Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Bedroom,” I growl, hankering to get her buck naked.
“No. Here.” She plants kisses all over my face. “Just do it here.”
“No. I aim to put my come on your sheets.” I carry her through a miniscule living area and into a tiny room with a full-sized, wrought-iron bed, the sight of where Bianca sleeps making me extra horny. “I’m getting my smell all over this place. And all over you, hear me?”
“You know, I really don’t enjoy your alpha nonsense.”
I spin her around to face the bed and yank up her cocktease skirt, exposing that luscious butt. “Yes, you do. Now grip the end rail.”
“No.”
But she does it.
“You’re going to be spanked now. Tell me why.”
Her rib cage begins to heave. “Because I ran away.”
“That’s right.” I’ve never struck a woman in my life and I never planned to, but delivering sharp slaps Bianca’s ass and watching her hips tilt, presenting her tush for more, is like being reborn. Her positive reaction, the moisture glistening on her inner thighs, tells me a little punishment is something she didn’t even know she needs. That’s my job now, as her man. Figuring out what she wants and making it happen before she even recognizes that it’s a desire. I’m eager for the challenge. I’m going to learn and cherish and master her.
I’m going to love her like she deserves.
My palm connects with her right cheek, making it jiggle deliciously. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“You want me to pull your panties down and do it some more.”
“Was that a question?”
“No.” I yank down her flimsy little thong, groaning over the soaked crotch. “Your cunt is telling me what I need to know.”
Tremors course through her. “Daddy.”
Emotion crowds my throat, remembering the last time she called me by that title. “That word is what got you into trouble in the first place.” I spank her again and unzip my pants. “You want some more of it?”
“Yes, please.”
I’m not sure how it happens. We just know what’s coming next. She’s already going down on her knees when I turn her around, her hands fumbling with the waistband of my pants to tug them down, my ready-to-fuck cock bounding free and her mouth locking around it, drawing on the bulbous head, her hands coming up to stroke me. Explosions take place in my ears, my balls digging up into my undercarriage. Holy mother of God. I’ve never even fantasized about having my cock sucked, because it seemed completely outside the realm of possibility. But not only is it being sucked, it’s being tended enthusiastically by Bianca.
My perfect angel and future wife, Bianca. The girl I love.
Her mouth is a masterpiece, slip sliding up and down my length, her hands functioning as extensions of her lips, pumping me thicker, thicker with every tight stroke.
“Ohhhh. Baby. I like that. Daddy likes that.”
She moans, letting me in deeper.
My heartbeat sounds like its coming from a stereo speaker turned up to full volume. So much of my blood has traveled south, I’m growing dizzy, my fingers tunneling through her white-blonde hair for balance, my feet sliding further apart to brace me. I shouldn’t be fucking her sweet, tiny mouth but I swear on everything holy, she’s desperate for it. Whining and licking and suctioning me with all of her might, the strokes never stopping. She is trying to swallow me whole. Every time I look down, she’s managed to get a little more down her throat, so I have to stop looking or I’m going to spray everywhere.
Matter of fact, the spray is coming whether I’m watching or not.
Have to stop. Must stop.
With a growl of pain, I drag my pulsing johnson out of her mouth, taking a moment to memorize the way she licks her lips for it, clearly wanting more, then I pull her back up to her feet, crashing our mouths together, thanking her without words for what she gave me. Something is annoying me, though, and I realize it’s this shirt and tie. I can’t feel my girl against me. I want her skin. I want the heat of it. The taste and soft texture.
I break the kiss long enough to unknot the tie and toss it aside, our fingers colliding at my top button, making quick work of the shirt and pushing it off my shoulders to the floor.
“Wow,” she whispers, looking at me. My chest, abdomen and the straining dick jutting out from my lap. “I mean, you’re just…wow. Everyone should be jealous of me right now.”
I’m so horny, it takes me long seconds to process her meaning. “You…like my body.”
“Did you not see me down on my knees?” She scrubs her palms up and down my torso, my muscles flexing involuntarily wherever she touches. “I’ve never done that. I just…needed to do it for you.” I can barely believe my eyes when she leans in and swipes her tongue against my nipple. She does it on the other side, too, and my loins are practically vibrating at this point. “I guess since we’re both new at this, we have to follow our instincts with each other,” she whispers, laving my right nipple again, closing her teeth around it and biting, making me moan brokenly. “What are your instincts telling you to do with me, Dusty?”