Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35291 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
"Stop trying to take on the world by yourself." She's right about a few things, but not about leaving without me. "You're going to get yourself killed out there."
"I’ll be fine, Beau. I’ve always been fine. I have Ethan and he has me, and that’s all either of us needs—"
"Like fuck." I grab the handle, wrenching the door open. "You think I'm letting you drive off into whatever shit is waiting for you? Alone?"
"It's either that or you do hurt me, Beau. Because that's the only way you're going to stop me." She scrambles over the seat to the passenger door.
I grab the keys from the ignition, shutting the truck down as she climbs out. She scrambles against the ground, feet kicking up dirt as she takes off down the driveway.
Fuck that. She’s mine, and she’s about to discover what that means.
She’s quick, but each of my strides covers four of hers. I catch up to her before she even hits the track that winds down the mountain, my thick arms wrapping around her middle and lifting her clean off the ground.
“No!” she screams, thrashing and kicking. “You don’t understand! Beau, I have to go to him. He needs me!”
“Wrong. He needs us. You and me, baby girl.” I kneel in the dirt, putting her across my knees and lifting her denim skirt. “And it looks like I need to remind you of a few rules.”
She’s still thrashing when the first smack lands on her ass. She cries out, tries to wriggle free, the little white sandals she has on falling to the ground.
“Enough!” I roar. All the fear about hurting her washes away, because she’s damn sure going to hurt herself.
“I’m not listening!” The little brat jabs her index fingers in her ears and squeezes her eyes shut.
“Okay. Not a problem. You’re not gonna listen? Well, you’ll damn sure feel—”
I flip her up into the air and spin her bratty ass around, pinning her face down onto the stone shelf of the outdoor oven where I baked her that fucking amazing sourdough bread that first night.
I force her thighs apart with my knee.
“Guess you’re gonna hurt me now!” She flings her head back and forth, throwing an elbow into my ribs.
I stuff one hand under her skirt, fingers prying the lace of her underwear off her ass, ripping them down her legs, then stuffing them into her mouth.
She spits them out as I fumble with the button of my jeans. When I’m finally free, I angle her ass up, keeping one hand flat between her shoulder blades.
“Big tough Daddy now, huh?” She wiggles her ass, but she’s not fighting. She’s putting up a little protest tantrum.
Well, I’m gonna fuck all that right out of her.
“Yep. And Daddy knows what a bratty little pussy this is and it’s going to take a solid pounding like a good girl.”
I position myself at her soaking little opening, the heat there practically lighting my dick on fire.
“Keep that pretty mouth quiet for once,” I snarl between gritted teeth. “Take what you need.”
I’m six inches into her tight heat before she takes a breath.
“Ow, shit!” Her hips buck instinctively.
I answer by driving deeper.
“You’re fucking mine,” I bark, not waiting for her to catch up. The words feel carved into my ribs. Her tightness has my vision turning dark. “Scream for help, but you know you’re not going anywhere. This dick is all you need right now.”
“Daddy,” she whimpers as I draw back and give her the rest of me, the ache in my balls screaming to empty into her in one fucking stroke.
“Say Daddy again,” I snap, thrusting again and smirking against the curve of her neck when her body clenches in response.
“Daddy,” she whispers.
The world tilts as I push past that fragile line, that last flicker of resistance quickly giving way to pulsing warmth.
“Christ. You’re perfect.” I groan into the air. My pace turns feral, each thrust hitting deeper. Deeper.
“Are you getting…” she pants. “Are you getting bigger?”
She calls for God, her fingers clawing for traction on the stone.
“You’ll get hard fucked when it’s what you need,” I grit out, gripping her hips to hold her steady while I slam home again.
Her body clenches around me, snapping tight down at the root. “Y-you’re too deep…”
“Good.” I smirk, reaching around to pinch her clit. She gasps, arching harder now, the pain melting into lusty surrender. “Say it louder. No one’s gonna hear. Tell the world your Daddy’s cock is too big. That he fucks you too deep.”
“Beau! Oh God!”
Close enough.
“Your little pussy’s on fire,” I growl, slapping my hips against her ass. Faster. Faster.
“Harder!” she screams.
Any shyness is long gone. Her defiance has been replaced by her hot little mating instinct.
“Hard and raw, that how you like it, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.” She sobs as the knots start to coil in my gut.