Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 27069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Well, hello, gorgeous.”
“Are you talking to my dick?” he asked.
“He’s just so pretty.” Leaning in, she ran her tongue over the head of his dick.
“Fuck, baby doll,” he muttered. “Wait until we get in the shower.”
Ooh, yes, shower blowjob.
“Left foot,” she commanded as she focused on his left foot.
“Baby, that’s the right foot.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure.”
Okay. After she got his jeans off, she stood to start on his shirt, slowly undoing each button.
God, he was so freaking sexy.
Muscular and handsome. From his bald head, down to those wide shoulders.
Millie had no idea how she was so lucky to find him.
Fate had been so freaking kind to send her to him. Part of her wondered if her sister, Daria had helped fate along. Millie hoped that she had, that Daria was watching over her.
And then to have him love her . . . that was a miracle.
She was never going to take him for granted.
After drawing off his shirt, she kissed down his chest, then his abs, moving toward her prize.
“Not yet, baby.” He grabbed her arms, stopping her from going down on her knees.
“But I owe you an apology blowjob.” She pouted. She didn’t like having her treat taken away from her.
“You need to wash me first.”
Hmm, there was some glitter sparkling on his face and now his chest. She glanced down and grinned.
Oh! And look! There was also some on his cock.
“It looks so festive. Maybe they should make glitter condoms or glittery cock rings. Would you wear one of those?”
“No.” He opened the shower door, directing her inside before following her. “And don’t even think about it.”
“Sometimes, you’re no fun, Daddy.”
He just gave her a stern look. She grabbed his shower gel and started to lather up her hands.
“Got it lathered up enough, baby doll?” he asked dryly.
“I want to get you nice and clean,” she explained as she washed his chest. She moved down his arms and then had him turn so she could do his back and ass.
Millie squeezed his butt cheeks. “Maybe you should bend over and spread.”
He growled. “Not happening.”
Darn it. There went that fantasy.
Oh, well.
She crouched to clean the back of his legs before he turned around. And hello!
Unable to help herself, she slid her mouth over his hard shaft.
Spike groaned. “Did I give you permission to do that?”
She moved back up his dick, letting it pop out of her mouth. “I don’t need permission.”
“Why is that?”
“Silly, Daddy. Because I own it.”
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Such a sassy brat.
And he loved her. Which meant she probably got away with far too much.
Bend over and spread his cheeks.
Yeah, right.
Not. Happening.
Although perhaps he should get her to do that.
Later. . .
“You own it? Pretty sure that I own you, baby doll.”
Her gaze narrowed. “Are you saying that I don’t own you as well?”
Yeah, Spike wasn’t an idiot. He knew very well that there was only one answer to that question.
“Of course you own me as well.”
“Good answer,” she huffed. “Shower gel me.” She held up her hand and he squirted some gel into her palm. She lathered it up before washing his legs. She started at his feet, making her way up until she reached his cock. Her hand wrapped around him, running up and down the shaft before she cupped his balls.
Fuck. Him.
This was fucking torture. Was she doing it on purpose? She was being thorough, there was no denying that. Hell, she was concentrating so hard that her tongue was sticking out of her mouth.
His breathing grew faster as he fought the urge to thrust, to order her to keep jacking him until he came.
Finally, knowing he couldn’t hold back any longer, he stepped back and washed off all the suds.
Millie stayed kneeling on the floor of the shower, staring up at him.
His every dream come to life.
Curves on display. Full, heavy breasts topped with hard nipples. Silky skin. Her full mouth was slightly open as she stared up at him.
After making sure he’d washed all the soap off, Spike moved closer to her.
“Open, baby doll. Daddy is going to feed you his dick.”
Her breathing seemed to grow faster at his dirty words. Liked that, did she?
“Oh. My. God. That was so dirty. I love it.”
“Open,” he commanded.
She parted her lips and he slid his dick into her mouth. Fuck. So. Damn. Good.
Spike pressed his cock as far as he could into her, before she started to choke, then he drew back.
“Good girl. Just relax for me. That’s it.” He spoke to her soothingly as the water rained down on his back and she sucked on his dick. “Tap my thigh if it gets too much.”
But Millie just stared up at him with a look of such love, of such lust. And he knew she wanted this, too.
He kept his movements shallow and slow to begin with. Then he drove his cock deeper into her mouth.