Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Micah's pace quickens as he climbs the stairs, each step amplifying my anticipation. "You ready for a game, little girl?" he asks, his voice barely more than a growl.
A shiver of excitement ripples through me as I instinctively fall into my role, eager, willing…unashamed.
"What game, Daddy?" I ask, my heart pounding.
"We're going to play the quiet game," he whispers into my ear. I feel the heat radiating from him; it's deliciously intoxicating.
"And what's the quiet game?" My voice is breathless with curiosity and desire.
"Well," he chuckles, stepping over the threshold into the bedroom. "I'm going to fuck you." His words make me shiver in his arms. "And you're not going to make a sound."
As he lays me down on our bed and then steps back, stripping out of his clothes, a thrill races through me. Can I fight back my moans? Can I keep quiet under his touch?
Probably not. But if my daddy wants to play, I'm not going to tell him no.
Are you kidding me? I may be a mess, but I'm not crazy.
He crawls onto the bed with me, his eyes dark with desire as he quickly strips me bare. An involuntary gasp escapes my lips as his rough hands slide over my bare flesh, igniting a familiar ache that throbs deep within me. His touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure down my spine every time his fingers dig into my soft curves.
"Shh," he murmurs, pressing a finger to my lips. His voice is tinged with amusement and a hint of danger that makes me wetter.
"What's the prize if I win, Daddy?" I manage to whisper through the haze of lust clouding my mind.
"A surprise," he says simply, lowering his head to trail kisses along the column of my neck. His hot mouth on me sears my skin, making it difficult to concentrate on anything but him.
"And what if you win?" I dare ask between soft gasps.
He pulls back to look at me, his whiskey eyes light with mischief. "You can surprise me." He leaves a lingering kiss on my lips and then pulls back again. "Are you ready to play, baby girl?"
My heart hammers as his question hangs heavy in the air between us. He knows exactly how to reduce me to desperate whimpers with just his touch. But I crave this connection with him—the thrumming desire, the intoxicating power he holds over me.
"Let's play, Daddy," I whisper back, surrendering myself to him and his game.
With that, he begins worshiping every inch of me with his mouth, starting at the hollow of my throat and moving down to the valley between my breasts, taking his sweet time as if he has all night. His hot tongue and rough beard set me ablaze.
His mouth on me, his hands on me—it's all too much and not enough at the same time.
I bite down hard on my lip as he moves lower, his mouth leaving a blazing trail down my body. I fight the urge to cry out as he buries his head between my thighs, his tongue doing things that make it nearly impossible to stay silent.
But I do. For Daddy.
Every movement is another test of endurance, a battle against the waves of pleasure threatening to pull me under. But I don't let go. Not yet.
"You're doing so well, little girl," he murmurs against my pussy, his voice filled with pride and affection. It sends warmth spreading through me, filling me with determination to win this game for him.
His tongue delves lower, seeking out that forbidden place that only he knows. He forces the tip inside. I bite my tongue, whimpering, spiraling.
Dying the most exquisite death.
His thumb grinds against my clit, two fingers thrusting inside, curling up to strike against my G-spot.
I shoot over the edge, shattering into pieces.
Micah growls, crawling up over me.
"Daddy made round one too easy, little girl." He flips us so he's on his back, and I'm straddling him. "You're going to have to work to stay quiet this time."
I shift, squirming on top of him. He grips my hips as he brings me down onto him. The monster cock I've come to crave fills me to the brim.
A gasp escapes me, but I quickly silence myself. Daddy's eyes are dark and expectant, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
"Ride me hard," he orders, his voice rough with desire. "Don't you dare stop until Daddy comes."
His words spark something deep within me, and I fall into rhythm. My hips move up and down, back and forth as I fuck myself on his cock. He slides in and out of me, creating a delicious friction that sends waves of pleasure crashing over me.
Over and over. Faster and harder.
The first orgasm hits me like a freight train. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, clenching around him as waves of euphoria wash over me.