Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56278 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Seriously. How could anyone resist?
I shifted my gaze to Daddy, who was watching me with amusement in his eyes.
“We’re gonna have to talk about this when we get home,” I told him. “Sooner or later, four will become five.”
He rumbled a chuckle and combed his fingers through my hair. “We can absolutely discuss it. Given my history, I’m not great at saying no to another dog.”
I gave him a hundred points for that answer!
Daddy could keep his hobby of staring into a fire while doing nothing. My new hobby was to stare into the fire while Daddy fucked me from behind.
I wouldn’t call it a peaceful pastime, but it sure stopped me from thinking about much else!
I grunted as he slammed in harder, and I had to fist the sheets and push back as much as I could. If he became more forceful, he’d catapult me off the bed.
The fire in the corner crackled and cast a warm glow over the room, and whenever I looked at Daddy over my shoulder, he was so sexy that I had to look away again. ’Cause I wasn’t ready to come yet. But…it was impossible not to sneak glances at him.
The next time I did it, we locked eyes, and I saw the absolute hunger and so much affection in his gaze. He was on a mission to drive me crazy! Over and over, he drilled his cock deep into my bottom, and he knew just how to intensify the pleasure with fiery pain.
“Do you like taking my bottom, Daddy?” I asked, out of breath.
He exhaled and tightened his grip on my hips, and then he hauled me back. “Do I like it…?”
I moaned and sank down on him.
“I’m addicted already,” he murmured in my ear. “Daddy will be doing this a whole lot. Whenever he feels like it.”
I screwed my eyes shut as a ball of stingy bliss shot through me. “Even if I say no?”
“Even then.” His hands roamed my front, until the right one slipped lower to grasp my cock. I sucked in a breath and moved faster, unable to resist. “That’s my good boy. Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock as hard as you can.”
Oh God.
I bit down on my lip as a flush of heat bled across my face.
“But what if I want these special cuddles and you’re not in the mood?” I wondered.
He rumbled a low, sexy groan against my neck, and I felt the tip of his tongue flick my ear. “You’ll have to beg me.”
Oh. That did make sense. I nodded. “Of course. Because I’m your little slut baby.”
That made Daddy curse, and before I knew it, I had a somersault rushing through my tummy when he pulled out and flipped me over. I yelped and gasped as my back hit the mattress. He pushed my legs apart, wrapped them around his hips, and forced himself inside me so hard that I cried out.
Ohmygodholyfuck!
“You’re my everything,” he bit out breathlessly. “My slut baby, my property, my brat, and my sweetheart.”
I couldn’t respond. The pain was so blinding, and it’d punched the air out of my lungs. The masochist in me soared higher than I’d ever been, and I was thrown into an abyss of the best kind of agony. Emotions surged faster than the speed of sound, and my dick was harder than a diamond.
Daddy was getting off. He groaned and cursed, and he buried his face against my neck, teeth sinking into my flesh, and if he pushed his cock any deeper, I’d fucking taste him.
Tears burned in my eyes, and they trickled down along my temples.
“Look what you made me do, little one,” he rasped. “You made Daddy lose control.”
For some reason, his words pierced the painful fog, and I managed to gasp raggedly.
It can’t be over yet. I wanna keep flying.
“Fuck…” He panted and scraped his teeth along my shoulder, and he rocked his cock in and out of me a few more times.
Please keep going, Daddy. Please, please, please!
Then I felt his large hand coming up to my throat, and he squeezed… His thumb and index finger were right where they were supposed to be. He growled against my neck, then slowly pulled his cock out, and he eased back. Or down. He kissed his way down my body, his fingers following, digging in, creating trails of searing heat. A contrast to the feel of his lips. I shivered and trembled. The inability to breathe properly was replaced by shallow gasping and panting, and I writhed desperately underneath him.
He didn’t spank me or anything like that. He just grabbed at me so hard, kneaded my flesh, squeezed me, marked me…
I couldn’t fight the crying. When he squeezed my thighs, I let out a sob and felt the pressure rise to the surface. My chest heaved. He moved around and shoved a pillow under my bottom, before he dipped down and sucked my cock into his mouth. He was fucking killing me! My legs—he just threw them over his shoulders.