Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Olivia suddenly flicked the tip of her tongue through the shaft, nearly causing Damon to buck his hips off the mattress. “Mmm. Salty. I want more. Is that weird?”
He swallowed, trying to find words. “No, Baby girl. It’s natural. Just like I want my mouth on your pussy.”
“Can I bring it into my mouth?”
Fuck me. There was no more perfect woman on earth. He cleared his throat. “Anytime you want, Little rebel.”
When she parted those lips and drew his engorged cock into her mouth, he thought he might die and go to heaven. She drew him in deep, hollowing her cheeks, before she released him with a pop. “Does that feel good?”
Damon groaned. “Olivia…” He slid his hand up her back. “The only thing in life that will feel better than your lips around my cock will be your pussy gripping it.”
“Mmm.” She continued to explore him, moving her face down toward his balls. Gently cupping them, she said, “Scrotum?”
He continued to smooth his palm up and down her back, working hard to control himself. “Yes, Baby girl.”
She fondled them, making him grit his teeth at the pleasure.
“You like it when I touch you.”
“So very much,” he managed to mumble.
Her fingers returned to his cock, wrapping around the girth, learning him. With her other hand, she removed her glasses and reached out awkwardly.
Damon took them from her and leaned over to set them on the nightstand. “Climb over the top of me, Baby girl. Straddle me.”
Her mouth fell open as she released his cock. “Straddle you?”
He grabbed her hips and lifted her up to lower her over his body, and he nearly choked when she instinctively rubbed her pussy against his raging erection at the same time she tipped her head back and arched her entire body.
She was so fucking gorgeous. Every inch of her. Her breasts were perfection, and he couldn’t resist sliding his hands up to cup them. Without hesitating, he pinched her little nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making her moan.
Olivia set her palms on his chest, panting. Brown curls fell forward all around her, dancing against his pecs and biceps. Sexy as fuck. “Now what?”
He slid his hands around to her back and eased her forward. “Kiss me, Little rebel.” Damn but he loved her combination of innocence and eagerness.
She lowered her face to his and hovered for a moment, their breaths mingling.
Finally, Damon growled and pulled her the rest of the way down. He needed her mouth. He needed to taste her before he flipped her over and licked every inch of the rest of her body.
The kiss was filled with urgency and growing need. His cock throbbed against her wet folds. She probably had no idea she was rubbing her clit against his shaft.
When he couldn’t wait another moment, he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back, loving the gasp that escaped her lips and the way she clawed at him, wrapping her legs around him. “Damon…”
Oh, yes. He would never tire of the sound of his name coming from her lips while they fucked. The rest of the time, he preferred she call him Daddy, but in their bed, he wanted to hear that deep rumble of need as she cried out his name.
And yes, they were going to fuck. Hard. So hard he was going to have to be careful not to ram her into the headboard.
He needed to control himself though and get her to the place where she was so desperate she didn’t remember her own name. So he slid down her body to suck her nipples, switching back and forth several times until they were swollen and sensitive.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders. She might even leave marks. Good. He would love to see the red indentations later.
Easing farther down her body, he nuzzled her tummy along the way until he reached her clit. He didn’t hesitate. He sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth and flicked it rapidly with his tongue until she screamed.
“Damon!”
He grinned as he swallowed her orgasm before thrusting his tongue into her tight channel. Damn. He knew she would stretch around him, but he hated knowing he was going to cause her even a moment of pain first.
Breathing heavily against her pussy, he lowered his hand and guided one finger into her channel.
Olivia arched her hips off the mattress as her breath hitched. Her fingertips dug into him deeper. “Daddy?”
“I’ve got you, Little rebel. Let it feel good.” He slowly eased in and out before adding a second finger. His fingers weren’t small, but it would take three of them to equal the girth of his cock, and even then, it wouldn’t be quite enough.
When her body began to relax, he thrust harder, watching her expression. Lust and nerves were all he saw. Not pain.