Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"I'm nervous, daddy," she whispers.
"I know," I croon, kissing all over her sweet face. "Do you trust me, baby girl?"
"Yes."
"Then trust that I'll make this good for you."
She hesitates for a split second and then nods.
"Kiss me, baby girl," I demand.
She chases my lips with her own, locking them together. I kiss her until she's melting in my arms again, as relaxed as I know she's going to get. I feel like the world's biggest bastard when I yank her down on me, impaling her in one hard thrust. Her hymen rips, pulling a pained cry from her lips.
I howl in fury at the sound. Hurting her…fuck. I hate it.
She bites me, her teeth sinking into my shoulder hard enough to draw blood. I roar her name when I feel them, proud as hell to be able to do this for her. To be the one she trusts to take the pain for her. She scratches down my arms, writhing on my cock.
I stay completely still, taking everything she gives me. I know she still feels it though. She's rigid in my lap, writhing in pain. Her tears dampen my skin.
"I'm sorry, baby girl," I croon, kissing all over her face, showering her with affection.
Little by little, she relaxes. She retracts her claws, unlocks her jaw.
I lift her half an inch, testing the waters.
"Daddy," she gasps.
The hard part is over. Thank God.
"Do you like that?" I ask, sliding her back down.
"Y-yes," she hiccups. "More."
I lift her again, higher this time and then slide her back down. She's a vise around me, so tight I know I'm not going to last long. That ripe little body is going to milk the cum right out of me.
"I love you, baby girl."
"Daddy," she whispers in awe. Her gray eyes flutter open, meeting mine. "I love you."
"Ah, baby." I throw my head back, reveling in the kind of pleasure that pierces so deep it changes you on the molecular level. I'm not Blaze Parrish, a singular being anymore. I'm Blaze Parrish, Georgia's daddy. Her lover. Hers. Period.
I make love to her like I've dreamed of doing, lifting her up and down my cock, watching the play of emotion across her face. She's so expressive, everything she feels right there for the world to see. I see it. The ecstasy. The joy. The overwhelming bliss. I made her feel those things. Me.
"Daddy, daddy," she chants when I pick up the pace, bouncing her on my dick. Her ass meets my thighs with a clap of sound each time, her flesh smacking against mine. I kiss her again and again, unable to keep my mouth off her.
"You feel that, baby girl?" I growl when her inner walls begin to flutter. "If you don't tell anyone our little secret, that's how good daddy will make you feel every day."
"Do…do I make you feel that good too, daddy?" she gasps.
"Ah, God, yeah, little one. So fucking good."
Her eyes meet mine, wide and innocent…mischief lurking in the depths. "Am I your good girl now, daddy?"
Fuck. Ah, fuck. She's killing me and doesn't even know she's doing it. No, she knows. The naughty little thing definitely knows. It's exactly what she wants.
I tip her over backwards, coming down on top of her. She whines when she feels my weight on top of her, pinning her down. Her legs cinch tight around my waist, letting me know she likes it.
"Are you comfortable, Georgia?" I ask anyway, just to be sure.
"Yes."
"Good because daddy wants to play."
She opens her mouth to respond, but I don't give her time. I tilt my hips back and then surge forward in one powerful thrust, impaling her on me again. Her mouth goes lax, her eyes practically rolling back in her head.
I fuck her hard, pounding into her exactly like a madman. For her, that's what I am, isn't it? Mad with lust. Mad with need. Fucking desperate for every smile, every laugh.
She loves every second of it. The neighbors probably hear her screaming for daddy. I certainly do. She screams and comes and screams and then comes again. I'm ruthless, dragging her up the ledge and then fucking her right off it until she's limp beneath me and covered in sweat.
Until every thrust pulls a cry of ecstasy from her lips, another tremor from her body.
"Daddy's going to be really bad, little one," I whisper in her ear, pumping my hips so I hit her sweet spot with every thrust. My balls are drawn up, begging for relief. I'm a selfish bastard and don't want this to end. Not now. Not ever. "He's going to put a baby in you tonight."
She whimpers my name when she comes this time, her body locking up so tight there's no chance of me resisting the tight grip of her pussy around my dick. I shout her name as her body rips the orgasm from me, claiming it like it belongs to her.