Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Her choked cry hangs somewhere between fear and exhilaration.
“You taste just like you do in my dreams, baby girl.”
All my senses spark and sizzle. I even hear my thick beard scratching against her. I kiss her again, drawing her velvety tongue to mine and suck it until she whimpers.
I release her lips, her eyes searching as I squeeze her throat just enough to gauge her reaction. To see if she is who I think she is….
She gasps, but her eyes close for a long moment and I feel her body melt. She likes this. Needs it.
“That’s it, little one. I will decide if you get to breathe…”
CHAPTER 7
CHASTITY
Diary Entry Two Years Prior…
Dear Diary,
All the girls at my school want boys their age. Not me. They’re gross.
I wasn’t even sure what I wanted until I found that book in the bookstore yesterday. My stepmother was in the children’s section with my step-sister, I found it while poking through the romance section. “A Daddy for Penelope.”
As I thumbed through, my heart was beating so fast. I snuck to the cash register and bought it before she could see… hiding it in my backpack. I stayed up until three in the morning reading it over and over then making sure I hid it really well.
I know what I want. Not a boy.
Someone I can call Daddy. Like Penelope in the book. It’s my own kind of fairy tale and it has to be a secret. Our secret. I know it’s wrong, but geez did it feel right.
Okay, gotta go. Write more after school.
xoxo
Jack bites my lower lip and I wince as it shoots delightful sparks down all the way to my toes.
The possessiveness of his touch, the steel hold around my throat makes me feel imprisoned in his grasp, and I don’t want to be anywhere but here.
His teeth move to my earlobe, biting again and I yelp but don’t pull away.
His fingertips drag the V of my dress apart, exposing me. There’s no time for a reaction before he pushes his face between my breasts, licking, biting, sucking and the persistent ache between my legs blossoms into a painful throb.
“Please…” I whimper shifting my hips, seeking more of whatever this is.
My mind is spinning. When I close my eyes, bright sparks flash behind my lids.
He shoves the fabric of my dress to the tops of my thighs.
“Hold that there,” he orders as he strips himself of his jacket, laying it on the one kitchen chair next to the door, then yanks the drenched, darkened lace of my black panties aside and presses a finger to my opening.
I grab the lavender hem of my dress and hold it, leaning back on my other hand. I'm so wet that the countertop is slick under me. His mouth drags over my tits as they fall over the scrunched-up fabric of my dress. His beard scratches, his mouth a warm, wet wonderland.
His teeth clamp shut on a sharp bite. As I scream, caught by surprise then feeling his teeth glide graze off my nipple, making me feel so, so alive.
“Owww,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “That hurts.”
“I’m sure it does, and you just gushed all over my fingers.”
He bites a large mouthful of the other breast. Something wild ignites inside of me.
A moment later he’s growling and licking his way up my neck making me shiver.
My pussy spasms around nothing. His finger brushes my opening, feeling a warm pool of my juice spilling out around his teasing digit.
I gasp as a thick arm winds around my waist. His hand leaves my pussy and yanks my dress from where I’m holding it, then shoves a handful of the soft fabric down in the deepest part of the low V, like tying a t-shirt up in the summer. His hands shift lower and I feel his nails burn a path over my ass and thighs as he drags my panties down.
A moment later, he has a fist gnarled in my hair. He yanks my face to his, so close the tip of my nose presses against his beard.
Since I was young, I’ve always been the quiet, well-behaved daughter. First with my mother, who I adored. Then with my father, more so to skate underneath his resentful glare.
Now? All the rebellion and wildness I didn’t know I had comes forward in a fury. All the fantasies I’ve hidden away for too long come roaring to life, and I’m on the razor’s edge of a wickedness that feels like waking up at home after a sad, scary dream.
And all this with a man probably twice my age, who I met only hours ago…and yet, when he takes a seat on the stool in front of me and lowers his face, instead of shrinking away, I spread my knees wider…inviting everything he brings.