Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
He stops a few feet away from me and takes his time unbuttoning his dress shirt. “I love the way your breasts hang when you’re on your hands and knees.”
I shiver, causing my breasts to sway with the movement. They feel heavier in this position.
“Come up on your knees, Little one,” he orders. He can call me anything he wants. His voice is speaking to my adult.
I push off with my hands and rise to my knees in the middle of the bed.
His gaze roams up and down my body. He looks ravenous.
My heart races. He’s going to pounce soon.
His shirt lands on the floor, and I stare at his broad muscular chest. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. I want to lick his pecs down to his abs until I can pull his cock into my mouth. I’ve never given a blowjob before, but I intend to today.
“Lift your arms, Baby girl. Arch your chest for me.”
I’m so turned on by his tone that my thong is soaked. I do as he asks, trying to be sexy as I stretch my hands toward the ceiling and thrust my breasts forward.
“Fuck, you’re hot. Spread your knees wider.”
I suck in a breath as I obey him. He’s going to dominate the hell out of me in this bed, and I’m here for it. He can dominate me until I die.
He opens the front of his dress pants while kicking off his shoes and then slowly lowers the zipper. His eyes burn into me, making me shudder as I lower my arms to clasp my hands at the back of my head.
He shimmies out of his pants, taking his boxers with them.
I swallow hard when his cock pops free. Of course it would be bigger than any I’ve ever seen. He’s bigger than any man I’ve ever been with. Plus it’s been a long time.
My breath hitches when he circles his erection with one hand and draws it up and down the length. Precome drips from the tip, making me lick my lips.
“Layla…” he growls. “Cup your breasts, Baby girl. I want to watch you thumb your nipples.”
I lower my hands to my chest, shaking as I do his bidding. It’s weird touching myself in front of him. I’m not an expert at touching myself when I’m alone, but putting on a show is another story.
“That’s a good girl. Fuck, you’re sexy.” He steps closer, releasing his cock, letting it bob free in front of him.
I’m suddenly really glad I had Dr. Rubio give me a birth control shot the second time I saw him. The last thing I want to do right now is pause so Daddy can put a condom on. I want to feel him. All of him. I want him to mark me. I want his come to run out of me.
I feel so naughty. So dirty. Filthy. I love it.
“Pinch your nipples, Layla. Roll them between your thumbs and fingers.”
I moan as I obey him. This isn’t what I expected. I thought he would climb over me and make me feel good, but Theo often does the unexpected, and issuing commands is making me hornier by the second.
I need him to touch me, though. I want his mouth on me, especially my lips. I don’t think he’ll turn me down. He’s only given me chaste kisses. I want more.
“Please, Daddy, kiss me.”
He comes to the edge of the bed and leans his thighs against the mattress. Crooking a finger, he demands, “Come here, naughty girl.”
I crawl forward on my knees until I’m inches from him.
He grabs my wrists, pulls my hands down to my sides, and hauls me the last bit forward, causing me to lean into him. And then he takes my mouth. This kiss is not chaste. It’s open-mouthed, heated, and demanding.
He moans against my lips as he slides his tongue into my mouth to duel with mine. He nips at my bottom lip. He sucks my tongue. He takes and takes and takes, and I give.
When he releases my lips, he has a lazy smile on his face. “You’re mine, Layla.”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Mine,” he repeats in a firmer voice.
“Yes, Daddy. I’m yours.”
“Until we die.”
I nod again. “Until we die,” I confirm.
“You will sleep in our bed in my arms every single night for the rest of our lives. You will wear my ring. You will marry me and take my name. Both your Little and your adult will obey me.”
I swallow. He’s so intense. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’m a demanding, controlling man, Layla, but you bring it out of me because you need it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want to taste my cock, Little one?” he asks, his voice oddly lighter than two seconds ago. It’s comical that he’s asking me instead of telling me.
“Yes, Sir.”
He releases my arms. “Scoot back and drop onto your hands and knees again. I want you on all fours while I watch you lick me. Tongue only this time, Baby girl.”