Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Yes, please.” Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Gemma asked, “Daddy? Will you make love to me?”
“I would love to.” His deep voice held a tinge of passion that made her shiver in delight.
Chapter Ten
“Come on, Little Bee. Let’s get ready for bed.”
Anton boosted her up to stand on the carpet before rising from the rocker. He took her hand and led her to the big bedroom across the hall. Stopping next to a hamper, he opened it.
“All the dirty clothes go in this basket. Will you help Daddy and unbutton my shirt?”
Eager to have something to do, Gemma quickly unfastened his shirt. As the sides fell apart, she revealed a form-fitting T-shirt spanning his chest. Anton finished with his cuffs and shrugged out of his shirt, yanking the tails from his jeans. After throwing that into the laundry hamper, he reached over his shoulder to grab a handful of his T-shirt on his back and drew that garment off as well.
Gemma reached out to touch his chiseled body and hesitated. “Can I have permission to touch you, Daddy?”
“Yes, Gemma. I need to feel your touch.”
She rushed forward to rub her hands over his torso before leaning down to kiss his chest. Feeling the air drift over her spine, she realized while she caressed him Anton had unzipped her outfit. He guided the skirt over her hips with his hands and stepped back to draw the blouse off.
Feeling hopeful, Gemma watched his expression as he scanned her body clad only in a bra and panties. At least this time they match! To her delight, he smiled a wolfish grin that revealed how much her lush curves impacted him before reaching out to run a hand over her shoulder and down to her fingertips. He drew her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her palm.
“I have waited so long to find you, Little girl. Thank you for being brave. Let me take care of you, okay?”
Gemma made a deliberate decision and nodded. “Okay, Daddy.” She could be honest and risk revealing her true needs to this incredible man.
“No bath tonight, Little Bee.”
“No bath?”
“You’ll need a shower in the morning,” he assured her before stalking forward to lift her into his arms.
Anton carried her to the king-size bed and set her gently on the comforter before backing away from the edge. Gemma propped herself up on her elbows to watch as he unfastened his jeans and reached inside to stroke himself, adjusting his shaft to allow it to extend through the opening. She watched in fascination as it continued to thicken and lengthen.
Her gaze flew up to meet his when he groaned. “You’re killing me, Gemma.”
“Sorry?” she offered and forgot what she was apologizing for as he pushed his jeans over his butt and thighs. After toeing out of his sneakers, he stepped out of his pants and yanked off his socks, leaving himself clad only in tight athletic boxers. She swallowed hard as he stalked forward.
Bracing one knee on the edge of the bed, Anton leaned over her. He cupped the back of her head as he lowered his lips to meet hers. His slow, drugging kisses distracted her from any thoughts lingering in her brain. She could only concentrate on him—on how he made her feel.
Gemma shivered at the warmth of his hand as he stroked over her arm before tracing her ribcage around her back. He deftly unfastened her bra and she sighed into his mouth. Anton traced the lines the garment had etched into her skin, soothing them as he moved the material away. Without pausing the deep kisses that made her hold on, he stripped the lacy fabric away, and she eagerly unthreaded her arms from the shoulder straps.
He kissed a line down her throat to taste the hollow there. Gemma arched her back, thrusting her breasts against his chest in a wordless plea for his touch. Her Daddy didn’t allow her to control him but kissed over her collarbone before leaning back to look over her almost nude body.
“You are so beautiful, Gemma.” He stroked over her arms and down to her hips. “These panties need to go.”
Hooking his fingers into the lace on each side, he lifted her hips as he slid her underwear down her thighs. He lowered her bottom to the bed as he pulled the material completely off. As his hand stroked up her outer leg, he counseled, “Breathe, Little one.”
Air gushed back into her lungs as his words registered on her brain, so focused on his actions that she’d not allowed herself to breathe. This man was way too magnetic. Or maybe perfectly so?
“That’s my Little girl,” he praised, kindling a warm feeling inside her.
She wanted to please him. Lowering her back to the comforter, she caressed a line down his chiseled torso to snap in the waistband of his boxer briefs. She wiggled her fingers just underneath, allowing her fingertips to brush the tip of his cock. When he groaned, she pulled the stretchy material down, but his thick shaft snagged in the tight material, foiling her.