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)
My dirtiest fantasies always made me think therapy was in order. I wonder if I ever let him know the things that turn me on the most, if he will think I’m sick.
Twisted.
I feel small and powerless at his feet—and at the same time, I feel like the most desirable being on Earth.
Grabbing the back of my head, he pulls my face into the crotch of his pants.
He drags his fabric-covered cock over my cheeks, my lips. I’m gasping for air, clutching his knees for balance as he rubs himself on me, claiming me in some primal way.
And just as quickly as the territorial ruthlessness began, it ends. I’m on my feet again, he’s crushing my body in the circle of his arms. He’s kissing my mouth like a hungry beast who’s just tasted his personal forbidden fruit.
“You’re mine now.” His deep voice vibrates into my marrow.
The fierceness returns. I’m high on his vacillating echelons of intensity. A large hand shoves between my legs as the other one winds around my shoulders. My face barely reaches the thick muscles of his chest.
“So wet. My cock is going to make a home here.”
The tip of a finger enters me, sending waves of pleasure from my head to my feet.
“You want that, don’t you, princess? This sweet little-girl pussy to be my home…”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Oh shit. I just said that outloud…
He stiffens and pulls my head back by my hair, his blue eyes look like a sky with a storm brewing on the horizon. “Say that again.”
There’s a fiery pain in my neck and scalp as I answer, “Yes, Daddy. I want to give your cock a home and never let it leave.”
I watch his beard shift as he tightens his lips together for a long moment.
“You want to be my little girl? You want Daddy to teach you how to please him?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Do you promise you’ll never tell? If you tell, they’ll come and take you away from me.” His rough voice sends a riot of pleasure exploding between my legs.
“I won’t tell.” Blood rushes in my ears and a climax twists tight inside of me.
The filthy exchange could have been plucked directly from my diary and I love and hate that it turns me on so much.
The slick, wet fingertips glide backward, forward, then back again. Only further this time, spreading my ass as I squirm, but it’s no use.
He flips me over until I hold my weight against the back of the couch, and he comes up behind me, his hands catching my breasts as they hang down.
His arms are rock hard and flexed as he squeezes my flesh just to the point of pain, then releases. Then again, making me hold my breath, making me count, knowing I can take it just a little further...a little further...then just when I think I might cry, he lets go.
His palms glide over every exposed inch of me, leaving my flesh burning behind his touch. He grunts into the curve of my neck, squeezing the side of my ass cheek.
I hold my breath, waiting for whatever comes next when an unfamiliar ringtone pierces the silence of my apartment. My eyes snap toward the sound where his suit jacket rests.
It’s as if the clock has struck twelve and Cinderella’s naughty fantasy has come to a dramatic end.
He freezes, his hand still gripping my flesh.
For what feels like ages, we’re locked in the silent moment. If I had to guess, he’s probably not the kind of guy who generally ignores his phone.
“Fuck it,” he growls, and I turn to see conflict twisting his features.
The ringing stops and once again his mouth is on my neck and I let out a long sigh of pleasure and relief.
Then, it starts again.
“Fuuuuck,” he curses.
While his head is lifted from my neck, I take the opportunity to plant my lips against his trying to keep him here with me. It works. Our tongues collide as he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls exposing my throat to him.
His teeth graze over my pulse. “Whose is this?”
“Yours, Daddy,” I answer the ache in my neck making it a challenge to think straight.
“Louder.”
“Yours, Daddy.” My voice shaking but louder.
“That’s better.”
His mouth moves again to my chest as the phone’s damn cock-blocking ring goes off again.
“I’ll turn it off,” he says. “It’s my private number, I don’t usually get private calls. But my father has been ill. I left it on just in case my mom needed me.”
Watching Jack stomp across the room as I sit back onto my heels, half-naked, watching this monster of a man moving through the small space of my apartment like a beast.
I'm high on a drug called Jack and every part of me wants him to come back. I want so much I know it must be bad for me. Nothing good ever felt so sinful.