Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
My heart is racing. Like a flock of birds are inside me, batting their wings against my ribcage. The entire drive is like a tension-filled hotbox.
“Your contract is in the glove compartment. Take it out and sign it,” he demands. “Then put it back and part your thighs.”
My gulp is audible. I open the compartment and pull out a thick envelope.
“Shouldn’t I read it first?”
“Yes, but I can’t touch your sweet pussy until it’s signed.” He grins, looking over at me. “I don’t want there to be any confusion between us. The contract is a great fucking deal, Sofina, and it comes with no strings attached. Only your promise to work to the best of your ability as an artist.”
I nod, my hands shaking. This is happening. A record deal.
“Whatever happens from here on out, your career is safe. I need you to understand that.”
God. I’d take him over the damn deal if it came to it. I want him so badly I can hardly think.
“Pen?” I whisper, my voice raspy with need.
He lifts the arm of his seat, and there’s a compartment with a notepad and pen. I reach for it and flick through the pages until I see a few tabs for my signature. I squiggle my name in all the appropriate places before shoving the contract back in the glove compartment and reaching for his hand.
He’s warm to touch, masculine, a roughness that makes me squirm. I place his hand on my thigh and then part my knees.
His intake of breath empowers me, and I feel brazen and beautiful in the small confines of the car. I’m wearing a calf-length dress that’s gathered up over my knees. The fabric ruffled and loose, allowing him entry to his destination.
When he skims his palm up my bare skin, a zap of energy hums through me.
The engine roars, the speed and powerful car vibrating the seats, adding to my need.
His descent is slow and torturous. I push my hips forward, urging him to hurry up, but he simply chuckles.
I blow out a breath and whine, “Touch me, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Daddy,” I groan.
His tongue slips out to wet his lips, and I have to bite mine to stop from moaning. His fingers tease my slit, stroking at the wetness gathered there. When he pulls his hand away, I gasp in shock and sit up to gape at him.
He tastes the tips of his fingers and sighs. “You taste divine, sweetheart.”
“I need more, please,” I beg, squeezing my inner muscles to try and relieve myself of the need to come.
The car slows and he pins me with a devilish smirk. “We’re home. I’m going to eat your tasty pussy in about two minutes. Be patient.”
Oh, fuck.
We pull up to a large gate that opens on its own, leading up to a winding driveway. When we reach the top, a colossal house ten times the size of my own stands proud, surrounded by acres of land and lush landscaping illuminated by the moon and fancy lighting.
He’s not only wealthy. He’s rich, rich. Mega loaded.
Oh, God. What the hell is he doing with a girl like me?
As if sensing my self-doubt, he grips my hand and says, “This is just stuff, Sof. I didn’t always have money, and one day you’ll have all this too. Bought by you because of your talent.”
When he puts it that way, I don’t feel so bad.
He shuts off the car and we head inside. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Well, only in movies. He drags me through the lobby into a huge kitchen. Before I can take any of it in, he grips my hips and lifts me onto the counter.
“Lean on your elbows, beautiful. I need a little taste.”
I arch back and watch him push up my dress to admire my pussy.
He strokes a finger over the little bit of hair I keep there, and he grins. “I like this. Damn, you’re pretty, sweetheart.”
His words make me melt, but it’s the way he says them that has me on fire. I believe his words. He truly likes what he sees.
Thank God.
I couldn’t bear for him to back out now.
Hooking my feet on the edge, he pushes my thighs wide, and the cold air hits my warm lips as they part like a flower for his devouring.
“Fucking perfect. Be a good girl and ask me to eat your pussy, Sof.”
He’s trying to kill me.
“Please eat my pussy, Daddy,” I choke out, ready to combust.
“So polite,” he croons. “How can I refuse my good girl?” With that, he lowers his mouth onto me, kissing my clit before licking up the slit.
My head drops back, and I shudder from one touch. Tingles shimmer up my spine and shivers sprinkle goose bumps all over my flesh.
Curling his arms under my thighs, he palms my hips, gripping me to him.