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)
"Yeah? Why is that, Davina?"
"I'm a virgin."
Ah, Christ. She's trying to kill me. I know she is. I see the truth glittering in her denim eyes.
"Tell me not to touch you, baby girl," I rasp. "Right now. Tell me."
"Why?"
"Because if you don't, I'm going to back you up against the wall and put my hands all over your pretty little body," I growl.
She bites her lip, staring up at me with those innocent fucking eyes practically pleading with me to do it. "What if…"
"Say it." I don't know if it's an order or a plea. I don't think it matters right now. I was hers to command the moment I set eyes on her two years ago. I've been hers to command ever since. Even when I thought she was a figment of my imagination, I was loyal, unable to touch anyone else, unable to even consider it.
This little thing is my fucking general. Her pleasure is the reason I was put on this planet. If she wants to play, I won't leave her body until she's too satisfied to move.
"What if I want your hands on me, Micah?" she asks, her voice shaking with need. "What if…what if I like it when you call me little girl?"
Ah, fuck.
The devil is real. He's sitting on my shoulder right now. And if heaven is watching, the way she's looking at me is the only explanation I've got to justify what I'm about to do to her.
I reach out, yanking her into my arms. She topples against my chest with a soft cry that goes straight to my cock.
It ends in a whimper when my mouth slants down over hers, claiming her lips.
She's sweet and warm, tasting like innocence and something darker…something I can't wait to explore. And goddamn, the sound she makes as I devour her—drained of breath yet gasping for more. It's intoxicating.
"Daddy," she whimpers into my mouth.
I pull back, my heart pounding hard against my ribcage. There's no way she just said what I thought—
"Daddy," she moans again, "please."
A bolt of white-hot desire races through me, splitting my mind in two.
My baby girl came here looking for a daddy.
Well, Daddy has been locked in a fucking cage for two years, starving for his little girl. He's a wild beast, ready to drag her to the ground and fuck until she's dripping cum from every hole. And with one little word from her perfect lips, she's set him free.
I trail my lips down her throat and then across her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. They're exposed by her too-short dress, all that creamy flesh right there for the tasting.
"Davina," I murmur, tugging her dress down further as I kiss and bite, leaving little marks behind. She pants and writhes in my arms, clutching me to her like she's afraid I might turn to smoke and disappear on her. "You taste delicious, baby girl."
Her only response is a breathy moan as she clings tighter. The sound fills me with unspeakable pleasure, stoking the fire inside me until it threatens to consume me alive. God, the things I'll do to hear it every day. I'll work like a fucking dog to keep her satisfied—morning, noon, and night.
"Oh," she whimpers, squirming against me. "That feels s-so good, Micah."
"Yeah? Do you want more?"
"Yes!" she sobs.
"What do you call me then, baby girl?"
She whimpers instead of responding.
"Use your words, little girl," I croon against her skin, sliding my hand down her trembling body. Christ, she's so responsive. "You can do it."
"Daddy!"
Every time she says it, precum drips from the head of my cock. I'm so turned on, it's ridiculous. Nothing has ever sounded as right as this little goddess calling me her daddy.
"Good girl." I slide my hand beneath her dress. My fingers tease against the softness of her thigh. "Is this what you want, little girl? You want Daddy to touch you right here?"
"Yes, Daddy," she gasps, her breath shaking on her lips. I swear, it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
I draw closer to her dripping sex, but as much as I want to plunge right into heaven and feel her coming on my fingers, I don't. Not yet.
This isn't just about claiming. It's about finding out exactly what she wants, what she needs, and then giving it to her. It's about savoring every inch of her until she's unraveling beneath my touch and calling my name again and again.
"Has anyone ever touched you here, baby girl?" My knuckles drift against the seam of her panties, teasing, tormenting, drawing this out. I want her writhing in ecstasy before I deliver the release she craves. But I also need to know exactly how far she's gone—and if I need to kill anyone for touching what doesn't belong to them. "Has anyone touched my little girl?"