinsed the suds from my hair. “I was just thinking about what’s the tightest fit, you or your shower.”
He cracked up—and didn’t stop touching me. The boy was all hands, and a guy could get used to that. I was already starved for affection and human touch, and add the most addictive little boy to that mix…?
He’d offered to let me shower first, but I wasn’t having that. I wanted him as close as he seemed to want me.
When we were finished, I stepped out of the shower first and dragged a towel over my head and upper body before wrapping it around my hips. Then I grabbed another one that I enveloped him in, and he smiled up at me.
“Adorable.” I kissed his nose.
“You’re adorable.”
Goddamn, he was trouble. He had the cutest fucking grin, and his eyes could disarm an army. And I didn’t have to hold back any longer. Seeing him goof off in the kitchen wouldn’t be a source of bitterness or anger anymore. Instead, it was going to make my day because I could inhale him whenever the fuck I wanted. I could touch him, kiss him, take him, and make him mine.