Daddy Me Read online Ker Dukey, K. Webster (KKinky Reads Collection #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Kkinky Reads Collection Series by Ker Dukey
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
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Licks and kisses torment me in the most delicious of ways. He teases my dripping hole with his finger, dipping in shallow and swirling. Without warning, he sucks hard on my clit and plunges two fingers inside, crooking them in a come-hither motion, hitting me right in a spot that makes me cry out in pleasure.

The slight stubble on his chin grazes my thighs, and it makes me even more turned on. His lips taste and devour, his tongue lapping like I’m made of ice cream. He inhales my scent and eats me out until I’m soaked with release and a quivering fucking mess.

My legs shake uncontrollably as his fingers fuck me and he flicks his hot, wet tongue over my clit nonstop. Heat pools in my stomach while my walls pulse and contract around him as an explosion of euphoria dances behind my eyes.

“I’m coming,” I cry out, clutching my thighs closed, trapping his head. He doesn’t stop his ministrations. His fingers thunder into me hard and fast as he sucks on my clit until a flood of release bursts from me, uncontained and raw, causing me to moan so loud it echoes around the room. My pussy leaks all over his fingers, coating him in my juices.

Before I can even catch my breath, he’s dragging me down from the countertop to my feet. He smashes his lips to mine in a claiming kiss. I taste myself on his lips and groan with him as our tongues duel.

Pulling away roughly, he grips my dress around at the collar and tears it all the way down, sending buttons pinging to the floor, until it gapes open and slips off my shoulders onto the floor. He does the same thing with my bra, gripping it in two fists and snapping the fabric that tethers it together—pushing the material from my body. He studies my naked flesh with an intensity that makes me tremble.

“You’re remarkable,” he breathes. Leaning down, he takes nearly a full tit into his mouth, sucking and releasing with a pop. “Turn around and grip the counter.”

Oh, God. It’s exactly like my fantasy. I swear he has inside access into my head.

I do as I’m told. My blood is rushing through me, igniting every nerve. He rubs a palm over my ass cheek, squeezing hard, almost painfully.

“One day when you’ve sassed me, you’re going to wear my handprint right here.”

I wiggle my hips, pushing my ass out, daring him. I throb when I hear the zipper on his slacks drop. I want to look at his cock, see it—hold it—taste it.

“I’m going to take you roughly this first time, Sof, because I can’t fucking restrain myself. Hold on tight, okay?”

“Okay,” I whimper, so desperate to feel him inside me.

Kicking my feet with his still shoe-covered foot, he parts my legs for me and then he’s there, prodding at me. His thick head pushes against my opening, and I almost sag in relief when he thrusts forward, filling me up. The entry robs me of breath and stings, but the pain and pleasure send me rocketing to the fucking moon. I can’t get enough. He thunders into me, and I push back to meet him thrust for thrust. His outstretched palms grip my hips to give him extra momentum. My arousal drips over his cock and then down my thighs. I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life or ever reached this kind of release on my own. Quakes tremble through me as pleasure rolls over me in shock waves. I use the counter for support, laying my top half down on the cold granite as he thrusts and grunts.

“I’m going to come.” He sounds feral and hungry.

“Fill me up, Daddy,” I moan, squeezing my walls around him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, as warm cum ripples from him, flooding my womb.

Oh, crap.

I’m on the pill, but letting some guy I barely know come inside me is as reckless as it gets. So why do I still feel safe? Like he’d never expose me to anything dangerous. And if I were to get pregnant, he’d take care of me. He’s inside my mind, taking root, and I like it.

I like it so much it scares me.

“I want to hear your voice crying out all night for me,” he murmurs, slipping out of me and helping me stand. He spins me around to face him and then lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and curl against his muscular chest.

“I’m going to keep you up for days, Sof,” he vows in a playful tone, squeezing my ass. “I hope you have stamina.”

“I’ve got more than you, old man,” I tease. He’s not old. Not by a long shot. But it feels exciting to tease and test him. “I can handle it.”


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