Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
“Your body’s a fuckin’ dreamland, darlin’,” he growled before rolling over me once again and settling between my thighs. “It was made to fuck. To play with. To love on.”
Then he proceeded to do just that. Love on my body while I watched him do it. I specifically remember him using that word, because like a beggar who’s only ever been given scraps, I latched on to the L word. I let myself pretend that he meant what he said. That he really loved me and that was his way of showing me.
It wasn’t; I know that.
But it could be mine.
If he won’t let me say it to him, then I’ll show him. By being brave.
So when he finally gets up and off the bed, I take charge. Without hesitation, I pull my dress up and off my body. I take off my bra and panties next, and I do that without blinking so much as an eye. When I’m all naked in front of him, I put my hands on his wildly breathing chest and walk him in front of the mirror. His eyes are on me the whole time I’m pushing him, his jaw clenched, his cheekbones high and taut.
When I’ve positioned him in front of it, I go for the hem of his T-shirt. I pull it up, and after a beat of staring down at me, he lets me continue. Good. I would’ve fought him otherwise. His hat was already knocked off in the battle of our mouths back there, so in one clean move, I take the garment off and drop it to the floor. Then I go down on my knees and unlace his boots. One by one, I take them off before moving up to his belt.
Which is when he stops me.
He grabs my hand and stares down at me. “You wanna run the show, darlin’?”
I look up at his muscular frame, his broad shoulders and sculpted torso. On my knees, he looks even bigger, larger than life. As large as the sky, as tough as the land he works. I could never move him, could I? But I have to try. I have to. Or at least die trying.
“I want to make you as crazy as you make me.” Then, just to be defiant and bratty, I add, “Daddy.”
His frame shudders and his stomach hollows out. “Yeah?”
I lift my chin, feeling the kind of determined I’ve never felt before. “Yes.”
“By blowing him in front of the big, bad mirror.”
“And fucking him in front of the big, bad mirror too.”
He runs his eyes over my face for a moment or two before muttering to himself, “Yeah, don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”
“Get used to what?”
His grip on my hand flexes. “How young and naive you are.”
“I’m not—”
“Have at it then, baby,” he cuts me off. “Make me a goner but you should know somethin’.”
“What?”
He leans down toward me, down and down, and brings our mouths together, whispering, “I’m already so far gone for my baby; more than she could ever be for me.”
I open my mouth to protest. To tell him to stop lying because if he was so far gone, he wouldn’t be sending me away, but he doesn’t let me. He swallows down my words again with his mouth and kisses the hell out of me. I don’t know how long it is before we come up for air, but when we do, he growls, “Now, suck your daddy off with your cocksucking mouth like you mean it, and bring him to his knees, yeah?”
So I unbutton his jeans in a hurry and with a finesse that I could never have imagined possessing just last week when we were at the cabin and he was trying to punish me for worrying him. And when I get to his cock, all leaky and throbbing like it always is, and put it in my mouth, I could never have even dreamed of swallowing him down in one go.
But he changed all my dreams, didn’t he?
I told him to give me dreams and take away my nightmares, and he did just that. He’s made me suck his cock so much in the past week that I’ve become an expert at it. That my cocksucking mouth practically inhales his dick instead of struggling and me freaking out, and I can’t help but preen under the growl he emits.
I can’t help but hum around his length, making him go insane. A little trick I learned about my husband last week. He loves it when I make noises around his cock. He loves it when I scratch his thighs with my nails and use my tongue to lave the thick vein that goes up and down his hard dick.
He especially loves it when I gag on his cock. When I choke and my spit runs down his length.