Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Because you’re mine, Natasha.”
She gasps. “Evan…”
I steal her breath in a hungry kiss, devouring her the way I’ve been dying to for weeks. It’s been a long while since I kissed anyone, but kissing Natasha feels like coming up for air, as if all this time I’ve been drowning and she’s the only one who can save me.
She grasps my shirt and pulls me closer, her legs parting enough for me to wedge my hips between them at the perfect angle for my hard cock to rub against her through her clothes. I nip her bottom lip and soothe the sting with my tongue, knowing that her kiss is not enough. I want more. But this moment isn’t about me. It’s about giving Natasha everything she deserves.
I press hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw until I reach her ear.
“You are the most alluring woman I’ve ever met,” I rasp, nibbling her earlobe. “Your ass has been taunting me for days.” To emphasize my point, I grip her backside hard enough that she whimpers. “This world-class ass and this soft belly… These full tits. I’d give anything to watch your whole body bounce as you ride my dick.”
“Y-you would?” she asks, breathless.
I hear the doubt in her voice, and I growl as I capture her mouth again. “In a heartbeat, Natasha.”
She moans as I thrust against her, causing the skirt portion of her dress to bunch between her legs. “That feels good, Evan.”
“How good? Tell me.” I trail kisses down her neck to the swell of her breasts.
“It feels…like a promise. Like part of you is desperate to get inside me.”
“Mmm.” I hum low in my throat. “Do you want me inside you, Natasha? Do you want mine to be the first cock to fill you up?”
Her whimper is all the confirmation I need.
But her breathy, “Yes,” is music to my ears.
“I want that, too, baby.” I slide her straps down, exposing her blue bikini top. She watches me knead her breasts through the fabric until her nipples are stiff enough to pinch. “But first, I want you dripping wet for me. Just like you were during your first appointment.”
She bites her lips together, obviously embarrassed. “You could tell how turned on I was?”
“Oh yes, sweetheart. While you were working overtime to hide your feelings, your pussy was telling me all your secrets. Just like your nipples are now.”
Her breath hitches as I reach behind her neck to untie the straps holding up her bikini top. It takes a few seconds to loosen the knot, but the reward is more than worth the effort. The thin blue fabric falls away, baring her nipples and the fairer skin around them to my gaze.
Natasha moans as I skim my thumbs over the stiff peaks.
“So fucking sensitive,” I growl.
She gasps as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, arching her body against me. I flick my tongue across the hardened bud until she’s tugging on my hair with both fists.
“Please, Evan,” she begs. “I need more…down there.”
“You want me to touch your pussy, Natasha?”
She nods.
I back her against the edge of the guest bed and then ease her onto the quilt. The sight of her spread out before me, flushed and panting with her tits out, is erotic as fuck. Her hooded gaze drops to my cock, hard and aching behind my zipper. She wets her bottom lip.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I groan. “You’re gonna give this old man a heart attack if you keep looking at me like that.”
A desperate, pleading look takes hold of her features. I cup her jaw and study her for a long moment.
“You like it when I call you baby girl?” I ask.
Her throat shifts as she gulps.
“Yes, Da—” She bites back the word. At first, I think she meant to call me Dr. Ransom. But that wouldn’t explain the glow filling her cheeks.
“What did you just think to call me?”
She shakes her head. “It’s too embarrassing.”
“Nothing’s too embarrassing to discuss between a doctor and his patient.” I skim my thumb along the edge of her bottom lip. “Tell me, Natasha.”
I know what she’s going to say before she even opens her mouth.
But that doesn’t stop me from holding my breath.
“Daddy,” she whispers.
My heart clenches. I gaze down at her gorgeous face as heat radiates from my chest out to every part of my body. I’ve dabbled in BDSM before, but Natasha is the first person to call me Daddy. I suspect if anyone else had tried using the term, I wouldn’t have liked it.
But the ache in my cock tells me I like it just fine when Natasha calls me Daddy.
If this is what she wants, what she needs, then it’s what I want. What I need.
“Good girl,” I say quietly.
A soft whine falls from her lips as I lower myself on top of her.