Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Evil Daddy.
Just evil.
“I…You have to unwrap your package. That’s what the puppy said.” I didn’t make the rules. “You have to rush this time.”
Yep, rushing and ravishing were what I’d been promised.
Daddy chuckled, pressing his face against the curve where my leg and hip met. After a moment, he kissed me softly and looked up, resting his head high on my thigh. “I bet that’s not an exaggeration either.”
“No. They promised.” Blowing him a kiss since I couldn’t reach his mouth, I grinned. “But I was very good and didn’t let the puppy tell me all the details about what you should do.”
He seemed like he’d have a good imagination, though.
Daddy snickered, sitting up just enough to stretch out over me again. “Well, I guess if you were promised a ravishing, that’s what you should get. It is a very good surprise after all.”
Yay.
Daddy had the best friends.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Gray
His eyes were dancing with mischief and delight, but desire was radiating from him. He was pure Camden in every sense of the word and he was all mine.
He’d even gotten pretty for me.
Oh, he was cute, adorable, sexy—I could’ve used a dozen other words to describe how incredible he looked—but that’d been his word. Pretty. He wanted to explore something new, but it wasn’t just for me.
Every time I called him my pretty boy, he nearly melted as a sexy, almost dreamy expression swept over his face. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the clothes or just the texture or the way he delighted at playing dress-up, but he was thoroughly enjoying being pretty for me.
I definitely owed Wilder big time, but for now I had a ravishing to accomplish.
Part of me wanted to laugh at the conversation Camden must’ve had with Lane and his friends, but it was so sweet, I wanted to hug him tight. He’d even managed to keep a secret from me, which must’ve been almost painful for my cutie.
“It’s a wonderful surprise, pretty baby.” Sitting up and nudging his legs apart, I settled between his splayed thighs and slowly started taking my own clothes off as I enjoyed the view. “You look so sexy.”
When my shirt hit the floor, I stroked over his legs and let myself get distracted trailing my fingers up the inside of his thighs to tease the juncture where his legs met, caressing over the panties. As his cock twitched, straining the fabric even though they were designed for a sexy bulge, I knew all he wanted was for me to play with his hard length.
“What do you think about me buying you some pretty panties to wear around the house?” Trailing one finger around the leg opening and caressing the soft skin that was barely hidden, I smiled as he moaned and his head frantically bobbed in agreement.
“You’d look so sexy.” Reluctantly pulling away, I worked at my pants and released my own erection, which was even more trapped than his.
As I worked my pants down my legs, I stretched out over him and pushed the last of my clothes to the end of the bed. “You’d look even sexier if you were dressed so pretty for me while you painted, though.”
Something creative and erotic sparked in his eyes, pulling me in for a kiss before I could continue the fantasy. Stroking my tongue against his, fucking him and taking his mouth like a good Dom should when he was ravishing his boy, I plundered until he was breathless and holding onto me like the only port in a hurricane of desire.
“I want to watch you create while you’re so pretty for me.” As his mind seemed to whirl with the fantasy, I reached over for the lube and condom on the nightstand. “I want to see that sexy ass wrapped up in this pretty package, and I want to see your beautiful body move under the sunlight just for me.”
Setting them down on the bed beside us in easy reach, I ran my hand down his body, pinching the top of his panties and slowly peeling them down to reveal his needy erection. “I bet you get so hard painting all those sexy bodies you imagine.”
He couldn’t seem to decide if he should agree with me or blush, but the feel of my hand wrapping around his cock seemed to send his worries flying. “It’s…they’re not penises.”
God, his mind…
“You’d paint such sexy erections, though, wouldn’t you.” Tightening my grip on his as the panties bunched under his balls, I gave him a rough tug that had his eyes rolling back in his head as he moaned. “I bet you have some sexy, naughty pictures hidden away in one of your endless closets.”
Oh yes.
The way he sucked in a breath said I had some searching to do.
“You’re such a wonderfully naughty sub.” Leaning over, I gave him a soft, almost innocent peck as I jerked him off. “And an amazing artist. And a sweet boy.”