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)
I rip my skull mask off and kiss her. I kiss her as I murmur praise against her mouth, telling her how good she did, how proud I am, how happy she makes me. She’s soft and pliant beneath me, spreading her thighs to pull me closer. Her hips jerk up, her hands grasping at my shoulders and back, a needy mewl leaving her throat.
“Did the spanking get you wet?” I ask, pulling back to sit up and push her thighs apart. “Fuck, baby girl.” The sight of her like this takes my breath away. She’s both angelic and sinful, skirt around her waist and panties drenched. I drag the wet lace down her legs, throwing it to the floor, exposing all of her to me. She’s dripping, needy, and squirming, begging to be touched where she needs it most.
I stroke two fingers through her center, keeping my touch light enough to tease her further.
“Please, Daddy,” Delaney whimpers so sweetly.
“What do you need, baby girl?”
“You,” she whines.
“I’m right here,” I challenge. I want her to be specific, to ask for precisely what she needs, to hear the filthy words come from her sweet lips. “Tell me clearly, pretty girl. Tell me exactly what you need, and you can have it.”
Delaney hesitates, her breath hitching, blinking those long lashes up at me.
“I … I need…” She swallows thickly, biting her bottom lip, like she’s working up the courage to admit it. “I need all of you. Your kisses. Your touch. Your … your cock.”
“That’s it.” I grin down at her. “That’s my good fucking girl. You need Daddy’s cock to make this greedy pussy feel better?”
“Yes!” she moans, eyes locked onto my movements as I unbutton and unzip my suit trousers. “Please, Daddy.”
“How could I deny my good girl anything?” I groan, freeing my cock. I grab her thighs again, pull her towards me, and spear her on my length.
With one deep thrust, I’m seated inside her, her soft, hot walls clenching at me tightly. I curse under my breath as pleasure turns my blood to fire. Delaney moans, arching up, panting heavily as she adjusts to my size.
“You take me so well,” I praise, marveling at her. “This perfect little pussy was made for me, wasn’t it, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she keens. “I was made for you.”
“That’s right,” I say, my voice so possessive the words come out as a low growl. “Now, let me prove it to you.”
And then I fuck her in earnest, claiming her, body and soul, in the way I’ve been needing to all night. Claiming her in this slutty little costume she’s going to wear out tonight, claiming her so that she won’t ever forget who she belongs to.
I grip Delaney’s thighs as she trembles and moans, fucking her in long, deep thrusts that send pleasure slamming into me. She feels so fucking good, so fucking perfect, so fucking mine.
“Daddy, I—” my baby girl gasps, shaking, her inner walls fluttering around me. She can’t get the words out, but I know what she means, what she’s trying to say.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” I demand. “Give me your pleasure like a good girl.”
She shatters, writhing and moaning my name as she comes on my cock. The sight of her, the feel of her, drags me over the edge, too, and I fill her with come. My vision darkens at the edges with the sheer force of bliss she throws me into, and the only thought in my mind is of her.
My everything.
After I hold her while our breathing calms then clean her up so that she’s not uncomfortable, I glance at the time and laugh.
“We’re late, baby girl,” I tell her, smirking.
“Oops,” she giggles, still flushed and full of bliss, not looking or sounding very sorry at all.
“Naughty girl,” I say fondly, helping her readjust her outfit and untangle her hair from the bunny ears.
When we’re both put back together, I call the car and take my girl to the party.
The rest of the night passes in a blur of drinks, lights, and dancing. Normally, I’d use events like this as opportunities to meet business colleagues or discuss deals, but tonight, work isn’t on my mind at all. I barely even take note of any of the other people there, even when they come up to try to talk to me. The entire world ceases to exist when I’m with her. She’s all that matters.
She’s all that will ever matter from now on.
Her happiness. Her laughter. Her love.
I’ll prove it to her.
10
DAMIEN
“Where are we going? Back to Paris again?” Delaney asks for what must be the fifth time as we step onto the private jet.
I raise a brow at her, unable to hide my amusement. “Didn’t I tell you to be patient and stop asking questions?”