Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
“Oh, it’s happening. And you’ll love it,” he promised.
She shook her head vigorously and debated whether it was safe to press it again. Swallowing hard, she pushed the button again. Silence fell like a cloak over the room. Slowly, she looked up to meet Colt’s dancing eyes. “You need to stand in the naughty corner.”
“Only if you’re there with me, Little girl.”
To her astonishment, she found herself nodding. Her Daddy was a bad influence. Or was that a good one? Harper watched him walk forward. He picked Wombles off the bed and pet him softly.
“Time for you to take a nap, sweet guy.” He set the wombat on the dresser, facing the wall, before walking to Harper. “I think you need a nap, too, Angel.”
She swallowed hard as he unfastened her jeans and drew the heavy fabric and her panties over her hips to cascade to the floor. He scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Dropping her a few inches to bounce on the bed, he scooped up the vibrator when she dropped it to the comforter in surprise.
“Oh, no, Little girl. You need to treat your presents better.” He tapped it lightly on his palm before slowly turning it around to press the button. “I think we’ll start with level one.”
“Start?” she echoed, her gaze glued to the device.
“Yes, Angel. We’ll have to try all the speeds to make sure it works.”
“Daddy?” she squeaked.
“I’m right here.” Colt reached over his shoulder with one hand to grab a fistful of his T-shirt and yank it over his head.
Harper scanned his muscles, feeling that same thrill she always did at the sight of his chiseled body. Colt had found a gym nearby and ran daily. When she’d offered hesitantly to join as well, he’d assured her he’d love to have her with him, but only if she enjoyed working out. When she confessed she hated sweating, he’d taken a couple of hours in the afternoons to go while she was working. She definitely enjoyed the results.
I should be helping, Harper reminded herself, pulling her thoughts back together instead of drooling. Grabbing the bottom of her T-shirt, she tugged it upward, only to stop at his sudden stern look. Daddy’s job.
After toeing off his boots, Colt crawled onto the bed to straddle her thighs. She could feel his heat radiating to her core. Squeezing her thighs together, Harper held her breath, waiting to see what would come next. Colt was an imaginative lover. He’d quickly taught her that nothing was off limits between them and that he had a cunning imagination.
She watched him start the vibrator. He stroked it along the cord of her sensitive neck, making her shiver, before drawing a line over her shirt, down the center of her chest, and stopping between her breasts. Her gaze flew from the device to his face when he paused there.
With a wolfish grin, he drew a path that circled around her right breast, growing ever smaller until it touched her nipple. Harper bit her lip trying not to moan as the sensation and anticipation built.
“Let me hear your sounds, Little girl,” he reprimanded her as he moved the wand over to repeat the process on the other side. This time, she didn’t try to curtail her whimpers as he teased her nipple.
The breath gusted into her lungs as he traced a line over her stomach to the mound of her pussy. “When Daddy’s gone, I might ask you to grab this vibrator, Little girl.”
“While we’re on the phone?” she asked, shocked.
“Yes, Angel. I’ll tell you exactly what to do. Let’s practice. You take this,” he instructed, lifting it from her skin and handing her the base.
Harper gingerly accepted it and looked up at him helplessly. “What do I do?”
“Draw a line down your lips.”
Slowly, Harper moved the tip along the seam of her pussy, trying not to wiggle. His weight tethered her in place and held her legs together. It slipped in the juices building between her legs. She peeked up at him to see a look of absolute passion on his face. Daringly, she lifted the vibrator from her skin and carried it to her mouth to lick the slickness away.
“You are killing me, Harper.”
When she lowered the pink wand back to her nether area, she brazenly brushed it over the tightly stretched denim of his fly. His hand clamped over hers. Holding it and her fingers pressed against him, Colt groaned deeply. Seconds later, he lifted the device from his erection and scooted over to sit sideways on the side of the bed.
As he ripped open the buttons of his jeans, he ordered, “Spread your legs.”
Eagerly, she followed his instructions as he pulled his cock from his pants to stroke it roughly from root to tip as his gaze roamed over her body. The heat burning in his eyes made her imagine she could feel it touching her. The vibration in her hand drew her away from her thoughts.