Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
She smiles and sighs, resting her head against my chest. I find myself swaying with her in my arms from side to side. The space is so open we could probably tango if I didn’t have two left feet. So a simple sway side to side is doing us just nicely.
“What if I go through it and take what I want to your place?” she asks, her baby blues looking up at me, still with her face against my chest.
My chest cracks open, pulse pumping madly. “I’m with you no matter where you want to go, baby girl.”
Holding Havana in my arms is nothing like I ever felt before. She belongs with me. She belongs to me. If I have my way, she’ll be in my house forever by my side tonight. We look around a bit at the organized mess.
Havana makes her way to the corner of the living room where the sofa is directly in front of her bookcase. There’s barely six inches of space between the two pieces when I notice her looking over the back of the sofa.
“What’s the matter?” I ask her, making my way toward her.
“There’s like this photo book thing. It’s more like a pamphlet since there’s only about ten pictures in it, but it’s sentimental, you know? I know it fell behind the bookshelf forever ago and I want to see if it’s still back there or if you guys tossed it in one of these boxes.”
I raise an eyebrow and try to stop her. “Baby girl, you don’t have to squeeze back there. Let me move this stuff out of the way for you.”
“No, no, I can see and reach just fine,” she says as she leans that perfectly plump ass over the back of the couch. “Shit, dammit. Uh…”
“Uh-huh.” I walk over and stand at the end of the couch not pressed against the wall. Her bracelet is the culprit yet again. The charm is snagging a thread on the back of the sofa. “You can have me move the couch like I offered or I can leave you stuck there as punishment for not listening.”
She starts moving her other arm around to free herself when I move quickly. Behind her, I can’t help that my mind is running crazy with fantasies. The fabric of her shirt is as flimsy as the one from the other night. I grab the bottom edge of it, which gets her to stop moving.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she laughs.
“That’s not one of the options I offered, baby girl,” I tell her with a swift swat of her ass.
She sucks in a sharp breath, tossing her bright blonde hair over her shoulder to give me a scathing look of defiance.
Ever the stubborn goddess, she begins to move faster, trying to free herself without breaking her bracelet or using my help. My hands are quicker as I tear the bottom of her shirt. It splits up the middle like a sheet of paper.
Before she can gather what I’m doing, I have her hand lassoed in her own shirt. Reaching around, I undo her jeans and slip my hand inside her panties, rubbing her clit in slow circles.
“See why you should listen to me, baby girl?” I ask her, applying more pressure between her folds, now letting my finger circle the entrance to her walls.
“No,” she giggles and whimpers.
“You’re in this vulnerable position where I can have my way with you and there’s not much you can do about it.”
I’m still rubbing circles around her entrance. Without warning, I plunged one finger and then another inside of her, stroking her and hooking them against the top of her canal. I know what I’m doing, but seeing her body react to me makes my dick as hard as a rock. Look at how good I make Havana feel.
She’s breathing heavily, like she’s trying to fight against the orgasm threatening to make her scream out.
“I told you before…I-I’ll do whatever you want your way, Daddy.”
My cock is raring to go as I pull it out, stroking it to calm my urges from making this pass too quickly. I know a better way to make this last longer. Pulling my fingers out of her, I pull Havana’s jeans and panties off at the same time. I hike her foot onto the cushion and bury my face against her.
I have to spread her ass for me to lick her wet slit up to that tight entrance. I want to claim every inch of her. My tongue laps over her mound, with my hands gripping her tight. My face moves in the curves of her body, tasting the orgasm she’s trying to hold back.
“Let it go, baby girl. Come for Daddy.”
She’s panting, skin reddening from the building lust and explosion of passion that’s coming. “I don’t want to ruin the couch.”