Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Her submission is a sight to behold. Seeing her on the brink of climax, fighting like hell to keep from falling over the edge despite how badly she wants to come, makes me ache to take her right then and there, on her hands and knees while she's begging for Daddy.
I pull out of her mouth abruptly, leaving her panting and gasping for breath. The sight of her swollen lips leaves me groaning in satisfaction.
"That's it, baby girl," I breathe, dropping to my knees behind her, lifting her into position. "Now Daddy is going to fuck his little girl."
"Daddy," she whispers, shivering as I trail my hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass, and to her dripping core.
I tease her entrance with a single finger, pressing in just the barest amount before pulling back out. Her hips jerk to meet my touch, a soft whine escaping her pink lips.
"Not yet, baby girl," I murmur, running my hand up to grasp her long blonde hair, pulling it until her head is tilted back and she's looking at me through half-lidded eyes.
"Daddy… Daddy please…" she breathes out in a whimper, reaching back to clutch at my arm. Her pleas are music to my ears, feeding the most primal, possessive parts of me even as I savor the sight of her laid bare before me.
"Count for me, Davina," I instruct as I plunge into her without warning.
Her cry echoes through the room—part shock and part ecstasy—as I stretch her wide.
"One…" she moans, the word broken by the rhythm of my thrusts.
I watch as she moans and claws at the sheets beneath us. Her body clenching around mine is nothing short of heavenly, pushing me closer to the edge with every gasp that falls from her lips.
"Oh god. Two. Daddy, please!" She cries out as I drive into her harder, adjusting my angle to hit that sweet spot inside of her.
The sight of her beneath me—this innocent, perfect fucking angel giving herself so completely to me—does something to me. My heart lodges itself in my throat, pure possession crashing through my veins like a tidal wave.
"Three," she mewls, trembling around me as she edges closer and closer to the brink.
I pull out before pushing back in again, setting a rhythm that is slow—agonizingly so—but relentless. Each stroke is calculated, designed to drive us both mad with want and need.
"Four!" she sobs.
I groan, one hand slipping from her hip to tease her clit, knowing how damn close she is.
"F-five."
"Good girl. Keep counting. All the way to ten."
"Daddy!"
"Do it, little girl."
"Six!" She rocks back against me, sobbing in frustration, in ecstasy. "Seven!"
I roll my thumb over her clit again, growling at how wet she is, at how good she feels, at how perfect this is.
"N-nine," she moans, her legs shaking.
"You forget eight," I chuckle through a groan, too fucking close to the edge myself. Christ, she feels like wet silk around me, every thrust threatening to send me spiraling right straight into heaven.
"Eight!" she shouts.
I press my thumb against her clit, grinding it there.
"Ten! Ten!"
"Come for me, baby girl," I growl, spanking her ass sharply with my free hand as I pump into her. "Come on Daddy's cock."
The command sends her spiraling over the edge with a sharp cry. She clenches around me as she comes undone, sobbing in ecstasy.
I fuck her through it, driving into her in relentless thrusts before the cord snaps and I follow her over the edge, the hot clench of her body milking my cock for every drop.
My heart pounds a frenetic beat, every wild pulse singing her name. I writhe through it, groaning.
This is where I belong. Right here with her. In her. Always and forever.
Somehow, I manage to get us off the floor. I stumble to the bed with her in my arms before we collapse in a pile, sated, sweaty, panting for breath.
I drag her up against the hard wall of my chest, sheltering her in my arms.
"I'm not ever letting you go," I breathe, my lips pressed against the pulse fluttering wildly in her throat. "Not ever, little girl."
She looks up at me with those blue eyes full of wonder and trust, and smiles. And for the first time in my life, I know what it is to be complete.
Chapter Seven
Davina
I'm a bundle of raw energy and jagged nerves by the time I arrive at Micah's office on Monday morning. I have no idea how I'm supposed to pull this off and pretend that I'm not madly in love with this man. But somehow, that's what I'm supposed to do.
I take the elevator up to his floor, trying desperately to pretend everything is normal and I didn't spend the night wrapped in his arms—that he didn't drive me home just a couple of hours ago so I could get ready for the day.