Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
"You're going to have no voice after screaming my name." His voice lowers an octave, and my stomach swims with hot molten lava. My brain blurs with endorphins as his hands continue to work at my skin.
"Do you even know what you do to men, walking around with this hot curvy body in those hot little summer dresses?" His thumb and finger pluck one of my puckered nipples.
I shudder as desire for him soaks my pussy. My thighs shift as my hands drag through his hair.
"I want you naked and spread before me so I can taste every inch of your body. Every. Single. Day." He punctuates his last three words.
I can't believe how hot we are together.
"Mm, that's my baby girl." His heavy hands run up my waist and dart across the rounded globes of my tits. "So sweet. Tell me, are you wet for me? Is your pussy soaked for Daddy?"
I wish desperately for him to find out for himself.
"Shall we find out?" he asks, as if reading my mind.
"Yes, yes…"
One of his heavy palms inches closer to my waistband. I sigh and writhe against him. I don't care if this night lasted just once or a thousand—I want him. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.
I tremble as his hand finds the soaked crevice between my thighs. I arch and sigh, riding his hand as though I've been desperate and waiting for him for days. I have. I've been waiting for years.
"Jesus, you're sopping wet." His lips suck at the flesh of my breast, his other hand kneading at the flesh of my other one. He pinches the nipple and then tickles it with the rough pad of his deft thumb. "Lie down. I want to see you."
His thick voice shoots straight to my clit. The pads of his fingers are suddenly gone from my aching pussy and lifting me by the waist, carrying me back to the bed.
He lays me back, his eyes burning up my body as he pulls my hair over one shoulder. He twists it out of my face and lays it over the curve of one breast.
"So stunning," he murmurs, before kissing my navel.
He lowers himself on me as my pussy becomes more desperate with need and desire.
"Daddy," I sigh, my nipples as hard as rocks and to the point of pain.
"Touch yourself," he instructs. "I want to watch you come."
His nose trails across the dip of my knee and the curve of my thigh.
He groans, his nostrils flaring as he reaches the apex of my thighs, the crotch of my thong already damp with desperation.
"So turned on. Maybe I should have kissed you that night after the prom when you turned eighteen." His fingers play with the elastic of my panties.
I remember that day instantly, the energy crackling between us when I came out of my room in my prom dress.
"Tell me, Shelby,"—his hand cups my mound and applies enough pressure to drive me crazy with lust—"would you have been wet then too?" His eyes are dark with lust.
A slow moan falls from my lips when he pushes the fabric aside and eases one long finger into my pussy.
"Oh my God, Daddy." I knead my breast, wanting the feel of his rough touch everywhere.
"Sweet. So god damn sweet." His throaty voice urges me on as he watches my face. "I wanted to taste this pretty pink pussy back then, and Christ if I don't want it even more now."
Shane yanks the thong from my thighs and then presses his mouth to my soaked cunt. His tongue darts out in long, hard strokes as he swirls at my clit and fucks me with his finger.
My other hand pushes into his hair as I feel an orgasm, a much-needed and long overdue orgasm, burning in my core.
"Daddy, Daddy," I groan when he slides another finger against the sensitive walls deep inside of me.
"Come all over me, baby girl, let it go."
His ragged voice sends me over the edge. An orgasm pummels through my body, tightening my grip on his hair and sending a shriek rocketing past my lips.
I vaguely register his pleased sigh before those two fingers are in his mouth, sucking off my juices.
"Not done with you yet," he admonishes and crawls up my body.
He plants a decadent kiss on my lips. Tasting him and me together in his glistening mouth nearly sends another orgasm erupting through me.
I lick my lips, wanting nothing more than to be on my knees before him, swallowing his dick until it hits the back of my throat. What would his groans sound like? The thought nearly undoes me.
"Shelby?" Shane pulls my chin up to meet his gaze. "Are you desperate for my cock yet?"
"Yes, so desperate I'm willing to beg," I utter, peering up at him with wide eyes.