Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Fisting the covers at her sides, she arched her chest and moaned. Holy heavens it felt good. The need that had been growing in her from the moment he’d stepped into the ceremonial room expanded by the second. A pressure. She was going to explode.
And then she did. Her body pulled in on itself while time stood still before waves of pleasure shook her violently. She was pretty sure she screamed through the entire release. It felt like her insides were pulsing, gripping and clamping down around nothing. She didn’t need anyone to educate her about what she wanted. She wanted him. Inside her. His erection was the only thing that would be able to sate her.
“Hayes… Daddy…”
He didn’t lift his mouth, though. Instead he held her down firmly and thrust his tongue inside her.
Rylee whimpered, her head rolling back and forth. She grabbed his shoulders, but she had no idea if she was pushing or pulling or even which she preferred. It didn’t matter. He didn’t relent.
The room was filled with the scent of her sex. His own scent mingled, but hers was stronger, and she knew it was because of her release.
Hayes stroked a finger through her wet folds while he suckled on a sensitive bundle of nerves she’d never known existed. Suddenly he pushed that finger inside her.
She dug her fingertips into his shoulders as her channel gripped at him, seeming to milk his digit. It felt tight but so good, making the explosion she’d had moments ago seem like child’s play. This was the hole where he was going to put his shaft, and she wanted that more than anything.
“Please,” she begged.
Instead of releasing her to remove his pants, he added a second finger to her channel and flicked that bundle of nerves with his tongue.
“Daddy!” she screamed. The pressure was tremendous and growing, pushing her to that edge where she knew nirvana existed. When he suddenly did something different with his fingers, dragging them across a spot in her channel, she flew out of her body, this second wave of pleasure even more intense than the first.
Rylee was only marginally aware of Hayes easing his fingers out of her and kissing between her legs reverently. As soon as he pulled back and wasn’t touching her any longer, she opened her eyes, panic seizing her. “No…”
She found him sucking her arousal from his fingers while unbuckling his pants. He hesitated, let his fingers pop free, and met her gaze. “Do you want to wait, Little one? There’s no rush.” His voice was so kind and gentle. He was out of his mind, but the fact that he would do that for her endeared him to her even more.
She pushed up with her elbows and scooted to the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle off the side. “No, Daddy. Heavens, no.” She pushed his hands out of the way and reached for his belt, wanting to remove his pants herself.
He threaded his fingers in her hair and tipped her head back. “You said no, Baby girl.” His brow was furrowed.
“I meant, don’t stop touching me.”
He smiled. “Okay.”
Rylee had certainly never removed a man’s pants before, so she had no idea what she was doing, but she didn’t care. He wasn’t going to berate her while she learned. He ran his fingers through her long hair while she removed his belt and then opened his dress pants.
She nervously lowered the zipper, revealing the bulge in his underwear. It was enormous, and she hadn’t even seen it yet.
His pants fell to the floor. At some point, he’d removed his shoes and socks, and now he kicked his trousers out of the way before tucking his fingers into the elastic of his underwear and easing it over the top of his shaft.
Rylee held her breath as his manhood was revealed, partly because she was truly stunned by the sight of him, but also every inhale drew his essence into her, making her crave things she couldn’t explain.
Feeling bold, she released the oxygen from her lungs and scooted forward farther. He fisted his hands at his sides and said nothing to dissuade her.
She gently touched him with her hands. “So smooth…” she whispered. A white substance dripped out of the tip, and she bent her head to flick her tongue over it.
Daddy groaned, but didn’t stop her. He’d said she could taste him, too, and he’d done a lot more than taste her.
His flavor exploded on her tongue, drawing her to want more. She had no idea how he liked to be touched, but he wasn’t complaining or reprimanding her, so she continued to explore.
Wrapping her fingers around his girth, she stroked his erection gently as she tipped her head back to find him staring down at her. His face was tight, but he was smiling at her indulgently.