Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
I pick at a hangnail as he looks around, feeling even more self-conscious than when he pulled my pants down in the yoga studio. Letting a potential boyfriend into your home, into your safe place, your sanctuary, is a lot more intimate than I thought it was going to be.
Not that Ben is my boyfriend—unless he wants to be... I’m not quite sure what we are. I’ve never called anyone Daddy who wasn’t, you know, my dad. This is uncharted territory.
Ben doesn’t say anything. In fact, he didn’t say much on the drive over here, other than responding to my nervous ramblings with one-word answers. He almost seems distracted, like he’s trying to puzzle something out in his mind. But there’s no mistaking the gleam of appraisal in his eye as he surveys my home. The corner of his mouth ticks up in a way that makes my stomach flutter.
Twisting my hands together, I swallow and say, “I’m going to go take a quick shower, but feel free to make yourself at home.”
Ben’s hot, piercing gaze cuts to me, pinning me in place. He looks me up and down, slowly, undressing me with his stare. He sucks air sharply through his nose. “Need some help getting clean, Baby Bird?”
My clit throbs at the huskiness in his baritone voice.
“Yes, Daddy, I think I do.”
I ignore the nervous twitching in my legs and walk toward him. He doesn’t look away as I grasp his hand. His hand is much bigger than mine, and it feels so strong and secure wrapped around my palm.
When we reach the bathroom, I flip the light on and lead him inside. I turn on the shower faucet and then pivot to face him.
“Can you help me get undressed, Daddy?” I ask, lifting the hem of my shirt.
Ben hums with approval as I raise my arms overhead. My breath catches as he slowly tugs my shirt up and off. His gaze drops to my zip-up sports bra, and I shiver in anticipation as he runs his fingers over my shoulders, along my collarbones, and then over the swell of my breasts. He unzips my bra and my breasts spill out.
“There’s my gorgeous girl,” he says with a heated smile.
I let my sports bra drop to the floor as my nipples stiffen under Ben’s reverent gaze. He cups my breasts with both hands, and the rasp of his broad palms against my sensitive skin makes me whimper.
“Jesus, baby...” Ben runs a hand down his face. “You’re going to be the death me.”
With one hand still palming my breast, he surges forward and slams his lips against mine. Though our time together in the gym was wild, it was gentle compared to the way he’s kissing me now. It’s as if he’s unable to contain his need for me.
His lips move fervently against my own as his tongue completely dominates my mouth. I’ve had a handful of amazing kisses in my life, but this kiss blows every one of those out of the water. I feel lightheaded, borderline euphoric, and I want to get even closer to Ben, to chase even more of this intoxicating feeling. I hook my arms around his neck and keen softly into his mouth.
Chuckling, he breaks the kiss to ask, “Does my Baby Bird like that?”
I sigh a wordless, “Uh-huh.”
He kisses me one last time and then pulls back. “Daddy likes it, too. But let’s get you in the shower. It’s been a long night.”
“Wait...” A hot blush creeps up my neck as I guide his hand to the front of my leggings. “I still need your help with these, Daddy. Down here. Please.”
He cups my pussy through my leggings, applying just enough pressure to make me moan. “Of course, baby. Daddy can help you with that.”
Finally, he eases my pants down my legs, helping me to balance as he gently teases each foot free from the fabric. His fingers trace the outline of my calves, thighs, and hips as he stands back up.
“Ok, Baby Bird,” he says, nodding toward the steaming shower. “Hop on in.”
“What about you?” My eyebrows knit together, and I’m suddenly worried I’ve done something wrong. I thought he was going to fuck me again. “Aren’t you going to...”
Ben brushes a lock of my hair behind my ear. “I told you, I’m going to take care of you, Skyler.” His mouth tilts into a roguish grin as he pulls his shirt off. “...In there.”
My mouth waters as I watch him strip. Every part of him is thick. His pumped chest, his corded arms, his muscular legs. And when he sheds his shorts, I’m reminded of how thick the monster is between his legs. His cock seems to get bigger the longer I stare at it, until it’s practically tapping his defined abs.