Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
She swallows. "My pussy. I want you to touch my pussy."
“Like this?” I stroke one finger through her folds, and she moans. "You're soaking wet for me."
"Yesss." All the air comes out of her lungs in a rush.
I stroke her again and again until her hips are rocking, trying to get more. I love the way her breath hitches when I touch her clit. I circle her, and her head falls back, her hands gripping my shoulders.
"Good girl. You look so pretty like this. All spread out for me, wet and desperate."
"Yes." She gasps again.
Fuck, I can’t believe I have her here, so ready and willing. Was it really just yesterday I first met her and felt that zing of our instant connection? It feels longer…it feels like Delia has always been here, has always been destined to be naked and writhing on my lap.
I dip lower, gathering her juices, and bring them back to her clit, slicking her up, rubbing her until her legs shake. With a growl, I grab her around the hips, standing and placing her ass in the chair before she can even figure out what's going on. I'm fucking feral for her, and if I can't fuck her right now, at least I can taste her.
I dive in, licking her entire pussy in one stroke of my tongue, her sweet taste driving me wild. I grab her knees and force her legs further apart. The look on her face is overwhelmed, almost frightened. This is her first everything...the first time she's had a tongue on her pussy. I'm going to fucking own her.
Her hands scramble to grab the arms of the chair. "Dean, oh god. Dean, what are you..."
"Shhh," I growl, nipping at the inside of her thigh. "You're mine, Delia, and this…" I lick her pussy again. "This is mine. You think you can get away with making such a mess on my lap? Drenching my jeans with this pretty pussy and not having to clean it up?"
"Oh my god," she whispers.
"I'm going to show you what it means to be mine. Do you understand?"
“Uh-huh.” Delia bites the words out, her body shaking with tension.
I swipe my tongue from her entrance to her clit, circling her bud and making her shudder. "Use your words."
"Y-yes, sir."
"Sir." I laugh. It’s close, but it’s not the name I want her to give me. "Not sir. Daddy.”
Delia’s gulp is audible. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Now relax, baby. This is going to be fast because you're so fucking ready. Just lie back and let me take care of you."
She's still shaking, but she does as I ask, and I bury my face between her legs.
I lick and suck, fucking her with my tongue and using my fingers to stroke her clit. I find all the ways that make her hips buck and her whimpers turn to screams. And then, just when I know she's close, I suck her clit into my mouth, and Delia explodes.
Delia digs her hands into my hair and holds my face against her pussy as she comes, grinding into me with abandon. "Oh! Dean, oh god!"
Fuck, I could do this all day. Her taste is addicting. She's shaking and writhing, and her sweet pussy gets even wetter. I drink it all down, not letting up until she goes limp against the chair. I push her legs up, giving me the access I need, and lick her from her hole all the way up. She's still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"Dean, please..." I look up at her plea, taking in her flushed face and the shell-shocked, lust-addled look in her eyes. Nothing has ever been more beautiful.
"What do you need, baby?" I slowly let her legs down, peppering kisses up her body as I go, letting her come down easy.
"Nothing. Everything.” Her small hands cup my face, surprising the hell out of me with how sweet the gesture is. “You.”
“You’ve just sealed your fate, little Delia.” My voice is dark with need. "Now I’m going to need one more. You're going to come on my tongue one more time."
She yelps when I dive back in, but the second I sink my tongue into her channel, we both hear a car door close from the driveway.
Fuck. Brody is back.
5
DELIA
I've never moved so fast in my life. Too bad for me my legs are like jelly, and I nearly trip in my haste to get up, grabbing my pajamas from the floor, panic screaming through me.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Brody is back and I’m spread out, in the middle of getting my pussy eaten by his fucking dad!
"Easy," Dean rumbles, putting a hand on my hip to stop me. "Sit back down. I'm not done with you. I'll take care of him."
"You're crazy!" I squeak, pulling away and making him growl in frustration. "Just...uh...crap! Just tell him I'm in the shower or something!"