Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Keep your pussy wet. That’s an order.
I gasp at the memory.
What could be so important? My hand stills. Mood sours.
What could be so fucking important?
I try to stop rubbing myself. Hand won’t stop moving.
Clit burns and sizzles. My entrance feels super sensitive. Like the barest touch could set me off.
I clench my jaw. Literally grab the wrist of one hand with the other and pry it away from myself.
No, this isn’t fair. I stand. Smooth my hair. March toward the door.
And straight into a wall of muscle.
Alex stares down at me. Eyes smoldering. Lips still wet from when he went down between my legs.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he groans.
I fold my arms. Step back.
But my knees feel weak just looking at him.
“I wanted to see what was more important than me.”
“Nothing and nobody is more important than you, my beautiful, angelic, perfect virgin.”
Tingles shimmer through me. Tingles. I’ve never felt anything like it. “You left me.”
“Daddy didn’t want to leave you—”
I push my hand against his chest. “Maybe this is getting out of hand.”
He shakes his head. Reaches between my legs. Pushes his hot palm against my slickness and shifts it up and down. An explosion of certainty between my thighs. Wildfire blooming.
“Does it feel like too much?” his eyes fixed on me. “Or does it feel like Daddy’s little girl has been waiting for this, for me, for us? What does it feel like. Be honest. Does it feel like Daddy’s horny little girl saved her virginity for me? Does it feel like fate sent you here? Sent this storm to trap us together. Because you fucking belong to me.”
He moves so quick for a man his size. Scoops me into his arms. Cradles me to his chest. His other hand moves constantly between my legs.
“You deserve a bed,” he whispers huskily. “For your first time.”
My wetness squirms and grinds against his hand, I can’t even remember why I was angry.
He carries me through his villa. Along corridors. Past gold-framed paintings. Vintage bottles of wine. A photo of him standing outside some hotel in a dashing silver suit, cutting a big red ribbon.
His bedroom has a four-poster bed. A four-poster bed. Silk sheets. Marble floor. He flicks on a lamp and carries me to the bed.
“What can Daddy do to make it up to you?”
Outside, more crashing. Storming. Raging. Blue lightning flashes against the window and across his face.
I turn my face away.
“Is my horny virgin getting shy on me now?” he growls. “Has Daddy upset you?”
“Yeah-huh,” I murmur … but it turns into a moan halfway through.
He sinks to his knees in front of me. Smooths his hands between my ass and the sheets. Pulls me against him and then then pushes his mouth against my pussy.
Oh. My. God.
It’s so hot. Like his mouth is a pool of lava.
He squeezes my ass like he owns me. I know he’ll leave marks. I want him to.
His tongue strokes my clit. Slowly at first. But then he gets quicker. Flicking the end of his tongue against my nub like he’s trying to drive me wild.
I stare down at his silver head buried between my legs. He growls. Hot breath painting my lust. My hips start to twitch in time with him. Involuntarily. Like there’s some lust demon inside me who knows what I want. Who doesn’t care if I’ve never done this before.
He sucks my clit. Looks up at me. Lets it go with a moist pop.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he snarls. “Grinding your hips so Daddy knows you want it. Knows you need it. That makes Daddy so hard.”
“Yeah, Daddy?”
“Does my horny girl want to see?”
I nod.
He smooths his hand over my sex. Gathers my wetness. Then slides his finger right to his knuckle. My tunnel clenches around him. The muscles in my thighs squeeze.
“Tell Daddy,” he snarls. “Tell Daddy what you need.”
“I nuh-need …”
He swirls his finger around inside of me. Teasing. Torturing.
“Say.” He moves quicker. “It.” Stroking even faster. “Now.”
“I need to see your dick, Daddy.”
My eyes blur with tears of pleasure. Of tension. His smirk tics, then he stands.
He tears off his clothes like a werewolf getting ready to change shape. Every shred of fabric comes away. Reveals a torso of marbled and huge muscle. A scar across one pec. A faint smattering of silver hair.
And then …
I gulp.
His thing springs up. Thick, veins pressing hungrily against it. His cock shudders as he stares at me.
“Take off that fucking dress,” he growls. “I want my girl completely naked.”
I twist out of my clothes. Sit up. Stare at his glistening cock.
“You’re big, Daddy,” I whimper.
He reaches down. Strokes his hand gently through my hair. “You were made to take this dick. Daddy’s going to take it slow. Going to split open your virgin pussy and fuck you raw until you cream and your hole gets tingly and excited for Daddy.”