Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 618(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
“Don’t you taste fucking delicious? I could wake up every morning and happily feast on your perfect, plump pussy. That’s it. Suck. I want my fingers nice and clean. Good girl.”
Shit. Shit.
She shuddered.
“You like that, don’t you? You like tasting yourself.” He swapped fingers and she sucked heavily as he started fingering her pussy again.
Oh God.
This time he rubbed his palm against her clit. She couldn’t take it. She was so close. She had to come.
“No coming yet, girl. I haven’t had my taste.” He pulled his hand free once again.
Fuck! She couldn’t take much more. She could hear him sucking on his fingers and humming with pleasure.
Holy. Crap.
“That’s it. You’ve been such a good girl, haven’t you? Waiting patiently for Daddy to give you permission to come.” His hand returned to her pussy and he moved his tongue in circles on the back of her neck. He drove her higher and higher. She was holding back her orgasm by sheer force of will.
Then he said the magic words. “Come, girl. Come right fucking now.”
Screw fairytale promises of love and romance.
She just wanted to fucking come.
Her body arched, a cry escaping her mouth around his fingers as she rocked in his hold, her orgasm flooding her body with pleasure. He eased her down with his fingers lightly touching her until she lay there, breathing heavily, not capable of moving.
She was completely spent.
Exhausted and she could already feel herself drifting off to sleep.
“Good girl. You go to sleep. I’ll clean you up.”
Clean her up?
She pondered that until she felt herself being gently turned onto her back and her legs spread. Then a warm cloth was swiped over her pussy.
Oh.
Well, she was too sleepy to protest. And actually, it felt quite nice. She was just barely aware of the covers being drawn over her.
She didn’t think she’d ever gotten to sleep so easily.
30
She couldn’t breathe.
There was something pressing on her chest.
She choked, gasping, trying desperately to get air into her burning lungs.
But she couldn’t move. Someone was holding her down.
They were trying to kill her!
“Girl, wake up!”
No. No, she didn’t want to die. She had so much to do. And she wanted to kiss Gray one last time.
Burning. Burning.
“Maeve! Wake up! Girl, you better wake up right the fuck now!” Someone shook her and she opened her eyes, trying desperately to breathe in some air.
“Breathe, girl! Just fucking breathe.”
The desperation in his gaze stirred something inside her and she took a gasping breath. One then another.
Fuck.
Shit.
He gathered her close, holding her against him. Sitting on the armchair, he placed her on his lap and rocked her back and forth.
“Baby, fuck. Baby, fuck. Baby, fuck.”
She coughed, her lungs still burning. He rubbed her back and she stared up at him. His intense gaze studied her.
God, that felt so much worse than before. Definitely a nightmare. But she couldn’t remember any details except for not being able to breathe properly.
“Baby, you can’t do that to me. You fucking can’t stop breathing like that. Do you understand me?”
“I’m sorry,” she croaked.
“You’re not. If you were, you’d stop.” He pushed her head into his chest. Her nose was kind of smushed, but she didn’t care. His embrace felt too good for her to complain.
This was what she needed.
This was the only way she felt safe.
“I didn’t mean to . . . I don’t know what happened.”
“What happened is that I fucking stopped touching you. While I was holding you, you were fine. I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back, you were practically fucking blue. New rule. No sleeping without me.”
“I can . . . I can follow that rule.”
“Damn right you can.”
“You’re getting better at this cuddling stuff,” she told him. “Except for smushing my nose.”
He drew her back, checking her nose with a gentle touch. “It’s fine.” Back went her face against his chest. “This isn’t cuddling.”
“It’s not?”
“No, it’s me never letting you the fuck go.”
Whatever it was, she was more than happy to give him what he needed. Because she needed it too.
There was a knock on the door and he stiffened. “Go away.”
“Excuse me?”
Uh-oh. That sounded like the doctor.
“Is something wrong?” the doctor asked, sounding closer.
“Yeah, there’s something wrong. She just stopped breathing,” Gray explained.
Maeve turned her head to look up at the doctor who was scowling at Gray.
“What? Why didn’t you call for help? Can you put her on the bed so I can examine her?”
Gray grunted, but lifted her onto the bed. She stared up at the doctor with an apologetic grimace. But she kept a tight hold of Gray’s hand. Luckily, the doctor seemed okay with working around that.
“What happened?”
“I went to the bathroom while she was sleeping. When I came back, she wasn’t fucking breathing. I woke her up and she started breathing again.”