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)
Her face was heated, from the imminent shift or embarrassment?
Daddy circled the little hole.
Olivia clenched it tight.
He kissed her shoulder and down her arm. “You’re mine, Little rebel. Every inch of you. Even this naughty little hole.”
She shuddered.
Daddy rose up, rolled her onto her tummy, and lifted her hips off the mattress.
Before she could ask what he was doing, he slid two pillows under her tummy. A second later, he lined himself up with her pussy from behind and stroked through her folds. “You want this, Baby girl?”
He did not play fair. “Yes, please.”
“How about this? You want this, too?” He set a thumb on her forbidden hole and applied slight pressure. The entrance was still slippery from whatever lube he must have used on the thermometer.
“Please, Daddy,” she cried out.
He thrust into her with his cock, making her gasp as she arched her head off the bed. Holy cow. It was so powerful. How could it have been even more powerful than the first time?
When he eased almost out, he pushed his thumb into her bottom.
She whimpered, uncertain about this naughty addition to their sex. But it felt good, and it felt even better when he thrust in with his erection again.
Moaning slid from her lips. Her eyes rolled back. If she were a sighted person, she wouldn’t be right now anyway. Her vision would surely be blurred or nonexistent with her eyes in the back of her head.
“That’s my girl. Come for Daddy. Let it feel good.”
Like a trained pet, Olivia came. Surprising herself, both her rectum and her channel clenched around his thumb and shaft. She hadn’t even needed contact with her clit.
She fisted the sheets beside her head and let out a primal growl. “More.”
Daddy didn’t disappoint her. He removed his thumb, grabbed her hips, and thrust harder and faster. He was groaning above her, which made her feel powerful and attractive and sexy and desirable.
She didn’t even care that he’d penetrated her bottom anymore. She couldn’t imagine why she’d ever cared. She suddenly knew she would do anything he asked at any time.
This connection with him was so powerful. She had known it would be different from anything she’d ever seen in the valley. Her mother had warned her that the mark fated her to a more intense bonding experience. But she hadn’t expected anything like this.
Ten hours ago, Olivia had been an innocent girl/woman who’d known only the basics about sex. She’d been wearing a modest ceremonial dress that covered nearly every inch of her skin with layers underneath it to keep every part of her hidden.
Now she was someone she didn’t recognize. Someone who’d spent a large part of the day exposed to her mate. She’d worn a dress that had been made of one-tenth the amount of fabric of any dress she’d ever worn in her life.
She’d known she would submit to her mate. That was the way of her people. It was a natural inclination she couldn’t deny. But the level of submission he’d demanded was far deeper than anything she could have envisioned.
She was so wanton right now that she no longer cared what he saw or how vocal she might be as he plunged in and out of her, driving her toward another level of ecstasy. It was coming. It was close.
The primal sounds coming out of her mouth made her wonder if they were a signal that her wolf was pushing toward the surface as she bucked and writhed, wanting her Daddy deeper.
Suddenly Damon wrapped his arms around her and lifted her straight off the bed so that she was on her knees. He held her up with one hand snaking up between her breasts to grip her jaw. The other tugged the pillow under her knees. To elevate her a few more inches?
He kept thrusting almost without pause, keeping her back plastered to his chest now. Her breasts bounced heavily against his forearm. After arranging the pillow, he brought his fingers to her clit and rubbed.
Olivia screamed as she came yet again, and Daddy didn’t stop pressing against her clit. When it became too much and she was overly sensitive, she whimpered and tried to push his hand away, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pressed his fingers against her swollen nub and held tight.
“Daddy…” Her entire body was shaking. It seemed like she was on fire.
He flattened his wrist to her tummy, the mark sending sparks through her body.
She cried out yet again. Thank goodness there were no close neighbors. Her brain was mush. Daddy was the only thing holding her upright. Between his palm against her throat, his mark in contact with her stomach, his fingers tormenting her clit, and his cock buried inside her, she had lost all control.
Fighting against what he demanded was useless, so she grabbed onto his biceps with both hands and held on for the ride.