Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Oh,” Delaney gasps as I slide my finger inside her, going slowly to make sure she’s okay.
“That’s it, pretty girl, let me take care of you,” I whisper, capturing her mouth with mine when she turns her head towards me. I urge her thighs farther apart and add a second finger, making her shudder. “So tight and wet for me,” I groan, drawing my fingers in and out of her in a slow rhythm, testing what she likes.
She rocks her hips against me, and I find her clit with my thumb, rubbing the sensitive flesh in small circles. A breathy moan rips out of her throat, and her head falls forward to my shoulder, her hands fisting in my shirt.
“Does it feel good, baby?” I ask, wanting to hear the words, wanting her to let go.
“Yes,” she gasps, her inner walls tightening around my fingers as her whole body starts to shake. “I…”
“Let go, it’s okay,” I urge her, keeping up my rhythm. “Come for me, baby.”
She shatters, moaning into my shoulder as she comes on my hand. I’ve never seen such a pretty sight—my girl coming for me so perfectly.
I don’t wait for her to recover, needing her now more than ever and unable to control the need any longer. Delaney squeaks in surprise as I turn us, setting her down on the bed, flushed and panting.
“Fuck, Delaney, you drive me crazy,” I tell her, unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it on the floor.
Her eyes go wide as they devour me, and I love the way she stares as I strip for her. “The feeling is mutual, Daddy,” she whispers as her gaze drops to my cock when my boxers hit the floor. “Oh God.”
“You did so well, coming for me like that,” I tell her, kneeling between her legs and salivating when I see the wetness gleaming on the apex of her thighs. I wrap my fist around my cock, squeezing to steady the ache. “See what you do to me, pretty girl? How much I want you?”
She nods, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. She squirms on the bedsheets, parting her thighs for me.
“I want you, too,” she says, her eyes still glued to my cock. “But will you fit?”
I grin at her, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, it will fit. You were made for me. You’re mine, remember?”
“Yours,” she agrees readily, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer to her. My cock presses against her center, teasing us both with the closeness as I settle over her. “Make me yours, Daddy.”
Her hips jerk as though she’s trying to gain control and urge me inside her. I don’t reprimand her, not yet. She’ll learn about punishments later, but now’s not the time.
“Ask nicely, baby,” I growl, my control hanging on by a thread.
“Please, Daddy,” she breathes, and there’s no way on earth I’d ever be able to deny any request she says like that.
I kiss her as I grip her thigh, adjusting the angle of her hips as I ease inside.
“Fuck, look at this pretty pussy stretching around me,” I moan, looking down between us as she takes me. I go slowly, making sure not to hurt her. She’s never done this before, and I’m not a small man. “So perfect. You feel so good.”
“God,” Delaney moans, nails scratching my shoulders as she holds onto me. “It feels so, so good, Daddy.”
“You’re taking me so fucking well, baby girl,” I praise, pleasure rolling through me as her pussy grips me tightly. When I’m seated fully inside her, I pause, letting her adjust to me for a second.
“More,” she pants, wrapping her legs around my hips.
I kiss her as I draw out of her body, thrusting back in slowly until I build a rhythm that has her gasping and moaning for me.
“Mine,” I groan against her mouth, nipping her bottom lip. “All mine, Delaney. I want to feel this pretty pussy come around my cock, baby.”
“Yours,” she moans, and when I reach between us to give her needy clit attention, she tightens around my cock, throwing me over the edge with her.
I thrust as deep as I can as I come, Delaney coming with me. My seed fills her, and it fills me with a deep sense of satisfaction.
I wrap her in my arms and lie beside her in the bed, both of us panting and high on bliss, still buried inside her.
“You okay, pretty girl?” I ask.
“Perfect,” she mumbles, eyes closed and body soft and limp with pleasure as she cuddles against me.
“Yes, you are,” I agree, grinning as I kiss her shoulder. “Perfect, and all mine.”
6
DELANEY
Paris has put its charm on me the same way Damien has, and by the time we have to leave, I’m already pining to go back. Damien promises we can return often, though, and I know he means it. He’s more than proven that he doesn’t make vows like that lightly.