Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Yes, Daddy,” she answers correctly, and a wicked smile crosses my face. I fill my grip with her hair and yank her head back, boring my eyes into hers, letting her see the severity of her actions if she disobeys. She gazes back at me through slightly opened eyes. My little toy is lost on me. I roughly piston my hips against hers, and my balls tighten to a level of pain. Her lips part against mine as her pussy death grips my cock.
Breaking away from her suckable lips, I wrap my mouth around the flesh of her shoulder blade and baring my teeth, I bite down. Her walls clench and spasm around me as she falls apart. A growl so fierce expels from my lungs. I power into her two more times, then pull out, growling, “On your fucking knees.”
When she hits the tile, I fist my cock as my own orgasm blasts through me and watch in complete satisfaction as my cum paints her face.
Violet
I’m on cloud nine. Sore everywhere, but I’ve never felt better. I step out of the guest shower, cleaning up after the wildest morning of my life. Heath Winters is a very intense man. God, he is all man. In strength and power and force. His filthy mouth has me breaking down and submitting to his every demand. He was ruthless, violent, undignified in the way he spoke down to me—and I’d never been more turned on in my life. Becoming his toy was like hitting the motherload. I didn’t care if it was degrading either. I’d sell my soul for another minute with him. Even with round after round of his beautiful cock filling me, it’s not enough. He has me completely under his spell.
After we finished in the shower, he fucked me against the vanity. Then he bent me over the bathtub and fucked me there. Then he laid out the rules.
“You want my cock to continue fucking this sweet pussy, you keep this to yourself. When those lips open, it’s because you’re taking me deep down your throat.”
With his hand tightly wrapped around my hair. . “You obey, and we continue this. Hazel gets an inkling, this is over. I don’t take lightly to upsetting my daughter.”
“I won’t say a word. I promise.”
“I know you won’t. Your eagerness tells me you’ll do just about anything for this.” Pressing his lips to mine, he seals our deal.
“Between us. Can you do that, naughty girl?” His thumb glides over my bottom lip so tenderly.
“Secret’s safe with me,” I assure him, feeling the shyness settle in. I’m completely worn out, mentally and physically, but I can’t imagine not having this again and again. “I won’t say a word.”
“Good. I love my daughter. Upsetting her would not be good for anyone. And finding out I’m fucking her roommate would do just that.”
My eyes cast a shadow of uncertainty. “Is that all we’re doing?”
His lips form into a sinful grin. “What would you like us to do, toy?” Be exclusive. Date. Pray for a miracle that Hazel will accept us.
“I’ll be good. I promise,” I respond. He dips his head and kisses me. It’s soothing and meaningful and makes me feel wanted.
“Good. Now, I suggest you head out before Hazel gets up. And pretend you’ve been asleep this whole time like a good little girl.”
I nod and turn to walk away, unsure of what else to say.
“Violet,” he calls out, and I turn to him. “You were quite the pleasant surprise. I’m looking forward to this.”
I snuck out of his room just in time because Hazel was awake moments later. We went about our day, enjoying the sun and her gigantic inground pool. My heart would hammer in my chest any time Mr. Winters would make small appearances, asking us if we’d eaten, and informing us he’d be gone for some time for work. He’d return from his meeting, dress shirt unbuttoned, holding his signature glass of bourbon. Each time Hazel was preoccupied, his eyes would travel to me and down my body. He’d lick his lips as if he still tasted me on his tongue. I wanted nothing more than to rip my top off and offer myself up on a silver platter. But just as quickly as he came, he went, leaving me on edge and aching for more of his attention.
Hazel is completely clueless. I feel like shit about it, but no amount of guilt would stop me from pursuing this. Heath is…he’s everything I want. And in some strange sexual sort of way, I think I’m that for him too.
Sunday quickly approaches, and we’re packing our things to head back to school. There hasn’t been a chance to talk privately, and I’m in limbo on where we go from here. Will I see him again? Do I call him? There are so many unknowns and questions I want answered. But I won’t be getting any.